<![CDATA[R-Vivarium - Smoldering Wastes]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/ Sat, 18 Apr 2026 12:34:52 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[ꜥnḫ]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7933 Wed, 04 Jun 2025 17:27:47 -0400 Ankhefenmut]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7933
the dawn hung low, pale and veiled, stretching light across the sandstone ridges of cuesta like a blessing whispered rather than sung. ankhefenmut moved through it, the clink of his carnelian-stone torque muffled beneath linen skin wraps, his eyes sharp and lined with vigilance.
the lower quarter stirred. tents of rush-plaited reed and folded hides had risen overnight like flowering things in the dust. children’s laughter buzzed soft and bright, small proof that life endured, even in exile.
he passed them quietly, offering nods, sometimes a brief touch to shoulder or snout. but it was the scribes he sought— those who bore charcoal ink-stained paws and palm leaves.
have the records been counted? he asked, not wavering for even a moment beneath Re's gaze.
the elder among them nodded, a flick of his tail marking completion.
ankhefenmut turned, gaze sweeping the narrow path that coiled up toward the queen’s quarter.
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the dawn hung low, pale and veiled, stretching light across the sandstone ridges of cuesta like a blessing whispered rather than sung. ankhefenmut moved through it, the clink of his carnelian-stone torque muffled beneath linen skin wraps, his eyes sharp and lined with vigilance.
the lower quarter stirred. tents of rush-plaited reed and folded hides had risen overnight like flowering things in the dust. children’s laughter buzzed soft and bright, small proof that life endured, even in exile.
he passed them quietly, offering nods, sometimes a brief touch to shoulder or snout. but it was the scribes he sought— those who bore charcoal ink-stained paws and palm leaves.
have the records been counted? he asked, not wavering for even a moment beneath Re's gaze.
the elder among them nodded, a flick of his tail marking completion.
ankhefenmut turned, gaze sweeping the narrow path that coiled up toward the queen’s quarter.
]]> <![CDATA[No grave can hold my body down - I'll crawl home to her]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7886 Sat, 31 May 2025 16:40:00 -0400 Aidoneus]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7886 He remembered talking with Freya before he had set out to explore the volcano. He had found what he thought was just a small little nook, a fissure that he could just squeeze himself into. He wanted to see if the volcano was dormant - it had felt cool even in the cave, but then he'd been distracted by something else. He'd almost thought he saw something move. It was not the heat he expected from lava or thermal vents, he would have known that far ahead of time. He didn't even have enough space to properly shake his fur out, and it was a process every time he had to wiggle his bulk through another tight space.

At some point, Aidon was relieved to find that he had a bit more breathing room. Slowly but surely the passage was opening up to him, and he felt an almost compulsion to continue on. It felt like forever, where each step was a struggle. He had to push himself, paws moving so slowly it felt like he was struggling to cross the River Styx, like he was drowning in the miasma. Was it years? Decades? Centuries? Millennia? He did not know. Time ceased to be, Aidon felt that he even ceased to be.

Then finally there was a change. A light, soft and barely there, was visible in the distance. Somehow, the instinctive response to turn towards the light was what carried him along, and he finally emerged from beneath the world. It felt like the first time he had escaped from Father - had this all been some cruel trick of the Mad Titan? A chill ran down his spine as the thoughts came together, forming his worst fears. What if it had all been a trick? It was something that cruel Cronos would do. He struggled to adjust his eyes to the light of day again after so long. His muscles trembled as he lifted himself to his full height, trying to see something that might help him ground himself. Where was he? The terrain was completely unfamiliar to him. He found he was almost gasping for air, throat constricted and stuffed it felt like. The panic had begun to consume him, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to calm himself down. ]]> He remembered talking with Freya before he had set out to explore the volcano. He had found what he thought was just a small little nook, a fissure that he could just squeeze himself into. He wanted to see if the volcano was dormant - it had felt cool even in the cave, but then he'd been distracted by something else. He'd almost thought he saw something move. It was not the heat he expected from lava or thermal vents, he would have known that far ahead of time. He didn't even have enough space to properly shake his fur out, and it was a process every time he had to wiggle his bulk through another tight space.

