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 black wolf jogged briskly across the frozen Arctic. He was in search of someone. A raven by the name of Bran. To the black wolf, this raven was his companion. The two had met when the wolf was only 3 years old. Through the years, up until recently, the pair had travelled many miles and faced many hardships together. In fact, Bran had been the black wolf’s only true friend. The only one who had stuck around for a long time. And the two knew each other. Bran understood the way the wolf thought, and what incarcerated him. The wolf caught on with the raven’s quirky habits and thoughts on the world. The wretched world that they endured together. But, now… it was only the black wolf, without Bran. And that is why this timber wolf was riding the ice so up north. Maybe, with a stroke of luck, the wolf would find his feathered friend where he had first met him. In the Frozen Wastes.
Rebel was his name. A large beast he was, carved with scars. His muzzle was washed with gray, his badge of age and experience. The arctic wind ruffled his black coat and raked his face, causing him to squint his single, left eye. The ice below him screeched quietly as his ragged claws clicked through the terrain.
The old wolf kept his head low, ears erect, and tail loose… in a manner of a hunting wolf. Every now in then he would pass a dead, brittle tree. Every now and then he would pass a clump of thickets. But, always he was travelling through vacant Tundra.
Rest called to Rebel. Up ahead stood a cluster of gray boulders. Tough, little grasses grew about them. Moss clung to the rocks’ sides. The black sky above, sprouting the aurora lights, hung above the ancient stones. The wolf breathed, he smelled no one about. So, he came forth.
He scrambled up one of the boulders and settled himself to sleep. The cold demanded that he curl up into a tight ball. Rebel covered his nose with his bushy tail. The resting site was rather comfortable, for the mosses acted like soft bedding. In a few seconds he was fast asleep, under the aurora lights.
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Perhaps the devils current pack was boring her, ruining her flow. Every chance she got, she was sneaking away. Not like some whore, who felt the urge to steal a male away with her to get the satisfaction that she needed - no. This urge, was much more...deathly. It had been known that this female wasn't like the rest of the wolves she resided with, but. Only one wolf knew of her true nature - she had killed him, or so she'd thought. The smell of his pathetic body lingered in the pack, and she was quite sure that somehow, he'd managed to become Alpha. This merely made the female laugh on the inside (but of course, why would she truely laugh?) and continued her plunder.
Today, the wolf infront of her - was going to have a very, very bad day. Already the female was bleeding, her tail dripping from the wound that Dimitria had placed along her body - of course, not without a fight. Never without a fight, Dim's snout had a laceration - not overly large, but still. She'd managed to not dodge this attack and thus she continued to chase the female out of the tree lines. Unaware that another lurker was in the area. Another person to catch her in mid-stride of her true nature. Fun.
'd-d-dont kill me!' the female screamed as dimitria gated closer. She'd have to shut this bitch up if she wanted to get away with murder, and with a tactical motion she lunged herself off the nearest rock and pinned where she wanted to land - the female was her target, and she was going to winNot to kill? Where's the fun in that! she growled as she landed on target jaw latched around the females neck with one swift shake, and a deeper clamp on her, the female was silenced. Rouges, how easy they were sought out, how easy they were to kill. It was sad, really. This day and age, half the loners to walk about the earth were lithe - horribly malnurrished, and simply off their game. They didn't taste a bit of good, but. It was the game Dimitria adored.
The bitch cooed as the female whined out her last breath, and became limp along the white ground. Her tail swayed in a serpentine manner as she wriggled in great delight before walking away from it. She would not eat it. Not this one. In due time, another would come along, one with more meat on its bones, more fight to it - that, that was when she'd have her meal. Crimson-tainted female however, came to a standstill as her nose flourished in anothers scent and a low growl seemed to escape her vocals. It soon ceased as she'd realized he'd been in the area longer then she, and he'd not been a spy. Letting out a breath she walked back twords the tree lines. speech color
Rebel was but a few months old in his dream. Darcia, his father, came whirling into the den like the devil himself. In a single move, Rebel’s father snapped his mother’s throat between his jaws. All it took was a swift crunch and his mother’s lifeless body fell before him and his littermates. The full moon glared it’s hideous eye behind Darcia as he looked down upon his children. Suddenly, he drove foreword for his first victim. Dear sister screamed. The nightmare shattered.
The scream was real. Rebel was wide awake, staring into the dark tundra. The aurora lights revealed shapes for him. Under the flash of lights, the old wolf witnessed a murder. That scream had strummed Rebel’s gut strings. Oh, and now the smell of blood rattled his bones. Rebel licked his chops.
Suddenly, the murderer was coming his way.
Rebel rose to his feet and settled into a sit under the mossy boulder he had slept on. As the wolf neared, he began to grow curious and excited. Now here was something unusual to wake up to. And delightfully interesting. The first thing he noticed was her blue eyes.
“Did she kill your cubs? Steal your meal? Invade your territory?” Rebel investigated, peering over her with his single eye. As he awaited an answer, he cracked his neck and swivled his ears foreword.