<![CDATA[R-Vivarium - Primal Savannah]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/ Sat, 18 Apr 2026 12:34:47 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[the calves]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7771 Thu, 22 May 2025 12:15:37 -0400 Asha]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7771
calling all my lions!
it was late in the evening when the trumpets of elephants serenaded the plains. asha had been lounging in a low hanging tree, its limbs weathered from time and it was an easy thing to climb upon. her sister had been near, too. anxious, excited at the new arrival of in their territory.
asha was too.
she stood at once, letting out a ghastly yawn, and began to bellow. loud, commanding, for her others to join her as they would rally.
it would be a test of strength— not for them, no, but for uhuru. he had claimed to kill the hyena nest, cut it from its head, and now she would wish to see how he graced these arid lands with its most apex of prey; elephant.
she gathered upon a knoll, waiting, listening. the elephants were not far.
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calling all my lions!
it was late in the evening when the trumpets of elephants serenaded the plains. asha had been lounging in a low hanging tree, its limbs weathered from time and it was an easy thing to climb upon. her sister had been near, too. anxious, excited at the new arrival of in their territory.
asha was too.
she stood at once, letting out a ghastly yawn, and began to bellow. loud, commanding, for her others to join her as they would rally.
it would be a test of strength— not for them, no, but for uhuru. he had claimed to kill the hyena nest, cut it from its head, and now she would wish to see how he graced these arid lands with its most apex of prey; elephant.
she gathered upon a knoll, waiting, listening. the elephants were not far.
]]> <![CDATA[gemstone]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7758 Tue, 20 May 2025 16:02:55 -0400 Uhuru]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7758
uhuru roared again.

it was the second of that early morning, and he had already heard the answering fickle cries of zebra.

now he strode in powerful lines through the golden tracery of first light, tail curled.

a leopardess watched him with gleaming green eyes.

a pair of jackals waited to see if he would lead them to a kill.

uhuru ignored his observers. his own eyes searched for those other lionesses of the savannah.
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uhuru roared again.

it was the second of that early morning, and he had already heard the answering fickle cries of zebra.

now he strode in powerful lines through the golden tracery of first light, tail curled.

a leopardess watched him with gleaming green eyes.

a pair of jackals waited to see if he would lead them to a kill.

uhuru ignored his observers. his own eyes searched for those other lionesses of the savannah.
]]> <![CDATA[waterhole]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7699 Sun, 11 May 2025 23:24:49 -0400 Asha]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7699
AW but
the morning was crisp as the peepers sung amongst the bank of the watering hole. asha had been crouched down, trinket loosely dangling from her neck, drinking in the warming water beneath the sun's eyes. it was still cool, but by noon it would come to a crisp boil.
uhuru's entrance had most certainly rattled the other females, her included. but he had seemed just good enough to make a good introduction amongst the women. she, still yet to see his skill, kept most of his attention. away from her sister's, away from juliet until she was assured he would not harm them.
asha would handle it. it was her duty to her family, blood or no.
she prowled around, marking trees with a raised tail before opening her mouth as a summoning call. a deep bellow that had her breath steaming against the morning winds.
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AW but
the morning was crisp as the peepers sung amongst the bank of the watering hole. asha had been crouched down, trinket loosely dangling from her neck, drinking in the warming water beneath the sun's eyes. it was still cool, but by noon it would come to a crisp boil.
uhuru's entrance had most certainly rattled the other females, her included. but he had seemed just good enough to make a good introduction amongst the women. she, still yet to see his skill, kept most of his attention. away from her sister's, away from juliet until she was assured he would not harm them.
asha would handle it. it was her duty to her family, blood or no.
she prowled around, marking trees with a raised tail before opening her mouth as a summoning call. a deep bellow that had her breath steaming against the morning winds.
]]> <![CDATA[fate]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7636 Sun, 04 May 2025 10:04:27 -0400 Surya]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7636 AW, but ATTN: & feel free to post here if u dont wanna make ur own thread.

scorching sun hangs high. ever-watching.

it was keen to burn the pristine pale coat of surya. its leering gaze and hot kisses led surya to find relief by the pools. it loved her, but it would destroy her to remain in its embrace. she'd forgotten how long she'd been traveling with it staring her down.

but she turns to her priya, and her presence brushed surya like sweet spring breeze. already the sweat that clung to her brow felt refreshing instead of uncomfortable. the sun burnt her, but the way it accentuated her lover's curves and muscles made surya forgive it for now.