At some point, Aidon was relieved to find that he had a bit more breathing room. Slowly but surely the passage was opening up to him, and he felt an almost compulsion to continue on. It felt like forever, where each step was a struggle. He had to push himself, paws moving so slowly it felt like he was struggling to cross the River Styx, like he was drowning in the miasma. Was it years? Decades? Centuries? Millennia? He did not know. Time ceased to be, Aidon felt that he even ceased to be.

Then finally there was a change. A light, soft and barely there, was visible in the distance. Somehow, the instinctive response to turn towards the light was what carried him along, and he finally emerged from beneath the world. It felt like the first time he had escaped from Father - had this all been some cruel trick of the Mad Titan? A chill ran down his spine as the thoughts came together, forming his worst fears. What if it had all been a trick? It was something that cruel Cronos would do. He struggled to adjust his eyes to the light of day again after so long. His muscles trembled as he lifted himself to his full height, trying to see something that might help him ground himself. Where was he? The terrain was completely unfamiliar to him. He found he was almost gasping for air, throat constricted and stuffed it felt like. The panic had begun to consume him, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to calm himself down. ]]> <![CDATA[who else could be your heir ☥]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7845 Thu, 29 May 2025 08:53:16 -0400 Khaemwaset]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7845
referencing bwp! it is horrendously hot in the skyspear with a threat of death. the royal call is for a temporary retreat to dawn's cuesta! but as always that is up to u ofc <3 staying vague on who & timeline;

Re! shouted royal falcon unto the sun; Re! why have You turned Your face against us?
khaemwaset was burning; he stood outside beneath the violent eye of heat and felt its shimmer rake every piece of moisture from his body. tongue lolled; head swam. he did not know why he had come out of the obelisk, only that as he swayed in the fiery air, he sought for some meaning.
burned paws carried him back in unflinching limp, and the call was thus:
the gods wish to purify satriya.
the gods would slay them if they remained, ashes piled where their budding kingdom had begun.
he took nothing; he sought only his sister, addled, footpads peeled.
we must go, khaemwaset grit to her ears.
lotswife glance-back to the pinnacle rearing against the sky. he was ill twice in retreat, mouth washed by tears of rage and a trembling insistence that he accept all the will of the gods.
they would return. they would return to shape the earth as they had been ordained to do. it was the destiny of pharaoh and queen.
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referencing bwp! it is horrendously hot in the skyspear with a threat of death. the royal call is for a temporary retreat to dawn's cuesta! but as always that is up to u ofc <3 staying vague on who & timeline;

Re! shouted royal falcon unto the sun; Re! why have You turned Your face against us?
khaemwaset was burning; he stood outside beneath the violent eye of heat and felt its shimmer rake every piece of moisture from his body. tongue lolled; head swam. he did not know why he had come out of the obelisk, only that as he swayed in the fiery air, he sought for some meaning.
burned paws carried him back in unflinching limp, and the call was thus:
the gods wish to purify satriya.
the gods would slay them if they remained, ashes piled where their budding kingdom had begun.
he took nothing; he sought only his sister, addled, footpads peeled.
we must go, khaemwaset grit to her ears.
lotswife glance-back to the pinnacle rearing against the sky. he was ill twice in retreat, mouth washed by tears of rage and a trembling insistence that he accept all the will of the gods.
they would return. they would return to shape the earth as they had been ordained to do. it was the destiny of pharaoh and queen.
]]> <![CDATA[Waste.]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7799 Sun, 25 May 2025 10:50:09 -0400 Nokht]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7799 The days are long, and the darksome wanderer has become long acquainted with the merciless beating of sun's heat upon his back. He chooses to walk these wastes, these endless shifting sands, because even when Ra makes dominion of the sky, the stars can still be followed, lingering hidden in the pale blue. His eyes have learned to find them.

No matter, for the sun now came near to the end of its journey across the sky, and he was no longer under the scrutinous eye of gods. Something about the night allowed him to feel... unseen. They'd never made a habit of paying much attention to him, anyway, and now he melted into the darkness that was their absence.

From the black gum of his lip dripped what little amounted to the life of a bandit he'd slain in his path; such pointless, rotten cruelty, it disgusted him beyond words; and so he was wordless when he brought justice.

