Welcome to Mark of the Wild: Savage Lineage -a PVP based Animal RPG. We accept all levels, from beginner to advanced, -we have NO WORD COUNT, a unique setting, world, and set up. Mark of the Wild: Savage Lineage was created by animal role-players, for animal role-players, With a friendly staff, an easy to learn software, and a wide scale of diversity, we are ALWAYS welcoming new members to join our community. Welcome to Mark of the Wild: Savage Lineage.
A mass white flurry rushed through the underbush, tendrils of white fur tugging at the branches that tried to capture her within it’s dark embrace. Claws decended, she dug into the solid tundra, lifting her weight off of the ground and leaping onto a crumbling edge. Rocks cascaded down the side of the outcrop and she looked behind her, smile bright with delight at her accomplishment. The height of the edge itself was no small feat, if she fell, she would die and the fact that she could actually leap that high was a testiment to her skills.
Pure white fur, almost translucent in color, sparkled like the twilight stars in the evening light. Orbs an unusual blue, were glowing with a vibrancy that most lacked. She twisted her bodice, adjusting her weight on the edge and scaled the outcrop, leaping from one ledge to another in such a graceful, enchanting movement that she was often considered to be a mirage, a vision in white. For no one has been able to get close to her enough to see if she was real and she had no desire for them too. She was quite happy to be alone for she has known nothing else since the age of seven months.
At last she had reached the ledge she was aiming for and sharp black claws digged into the solid soil as she lifted herself up and over it. White ears, perked, listened to the very nature around her. The soft whispers in the wind held no signs of chatter and she tilted her head downwards, waiting for the first sign of movement. A sound, twisting, scratching, came to her right and she padded across the solid ground, leaving the dangerous ledge behind her and heading towards the undergrowth. As she came closer to it, orbs flashing in the dark shadows of the thick folige, she spotted a snake, giant for his kind, casually choking a rather plump looking possum. Interested and curious, she approached, ears cocked, orbs fixated on the snake and his rather delicious looking dinner.
The snake, humming to himself, was rather fond of his meal and it took a few minutes for him to realize his was being watched. Black eyes flicked over to the blue orbs of a rather large, fluffy, white wolf and he hissed, fangs showing and eyes flashing in warning. Despite this show of threat, Valantine settled down beside him and lifted an invisible eyebrow. “Give me that possum creature or I will eat you as well” The snake shuddered, coiling around the possum tighter and hissed furiously. “Noo..waaay..doggiee” Val, being one who didn’t give up that easily, merely laughed at his attempt at scaring her off. She whiped her tassel (Tail) around her bodice (body) and lifted her crest (Chest), raising herself to her full height. “You have five seconds to leave…one…two…th…” She was cut off, the snake uncoiled itself quickly from the possum and lashed at her, fangs drawn and in a blink of an eye, she moved out of the way.
Her paw lowered, slamming the snake to the ground and pinning its head underneath her paw. “I did warn you..” She said, lowering her maw (muzzle, mouth) and ripping open the neck of the snake. Its black eyes became dull, lifeless as his body was disconnected from his head and Valantine, chewed at it, swallowing the rather long snake down whole. Once finished with the body, she padded across the ground towards the possum, leaving the distorted head of the snake behind her. With maw open, she gently picked up the dead possum and wandered off to bury it for another day. She wasn’t stupid and knew how slim the pickings in this world was at the moment and expecially in a place like this.
The cold breeze teased at her thick fur as she dug into the ground, nudging the possum into the shallow grave before covering it with the soil. Blue orbs glanced behind her, searching the sparse undergrowth and rocky outcrops for any sign of visitors but seeing none, she patted the soil down with her paw and moved off in the direction of the ledge again, ready to search for something to actually eat.
Once at the ledge, she leaped off it, moving from one to another until she reached the bottom of the mountain. Her nose lifted to the wind, sniffing slightly to catch a scent. The light twist of an aroma of a large mammal, possibly a deer by the stench, was mouthwatering and she trotted off, paws leaving small imprints behind her. She had no reason to fear of being followed for she was trained enough to know when she was being watched and with ears perked, she listened to the scurrying sounds coming from the bush to her left. With a small movement of her bodice, she lowered, back legs up and front legs lowered as she got ready to pounce. The look was fairly amusing because most wolves don’t do this but when your only friend is a leopard, you tend to pick up certain things.
She leaped, teeth snapping at the frightened deer and it bounded across the ground, trying desperately to get away. She gave chase, a low dark growl escaping from her maw as she bit the back of it’s legs, trying to stumble the creature. It fell, head planting on the ground hard and knocking the wind out of it. Valantine quickly moved to the neck, snapping the tender bones beneath her sharp ivories. With blue orbs darkening from the excitement of the hunt, she clamped her ivories around the broken neck and began to drag it towards a more suited area to eat.
Once in a small deserted clearing, she placed her claws into it’s side, slicing open the fat stomach of the creature and swallowed a rather large chunk of meat. Blood drizzled down her maw, spotting her beautiful white fur in specks of red. With orbs half open, she settled down beside her kill, curling her tail around it and keeping a defensive position for she was ready to protect her kill if need be. Her ivories began to slowly tear at the flesh, savouring the juicy red meat and swallowed it quickly, trying to be as fast as she can in case she was disturbed. After having her fill, she remained where she was, licking at her limbs and stomach in a cleaning fashion with the intention of burying the rest of the half eaten carcass. She lazily remained in the sun, pleased with herself and happy to remain right where she was for the moment.....