once priya stood by her side again, she dipped down to lap the turquoise waters. she was very careful to let her partner drink too before she dips into it.
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scorching sun hangs high. ever-watching.

it was keen to burn the pristine pale coat of surya. its leering gaze and hot kisses led surya to find relief by the pools. it loved her, but it would destroy her to remain in its embrace. she'd forgotten how long she'd been traveling with it staring her down.

but she turns to her priya, and her presence brushed surya like sweet spring breeze. already the sweat that clung to her brow felt refreshing instead of uncomfortable. the sun burnt her, but the way it accentuated her lover's curves and muscles made surya forgive it for now.

once priya stood by her side again, she dipped down to lap the turquoise waters. she was very careful to let her partner drink too before she dips into it.
]]> <![CDATA[Beneath The Dying Sun]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7610 Fri, 02 May 2025 22:52:40 -0400 Shivani]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7610 not home.

That didn't matter.

She was alive.

She would stamp her presence on this new realm. Adapt, thrive and kill. Just as she always had. It was what she did best. It was all she knew.

Shivani; Life and Death.

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Water. Fresh water. She smelled it. Close by. Her mouth was parched, her stomach empty. The shadow borne tracked down the watering hole by scent. A ghost, rarely seen out in the open. A flash of golden, ebony dappled fur, settled at the waters edge. Quenching her desperate thirst, splayed whiskers dotted with droplets. Yet even now, those eyes remained upturned. Ever watchful for the slightest movement. Ears alert, receptive to any sound. Surely, she was not all alone in this big, bad new world.]]> not home.

That didn't matter.

She was alive.

She would stamp her presence on this new realm. Adapt, thrive and kill. Just as she always had. It was what she did best. It was all she knew.

Shivani; Life and Death.

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Water. Fresh water. She smelled it. Close by. Her mouth was parched, her stomach empty. The shadow borne tracked down the watering hole by scent. A ghost, rarely seen out in the open. A flash of golden, ebony dappled fur, settled at the waters edge. Quenching her desperate thirst, splayed whiskers dotted with droplets. Yet even now, those eyes remained upturned. Ever watchful for the slightest movement. Ears alert, receptive to any sound. Surely, she was not all alone in this big, bad new world.]]> <![CDATA[jeweled]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7558 Tue, 29 Apr 2025 23:33:02 -0400 Uhuru]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7558
undulating golden flanks carried the massive cat on a swagger. tongue lolled in the early heat; tail curled to a black tuft behind heavy hips.

herds of impala scattered. zebra sounded their alarm. giraffe eyed mistrustfully, herding away their calves. the only beasts that did not move were the elephants and their pachydermed counterpart, a lone rhino rooting in the distance.

uhuru knew all eyes were upon him. it was what he wanted. a turn of the massive scarred head allowed the sun to leap from chestnut glints in the great mane. it flowed in magnificent tress over shoulders, down his chest.

for water he had searched first, but near the bank of such a wellspring he had discovered the pug marks of the only counterpart uhuru might ever consider his equal: a lioness.

and not alone.

a series of low, guttural sounds, a seeming string of ungha, ungha, ungha, split the tranquility of that morning. uhuru built the mile-eating bass slowly into a shattering roar.

a challenge to males.

an invitation to females.
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undulating golden flanks carried the massive cat on a swagger. tongue lolled in the early heat; tail curled to a black tuft behind heavy hips.

herds of impala scattered. zebra sounded their alarm. giraffe eyed mistrustfully, herding away their calves. the only beasts that did not move were the elephants and their pachydermed counterpart, a lone rhino rooting in the distance.

uhuru knew all eyes were upon him. it was what he wanted. a turn of the massive scarred head allowed the sun to leap from chestnut glints in the great mane. it flowed in magnificent tress over shoulders, down his chest.

for water he had searched first, but near the bank of such a wellspring he had discovered the pug marks of the only counterpart uhuru might ever consider his equal: a lioness.

and not alone.

a series of low, guttural sounds, a seeming string of ungha, ungha, ungha, split the tranquility of that morning. uhuru built the mile-eating bass slowly into a shattering roar.

a challenge to males.

an invitation to females.
]]> <![CDATA[Sunbird]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7542 Tue, 29 Apr 2025 16:17:00 -0400 Zivuli]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7542
Zivuli bleeds. Injuries scream.