This quiet could not be good for his mind. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he swipes away what remained of his necessary murder, and steels himself to walk on; wherever it was the stars were taking him. The days were long, but the nights could be even longer.]]> The days are long, and the darksome wanderer has become long acquainted with the merciless beating of sun's heat upon his back. He chooses to walk these wastes, these endless shifting sands, because even when Ra makes dominion of the sky, the stars can still be followed, lingering hidden in the pale blue. His eyes have learned to find them.

No matter, for the sun now came near to the end of its journey across the sky, and he was no longer under the scrutinous eye of gods. Something about the night allowed him to feel... unseen. They'd never made a habit of paying much attention to him, anyway, and now he melted into the darkness that was their absence.

From the black gum of his lip dripped what little amounted to the life of a bandit he'd slain in his path; such pointless, rotten cruelty, it disgusted him beyond words; and so he was wordless when he brought justice.

This quiet could not be good for his mind. With a sigh and a shake of his head, he swipes away what remained of his necessary murder, and steels himself to walk on; wherever it was the stars were taking him. The days were long, but the nights could be even longer.]]> <![CDATA[Hollyhock]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7752 Mon, 19 May 2025 18:30:55 -0400 Merneith]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7752
The wind had blown for three days and nights out of the western desolation of the flatlands. It slung sharp sand at their legs and howled ferociously against the temple walls at all hours; a god’s mournful wailing. Then one night it dropped without taper; simply ceasing to gust at all. Wavelets that had defined the river flattened out and the shaking tamarisk along the waterfront fell still, as though their fronds were at once frozen.

Released from the claws of wind, Neith yields to restless sleep, twisting in her make-shift chambers, the sheepskin of her brother clutched to her breast. A fine shard of moonlight pools silver upon her brow— where sweat shines too like salted, shameful anointing oil.

She dreams of Den again.

He comes to her bathed in golden light as he had in their youth, when the court still sang of them in honeyed tones and they were called Re’s twins. His eyes are wet with humor, the kind that can break hearts and mend them in the same look. But his laughter in the dream is wrong—hollow, as if echoing from inside a tomb. His beauty is untouched by time, which only makes it crueler. He stands in her shadow, glowing, gilded, accusatory.

“You chose him,” he whispers, though his lips never move. “Dark for light. Iron for gold. Tell me— is it the crown that lures you, sister?”

Neith cannot speak, cannot even breathe before the dream turns, as dreams do, and Den becomes the shaded figure of Satakhetem.

The sharp-browed antelope sister, with her kohl-smeared eyes and knowing tongue. 's Satakhetem. Merneith hears the softness in Khaem’s voice when he speaks her name; the reverent hush. Satakh sits upon the Queen’s throne, nursing a snake in her lap. She smiles with a mouth full of sand and leans to kiss him—

Merneith screams, but no sound comes. Her limbs refuse her. She is buried beneath veils, sinking below a depthless river.

When she wakes she is in her room, gasping, tears salting her cheeks, lips tasting of copper. Wiping at the dampness, she throws back her furs and pads silently down the dark hallway to where Khaem sleeps. For a moment the girl is only quiet as he rests so peacefully. Then she steps closer.

“They are watching us, Khaem,” she whispers. "They are angry."
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The wind had blown for three days and nights out of the western desolation of the flatlands. It slung sharp sand at their legs and howled ferociously against the temple walls at all hours; a god’s mournful wailing. Then one night it dropped without taper; simply ceasing to gust at all. Wavelets that had defined the river flattened out and the shaking tamarisk along the waterfront fell still, as though their fronds were at once frozen.

Released from the claws of wind, Neith yields to restless sleep, twisting in her make-shift chambers, the sheepskin of her brother clutched to her breast. A fine shard of moonlight pools silver upon her brow— where sweat shines too like salted, shameful anointing oil.

She dreams of Den again.

He comes to her bathed in golden light as he had in their youth, when the court still sang of them in honeyed tones and they were called Re’s twins. His eyes are wet with humor, the kind that can break hearts and mend them in the same look. But his laughter in the dream is wrong—hollow, as if echoing from inside a tomb. His beauty is untouched by time, which only makes it crueler. He stands in her shadow, glowing, gilded, accusatory.

“You chose him,” he whispers, though his lips never move. “Dark for light. Iron for gold. Tell me— is it the crown that lures you, sister?”

