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 scuttling creature could be seen among the desert sands, nose twitching occasionally to capture the wind within. The scampering creature was a female fennec fox, by the name of Fowix. She was a very small creature, and in this cruel world, it paid to be careful. Which was exactly what she hated being. So instead of having scanned the crimson horizon carefully like her ancestors would, she simply scampered out, unheeding of noise levels or other creatures entirely. Her crisp fur was already growing sandy as she waded through the deep dunes, and her crystal eyes surveyed the soft flowing clouds above. Not a care in the world ever pierced her heart, not even a slight problem. She was unusually confident for her kind.
Yet even as she crossed the rippling dunes, she knew something was not quite right. Call it instinct, perhaps, but Fowix had a growing desire to move out of the hot lands. Yet this was where her species belonged; in the desert. It was very troubling to the flimsy creature. But this was not the time to focus on mere wishes for the future. No, it was time to concentrate on her immediate desires. Which just happened to include the prospect of a meal sometime in the close future. If she could find it, of course. That was always a problem when one lived in a place without much water.
Yet very soon, the little fox had located a small bush on the edge of the desert. it would provide some shelter to her, and it seemed to contain a little food. Very quickly, she grabbed some and munched it quietly. It was satisfying, but it was very small, and she believed she would find herself quickly needing more nutrition. But there was nothing around just yet, so she simply laid down under the thicket and fell calmly asleep.
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The death of his mate had been tragic. If there was one thing that could change another it was the loss of his bride, that precious little serval that he believed was everythng sweet and wonderful in the world. But if there was one thing that would never change, it was his appetite.
On the prowl beneath the swealtering sun, he ventured forth, enduring, searching, famished and ravaging for the bit of food that his stomach needed in order to carry on, he continued. His lengthy legs carrying him across the swirling sands as it kicked up with the slightest breeze. His heart pummeled in his chest as he took in each needed breath, his legs carrying him through the chafed and rough sand as he moved through the sweltering heat, his eyes searching, his nose locking in on a peculiar scent that was irresistable for his mind to inspect.
His gait was a rapid trot, using his nose to guide him where his eyes couldn't when the sand flurries got to their worst, but in the end he managed to naviage through the storms, the source of the smell growing closer, the ivory sensations that were running through him growing stronger with each passing second as he continued to move with fluid grace amongst the cracked and sandy surface of the earth.
His eyes locked in on the creature, though small, it was more than enough to satiate his hunger for the time being. Hunger stired throughout his entire body as his golden hued eyes locked in on the creature that scuttled along the surface of the desert, partially concealed by the levitating blurred aurora of the desert heat. His eyes observed her movements, watching her make heed to that of a bush down in the crest below. His lungs took in that breath, took a moment to focus, his heart afixed for a good run, his legs stiff and ready to deliver the power that they were known for.
He waited, wiated for the thing to spot him, waited for the thing to start running. Bring it on.... he would tell himself as he approached closer, a few more steps, pause.... another few more steps... andother pause...
Sleep was something that finally eluded the bristling fox within the brush, eyes opening widely as the heat soaked into her warm body. A yawn appeared on her maw as she started to glance around the sands. There was nothing much in sight; a bush here, a cheetah there, another shrub in the distance. But it was then her mind connected with the idea of the fact that a CHEETAH was, indeed, there. And by all intents and purposes, it seemed to be focusing on HER with it's greedy golden eyes. But would she run? No, a personality like Fowix was way too simple to suspect danger just yet. As the creature stopped and started, she began to wander further that way, keeping the cheetah the focus of her attention.
It seemed hungry, from what Fowix could gather at least. But the thought that it was staring at her and looked hungry did not connect. Why, it could have meant a whole range of things, and Fowix was quite young. Unfortunately, she'd also make quite a tasty snack for such a speedy predator. But perhaps the only way she could possibly come out of this situation alive and well was not to run; perhaps it was to work out another way. However, there was no way that she could beat this creature if it came down to an even fight. She wasn't even thinking of fighting just yet. Evolution had gone wrong once it had created the mind of Fowix.
"Hallo! 'M Fowix. Who're you?" she called out, sitting down in front of the cheetah calmly. Her eyes showed no signs of fear just yet, she hadn't realized what the cheetah was after. Mistaking the gaze for curiosity, she smiled briefly at the creature, her expression radiating an angelic glow. Ears flickered briefly in the heat, although her eyes remained fixated on the cheetah's face. Which just happened to be almost directly above the tiny fennec fox. The cheetah seemed to block out the sun.
"You sprecken da English?" she asked briefly, before giggling at her choice of words. Sprecken? What type of word was that? The laughter began softly, but soon it grew louder. It cut of abruptly, as somewhere deep in her head she finally caught a glimpse of what the future might hold if she remained still. And it wasn't a pretty picture; it was too monotonous. Mostly painted in red. And very painful, too.
"Oh," the sound passed her lips as she began to get ready for her fight or flight instinct, mind speeding up in the midday sun. A glow from the sun could be seen on the edges of her whitish fur, almost like a halo on the innocent creature. A small whimper came from Fowix's throat as she turned, starting to bolt away from the cheetah, though in reality, she didn't know how ineffective this might be. Her tiny paws thudded against the shifting sands, head shoved forward in desperation. What else could she do but sprint away? Her den was too far away to be of any use, and digging a new one would take too long. Fighting could be an option, but what use was it against a creature as huge as the cheetah? Well, it was worth a shot, perhaps.
Turning around suddenly, skidding a little over the red dunes, Fowix made an attempt to get ready for battle. But the fact was she had been on the edge of a dune, and she stumbled, making her tumble down the incline. With every landing she bruised a little, until she was well and truly sore all over. There was little fight in the fox originally, and the stumble had caused the last to leave her. The heart of innocence that the fox possessed was probably her downfall. She struggled up, wondering what to do now.