But she feels none of it. Not even in the absence of where half an ear once was, not the warm trail falling from the gashes on her thighs, she puts it out of her mind and calls, a low reverberating sound on the wind, a call for any family to come back, come back to her. Some must have found some way out of the slaughter, they must have. For her sister, she calls the most desperately.

And there is no answer, no answer but the deafening sounds of nature, a buzzing cacophony burning in her mind, overwhelming each sense. She calls again into the evening breeze.

Not for young sisters. She saw them snuffed, each squealing in jaws of brothers 3. Whatever warnings her mother and aunts had echoed to her as a cub, the reality of it was far worse than any story ever could've conveyed. No creature in the night so deadly as a man of their own kind.

Something breeds within her, fear and hate, conjoined into something unholy in this garbled mess, lighting a fire in the cornsilk gold of her eyes.

There are still no answers, only the darkening sky and a vast stretch of grassland ahead. Zivuli falls to her haunches and brings a large tongue to swathe over the claw-wound on her shoulder, cleaning her fur of the blood that stained it. Red runs from her ear over the side of her face, where much has already dried, and she flicks it in response. She'd run so far, been chased so far that the footsteps of the man who'd done it still rung in her ears, a whisper in the grass between every breath she took.

She couldn't be still for long, even when exhaustion wore her down.]]>
Zivuli bleeds. Injuries scream.

But she feels none of it. Not even in the absence of where half an ear once was, not the warm trail falling from the gashes on her thighs, she puts it out of her mind and calls, a low reverberating sound on the wind, a call for any family to come back, come back to her. Some must have found some way out of the slaughter, they must have. For her sister, she calls the most desperately.

And there is no answer, no answer but the deafening sounds of nature, a buzzing cacophony burning in her mind, overwhelming each sense. She calls again into the evening breeze.

Not for young sisters. She saw them snuffed, each squealing in jaws of brothers 3. Whatever warnings her mother and aunts had echoed to her as a cub, the reality of it was far worse than any story ever could've conveyed. No creature in the night so deadly as a man of their own kind.

Something breeds within her, fear and hate, conjoined into something unholy in this garbled mess, lighting a fire in the cornsilk gold of her eyes.

There are still no answers, only the darkening sky and a vast stretch of grassland ahead. Zivuli falls to her haunches and brings a large tongue to swathe over the claw-wound on her shoulder, cleaning her fur of the blood that stained it. Red runs from her ear over the side of her face, where much has already dried, and she flicks it in response. She'd run so far, been chased so far that the footsteps of the man who'd done it still rung in her ears, a whisper in the grass between every breath she took.

She couldn't be still for long, even when exhaustion wore her down.]]> <![CDATA[till death do us part]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7537 Tue, 29 Apr 2025 09:57:27 -0400 Phantom]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7537
Skill: hunter
Iku had come for her in the night.

Iyabo would have loved to say it came as a surprise, but she had felt his pull for days. Weeks even, of unexplainable chills and shadows flitting just out of sight. She was dreaming now. Darkness. Light. Was this what death felt like? It was almost...pleasant.

She awoke with a start, body pressed to the firm, cool ground. It was night, no - dusk. Taking a moment to orientate herself, the panther meandered her way to the water's edge and began to drink in great gulps, staring as ripples distorted her face until she was quenched and all became still. Her own amethyst eyes stared back.

One paw reached to pat the surface, tongue flicking to swipe the droplets gathered there. It was damp. It was real. Slowly, slowly, her lips peeled in an unearthly smile, turning tail and stalking into the reeds where the scents of prey pooled. Iyabo the Phantom was alive, and she was hungry.
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Skill: hunter
Iku had come for her in the night.

Iyabo would have loved to say it came as a surprise, but she had felt his pull for days. Weeks even, of unexplainable chills and shadows flitting just out of sight. She was dreaming now. Darkness. Light. Was this what death felt like? It was almost...pleasant.

She awoke with a start, body pressed to the firm, cool ground. It was night, no - dusk. Taking a moment to orientate herself, the panther meandered her way to the water's edge and began to drink in great gulps, staring as ripples distorted her face until she was quenched and all became still. Her own amethyst eyes stared back.