Neith cannot speak, cannot even breathe before the dream turns, as dreams do, and Den becomes the shaded figure of Satakhetem.

The sharp-browed antelope sister, with her kohl-smeared eyes and knowing tongue. 's Satakhetem. Merneith hears the softness in Khaem’s voice when he speaks her name; the reverent hush. Satakh sits upon the Queen’s throne, nursing a snake in her lap. She smiles with a mouth full of sand and leans to kiss him—

Merneith screams, but no sound comes. Her limbs refuse her. She is buried beneath veils, sinking below a depthless river.

When she wakes she is in her room, gasping, tears salting her cheeks, lips tasting of copper. Wiping at the dampness, she throws back her furs and pads silently down the dark hallway to where Khaem sleeps. For a moment the girl is only quiet as he rests so peacefully. Then she steps closer.

“They are watching us, Khaem,” she whispers. "They are angry."
]]> <![CDATA[where do you lay down the burden?]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7747 Sat, 17 May 2025 08:52:25 -0400 Nameless]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7747
maybe , or ? <3


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after awakening, the nameless is slow to fully rouse, slow to get to his paws. disorientation plagues him, even after he rises from the sand, hot from the sun of the day, he is thirsty. hungry. confused. the phantom ache in his left eye concerns him ... made only ever worse by the additional disorientation of having no sight out of it. his right eye and other sense work into overdrive to try to compensate. his balance is off and a wave of nausea washes over the cub.

this place is exotic and alien. he is alien even to his own self ... for who is he? memories are wiped. a blank slate. he stumbles into the shade of the massive pyramid, lumbering as if he is winedrunk. it is his upheaval of balance. depth perception and disorientation. none of it is his ally. there are the scents of others lingering heavy, the nameless can smell now that he is up and conscious. he is guarded, wary. aware that he is unintentionally trespassing but he is no state to move.

he needed help; even if every instinct in him is screaming he needs to flee. impossible! he scoffs at himself. the nameless sucks in a breath, fighting down another wave of nausea and tries to howl. his throat is desert dry, even with the few droplets of water he had desperately tried to catch from one of the brief, passing desert showers. he cowers in on himself — ears slicked back, tail tucked — pressing his back tightly against the warm limestone; waiting to see if anyone could hear his hoarse, nippy attempt at drawing attention to his presence.
— artwork: bramblesnbones · speech
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maybe , or ? <3


[Image: 72976818_rwmqqNH4fZzK33D.png]
after awakening, the nameless is slow to fully rouse, slow to get to his paws. disorientation plagues him, even after he rises from the sand, hot from the sun of the day, he is thirsty. hungry. confused. the phantom ache in his left eye concerns him ... made only ever worse by the additional disorientation of having no sight out of it. his right eye and other sense work into overdrive to try to compensate. his balance is off and a wave of nausea washes over the cub.

this place is exotic and alien. he is alien even to his own self ... for who is he? memories are wiped. a blank slate. he stumbles into the shade of the massive pyramid, lumbering as if he is winedrunk. it is his upheaval of balance. depth perception and disorientation. none of it is his ally. there are the scents of others lingering heavy, the nameless can smell now that he is up and conscious. he is guarded, wary. aware that he is unintentionally trespassing but he is no state to move.

he needed help; even if every instinct in him is screaming he needs to flee. impossible! he scoffs at himself. the nameless sucks in a breath, fighting down another wave of nausea and tries to howl. his throat is desert dry, even with the few droplets of water he had desperately tried to catch from one of the brief, passing desert showers. he cowers in on himself — ears slicked back, tail tucked — pressing his back tightly against the warm limestone; waiting to see if anyone could hear his hoarse, nippy attempt at drawing attention to his presence.
— artwork: bramblesnbones · speech
]]> <![CDATA[vulgaris]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7735 Thu, 15 May 2025 08:44:26 -0400 Seutonius]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7735
stop. everything about the old campaigner had been set afire with hurt; his joints, his spine, his forearms. blast this damnable heat! it seemed his very eyes were sweating in the emerald swelter of this forbidding jungle. what he would not do for a forest or even the ugliness of an empty ridge.

parrots screeched overhead and seutonius varus swore at them, then turned snappish eyes on . go and find water, boy, ordered the roman. this fine young grecian was a prize, a delicate treasure captured in the sundering of some villages outside corinth. no tribute. no son.

dionysios could well run, but suetonius did not worry. the rosewood creature surely comprehended how well-treated he was now, and how he would not be elsewhere.

only the grecian knew him as varus. all others would address the soldier by his title. he sent his servant away, turning baleful eyes up the emerald climb of this impossible place.

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stop. everything about the old campaigner had been set afire with hurt; his joints, his spine, his forearms. blast this damnable heat! it seemed his very eyes were sweating in the emerald swelter of this forbidding jungle. what he would not do for a forest or even the ugliness of an empty ridge.

parrots screeched overhead and seutonius varus swore at them, then turned snappish eyes on . go and find water, boy, ordered the roman. this fine young grecian was a prize, a delicate treasure captured in the sundering of some villages outside corinth. no tribute. no son.

dionysios could well run, but suetonius did not worry. the rosewood creature surely comprehended how well-treated he was now, and how he would not be elsewhere.

only the grecian knew him as varus. all others would address the soldier by his title. he sent his servant away, turning baleful eyes up the emerald climb of this impossible place.

]]> <![CDATA[seshen netjer]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7734 Thu, 15 May 2025 07:56:30 -0400 Asra]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7734
<3 Anyone is welcome to join tho!

A beetle adorned in divine hues, its shimmering tones shifting with the moods of the sun god, Râ. A creature both mystical and sacred, often nothing more than the herald of great works yet to unfold. A serene smile playing on her lips, the sorceress leaned closer, her milky eye following the sacred jewel’s delicate path.

There you are… she murmured, lifting it into the cradle of her clawed hand. Magnificent. A symbol of renewal, of eternity. Their gods were mighty; their people, the culmination of culture itself. And this beetle—this living talisman—was the proof of it. A divine whisper in her ear, the soft breath of Isis carried on the wind, to which Asra ever listened with reverent attention.
What she had taken for whispers were not mere echoes of the divine, but the gentle footfalls of a child of the sun walking across the burning tapestry of the desert.

She was no longer alone.
Who had the gods sent to her? Their emissary? The child born of sunlight, sent to deliver wisdom to their people? Pharaoh?
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<3 Anyone is welcome to join tho!

A beetle adorned in divine hues, its shimmering tones shifting with the moods of the sun god, Râ. A creature both mystical and sacred, often nothing more than the herald of great works yet to unfold. A serene smile playing on her lips, the sorceress leaned closer, her milky eye following the sacred jewel’s delicate path.

There you are… she murmured, lifting it into the cradle of her clawed hand. Magnificent. A symbol of renewal, of eternity. Their gods were mighty; their people, the culmination of culture itself. And this beetle—this living talisman—was the proof of it. A divine whisper in her ear, the soft breath of Isis carried on the wind, to which Asra ever listened with reverent attention.
What she had taken for whispers were not mere echoes of the divine, but the gentle footfalls of a child of the sun walking across the burning tapestry of the desert.

She was no longer alone.
Who had the gods sent to her? Their emissary? The child born of sunlight, sent to deliver wisdom to their people? Pharaoh?
]]> <![CDATA[Marigold]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7706 Mon, 12 May 2025 16:48:17 -0400 Merneith]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7706
A great deal of future uncertainty should have burdened the young Queen-to-be, and yet she found no duty too onerous, even those tasks which were far beneath her. Today she sought to begin a medicine-store, for they would be in need of a surplus of herbs, astringents, and natural cleansers on this diplomacy voyage. But the flatlands are nearly barren and what life she does come by is dry and crumbling.

“I should have paid more attention to your lessons, Tavina,” Neith smiles to herself, eyes shaded against the flickering horizon. She must expand her search.
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A great deal of future uncertainty should have burdened the young Queen-to-be, and yet she found no duty too onerous, even those tasks which were far beneath her. Today she sought to begin a medicine-store, for they would be in need of a surplus of herbs, astringents, and natural cleansers on this diplomacy voyage. But the flatlands are nearly barren and what life she does come by is dry and crumbling.