One paw reached to pat the surface, tongue flicking to swipe the droplets gathered there. It was damp. It was real. Slowly, slowly, her lips peeled in an unearthly smile, turning tail and stalking into the reeds where the scents of prey pooled. Iyabo the Phantom was alive, and she was hungry.
]]> <![CDATA[Xitlhangu Xa Ndlala]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7513 Sun, 27 Apr 2025 19:29:45 -0400 Nhova]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7513
the lioness lay stretched across sun-bleached stone, bathing beneath the scorching rays of afternoon’s kiss. her sides rise with breath upon breath, stirring the dust that clings to her rough mane and clotted flanks.

the rock beneath her, pale and fissured with old cracks, bears her weight without protest, as it has borne many before her, bones lost now to soil and spirit. her tail sweeps low over the stone, swatting the whining flies that gather in the heat.

they do nothing but pester the huntress.

she yawns wide, splitting her face into a grimace of cracked yellow teeth and thick pink tongue, and when it passes she drags her tongue over her scarred jowls.

a fly dares to land upon her nose, and with a single shake of her great head, she sends it spinning into the hot air.
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the lioness lay stretched across sun-bleached stone, bathing beneath the scorching rays of afternoon’s kiss. her sides rise with breath upon breath, stirring the dust that clings to her rough mane and clotted flanks.

the rock beneath her, pale and fissured with old cracks, bears her weight without protest, as it has borne many before her, bones lost now to soil and spirit. her tail sweeps low over the stone, swatting the whining flies that gather in the heat.

they do nothing but pester the huntress.

she yawns wide, splitting her face into a grimace of cracked yellow teeth and thick pink tongue, and when it passes she drags her tongue over her scarred jowls.

a fly dares to land upon her nose, and with a single shake of her great head, she sends it spinning into the hot air.
]]> <![CDATA[Mwindaji]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7500 Sat, 26 Apr 2025 23:59:36 -0400 Asha]]> https://revamp.vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7500
but AW
the heartland breathed beneath a sky pale with morning. ridges of amber grass swayed in slow, prayerful arcs; the river of mirrors glinted far off, a thin thread stitching the land to the ancestors' gaze. stone outcroppings jutted like old bones from the earth, and in the stillness, the world felt whole — as if spirit and soil whispered the same breath.
asha stood already awake, the dust of sleep long brushed from her coat. the sunrise touched the tips of her ears with gold as she bent to the smaller figure nestled against a hollow in the grass. her sister, younger by a litter but no less a part of her soul, still dreamed — paws twitching in some quiet hunt of the mind.
with infinite care, asha lowered her heavy paw and nudged the sleeping form. a warmth stirred behind her words, but no indulgence; the day did not wait for dreamers. amka sasa, she murmured, the old tongue curling in the air like incense.
asha’s tail swept once across the ground, steady as a drumbeat. her gaze turned toward the line of distant stones, where jackals sometimes called at dawn, where omens wove their invisible threads. today would be a day of hunting, or perhaps of watching for signs. the river had spoken in her dreams last night — not in words, but in shifting silver images she did not yet understand. and so she had risen early, drawn by the unseen pull that always seemed to find her when the land stirred.
she waited for her sister to rouse.
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but AW
the heartland breathed beneath a sky pale with morning. ridges of amber grass swayed in slow, prayerful arcs; the river of mirrors glinted far off, a thin thread stitching the land to the ancestors' gaze. stone outcroppings jutted like old bones from the earth, and in the stillness, the world felt whole — as if spirit and soil whispered the same breath.
asha stood already awake, the dust of sleep long brushed from her coat. the sunrise touched the tips of her ears with gold as she bent to the smaller figure nestled against a hollow in the grass. her sister, younger by a litter but no less a part of her soul, still dreamed — paws twitching in some quiet hunt of the mind.
with infinite care, asha lowered her heavy paw and nudged the sleeping form. a warmth stirred behind her words, but no indulgence; the day did not wait for dreamers. amka sasa, she murmured, the old tongue curling in the air like incense.
asha’s tail swept once across the ground, steady as a drumbeat. her gaze turned toward the line of distant stones, where jackals sometimes called at dawn, where omens wove their invisible threads. today would be a day of hunting, or perhaps of watching for signs. the river had spoken in her dreams last night — not in words, but in shifting silver images she did not yet understand. and so she had risen early, drawn by the unseen pull that always seemed to find her when the land stirred.
she waited for her sister to rouse.
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