“I should have paid more attention to your lessons, Tavina,” Neith smiles to herself, eyes shaded against the flickering horizon. She must expand her search.
]]> <![CDATA[spun on godly loom ☥]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7704 Mon, 12 May 2025 14:19:52 -0400 Khaemwaset]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7704
impatient for return to merneith, khaemwaset took patrol of their delta-land. it would provide good grazing for any ruminants, overflowing its banks and leaving behind greenery. waters of blue crystal and banks of gold studded by emerald fertility. satriya already gained strength.
on Consort's word he bid to meet him there in confident step, intended-pharaoh circling what would surely be the wellspring for all their success.
gilt eyes looked for the neb, for now he was curious.
and perhaps — touched in jealousy to have heard merneith speak of him more than once. time would tell what sort of poisons khaemwaset might conjure; for now he was driven only by the need to correct his own ignorance about who sutekhmes was — or meant to be.
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impatient for return to merneith, khaemwaset took patrol of their delta-land. it would provide good grazing for any ruminants, overflowing its banks and leaving behind greenery. waters of blue crystal and banks of gold studded by emerald fertility. satriya already gained strength.
on Consort's word he bid to meet him there in confident step, intended-pharaoh circling what would surely be the wellspring for all their success.
gilt eyes looked for the neb, for now he was curious.
and perhaps — touched in jealousy to have heard merneith speak of him more than once. time would tell what sort of poisons khaemwaset might conjure; for now he was driven only by the need to correct his own ignorance about who sutekhmes was — or meant to be.
]]> <![CDATA[Amun]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7667 Wed, 07 May 2025 22:50:35 -0400 Phoenix Rising]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7667
For any, but perhaps    or . Loling cause i see we have the same avatar.

skill: vagabond

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The skyspear was a sacred place. One which the pheonix had decided to align herself to. She could smell others there, though she did not come. It was a place of great danger. One which she would stay from, by the beckoning of the gods.

She had found a rune now. They were close, so close..., the gods had told her. All she had was to be patient. To wait. Though she would watch with a fondness from afar until then! She was a patient women indeed and this second life was one which had been blessed and given graciously from the gods. She was at their will. Wait, wait.

She was a self sufficient one if nothing else, despite whatever royal status she had in another life, so very many years ago and in lands far, far from here. Yet as she ran along the golden dunes now, with the sight of the deep blue sea, she felt as though she were that little royal girl once again, of the Land of Sun and Sand.]]>
For any, but perhaps    or . Loling cause i see we have the same avatar.

skill: vagabond

[Image: 0*Ld9n0sTUrFRQApmj]

The skyspear was a sacred place. One which the pheonix had decided to align herself to. She could smell others there, though she did not come. It was a place of great danger. One which she would stay from, by the beckoning of the gods.

She had found a rune now. They were close, so close..., the gods had told her. All she had was to be patient. To wait. Though she would watch with a fondness from afar until then! She was a patient women indeed and this second life was one which had been blessed and given graciously from the gods. She was at their will. Wait, wait.

She was a self sufficient one if nothing else, despite whatever royal status she had in another life, so very many years ago and in lands far, far from here. Yet as she ran along the golden dunes now, with the sight of the deep blue sea, she felt as though she were that little royal girl once again, of the Land of Sun and Sand.]]> <![CDATA[Leopard lily]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7663 Wed, 07 May 2025 18:05:47 -0400 Merneith]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7663
Mother never discussed the subtleties of performance. But it was one, wasn’t it? To be a god, you must also be a performer, for you belong as much to your people as you do to yourself. Therein lay so much of the beauty. The sacrifice was beautiful.

But it was work, and if such amity was bred into Akashingo’s gilded Pharaoh, it was not so for Her daughter.

And while Neith does not stray so far from the God who would mount the Horus throne, she announces her intent to see the nearby river. Though the sun splays it’s beams high across the flatlands, the amiirad travels without rest until she’s reached the green-blue embankments, where she bends to lap generously at the current's cooling waters.
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Mother never discussed the subtleties of performance. But it was one, wasn’t it? To be a god, you must also be a performer, for you belong as much to your people as you do to yourself. Therein lay so much of the beauty. The sacrifice was beautiful.

But it was work, and if such amity was bred into Akashingo’s gilded Pharaoh, it was not so for Her daughter.

And while Neith does not stray so far from the God who would mount the Horus throne, she announces her intent to see the nearby river. Though the sun splays it’s beams high across the flatlands, the amiirad travels without rest until she’s reached the green-blue embankments, where she bends to lap generously at the current's cooling waters.
]]> <![CDATA[eye of ra]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7653 Tue, 06 May 2025 08:03:32 -0400 Peseshet]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7653 maybe?

their kingdom was still to be rebuilt. she should have no loyalty to a pharoah without a palace.
and yet here she sits behind him, massaging into the short golden fur of seti, her dark paws whisking and pushing into his muscles. a part of it was love (or lust), a part of it was hoping that he would make her his royal wife for her loyalty while they pilgrimaged through mythris.

ra seemed upset today. the sun is particularly hot during this afternoon, though peseshet knew well that this was not fury but more like the mild annoyance of a god. while ra burnt everything in his wake, peseshet blessed her pharoah with tefnut's holy waters. the waters in an oasis are most holy because ra purifies them with his light, or so she's learned.
do you enjoy this, Divine One? she whispered from behind, her hands still wandering along his shoulders.
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their kingdom was still to be rebuilt. she should have no loyalty to a pharoah without a palace.
and yet here she sits behind him, massaging into the short golden fur of seti, her dark paws whisking and pushing into his muscles. a part of it was love (or lust), a part of it was hoping that he would make her his royal wife for her loyalty while they pilgrimaged through mythris.

ra seemed upset today. the sun is particularly hot during this afternoon, though peseshet knew well that this was not fury but more like the mild annoyance of a god. while ra burnt everything in his wake, peseshet blessed her pharoah with tefnut's holy waters. the waters in an oasis are most holy because ra purifies them with his light, or so she's learned.
do you enjoy this, Divine One? she whispered from behind, her hands still wandering along his shoulders.
]]> <![CDATA[Nymphaea]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7652 Tue, 06 May 2025 01:11:47 -0400 Merneith]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7652 In from the desert trickles dusk, coloring the dunes with late violet light. It hushes air pulled in by breaths, muting every sound in favor of deep tranquility. The river waters are darkling. A flight of ibis settle silently near reed beds. Along the banks, date palm canopies loom tall and vast. All this observed by a figure in gold, whose inverse occupies the place to her right.

The young man and woman make a disparate couple. He is tall and strong, carrying the last of the sun in his raven-dark fur. She is slim, alert, with a vibrancy to the way her head cants. Her pelt, rippled and silken, is restrained now by a drape of lynxskin across the nape of her neck.

“Here," she whispers, her voice a smile turned upward to .

Across the vast flatlands rises a high burnished temple, hewn into a fine point: a house of the faithful. A throne to gods.
]]> In from the desert trickles dusk, coloring the dunes with late violet light. It hushes air pulled in by breaths, muting every sound in favor of deep tranquility. The river waters are darkling. A flight of ibis settle silently near reed beds. Along the banks, date palm canopies loom tall and vast. All this observed by a figure in gold, whose inverse occupies the place to her right.

The young man and woman make a disparate couple. He is tall and strong, carrying the last of the sun in his raven-dark fur. She is slim, alert, with a vibrancy to the way her head cants. Her pelt, rippled and silken, is restrained now by a drape of lynxskin across the nape of her neck.

“Here," she whispers, her voice a smile turned upward to .

Across the vast flatlands rises a high burnished temple, hewn into a fine point: a house of the faithful. A throne to gods.
]]> <![CDATA[oil]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7611 Fri, 02 May 2025 23:59:03 -0400 Saila]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7611
the salt stuck in her fur, heavy with brine and wind.
saila moved along the coast, eyes tracing the horizon. seafoam licked the rocks as the tide pulled back. the day was quiet but for the gulls, and the slap of waves against stone. she knew this stretch—a place known to birth seals.
and there they were, thick on the shore below, glistening bodies stretched among slick kelp and sunwarmed stone. her breath held.
a good sign. her people would say oil father was watching.
AW but
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the salt stuck in her fur, heavy with brine and wind.
saila moved along the coast, eyes tracing the horizon. seafoam licked the rocks as the tide pulled back. the day was quiet but for the gulls, and the slap of waves against stone. she knew this stretch—a place known to birth seals.
and there they were, thick on the shore below, glistening bodies stretched among slick kelp and sunwarmed stone. her breath held.
a good sign. her people would say oil father was watching.
AW but
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