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.
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Joined: 10-August 11
A chilling wave of frosted air blew out into the area as the night began to dim in the sky. A small, brown figure trudged across the tundra, her mouth parted to allow a constant exhalation to appear. This created a white breath in the air, the translucent material sliding back past her maw and diminishing soon after. This was the infamous female known as Nytierre.
Notorious for her mischevious and short tempered ways, she was now making her way into unknown territory. Her reasoning? Simple. Fun. She was carefree and wanted nothing more than a nice little interaction. Perhaps she'd meet new wolverines. She had been able to pick of tiny hints and traces of their activity and hoped that at some point she'd find one. Hopefully there weren't any females. In all honesty she disliked other wolverine females simply because she considered herself the best. A true princess.
Her fur ruffled along her spine, the wind pushing it the opposite direction that it was naturally placed and causing a quick chill to rush up her spine. She began grumbling profanities as she quickened her pace. She didn't like the cold. Nytierre was one to relax in the warm sun whenever she could, an oxymoron given her thick pelt created for arctic environments. No matter, this female wasn't someone who was identical with others. She stood out in the crowd and made sure everyone there noticed. It was all part of her act to seek attention. Her pudgy snout lifted to the air while the rest of her low body remained against the brisk grass stalks. The sky was getting lighter.
To her delight Nytierre had approached a beautiful valley, and just over the horizon there lay the rising sun. She smiled appreciatively, leaning back on her haunches and staring in awe. Her body was stiff and her ears remained perked forward. She was almost like a statue, frozen by the sight of the orange and yellow colorations. It was then that the surrounding clouds grew pink and her eyes brightened and widened. She began opening her mouth absentmindedly, leaning forward to gaze more into the depths of the beauty that she happened to come across.
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Joined: 3-December 10
The way of the wolverine was a tough one... but it always came with it's rewards. Those who endured, those who survived, those who had the most appealing markings on their chest, be it the scars, or even the white pattern on their chest, were rewarded with the prize of mates. Those who had nothing to show for themsevles, the struggles that they had endured, the fights that they had won, were rewarded with maybe their next meal.
Reproduction in wolverines were complicated, it was delayed, females only came into season once every two years, and if missed, there was no promise of that particular wolverine living long enough to meet the next. And so, a male couldn't miss his first opportunity, it was fundamental and required that he acquire a mate during the first season of his life. Otherwise, all chances were thrown out the window.
He was now two and a half years old, just on the brink of what would be called the prime of his life, he was in great physical condition, his injuries healed, the wire trap that been removed had left a scar on his foot that would most likely never go away, the scar on his eye would never fade with time. In the two and a half years of his life, he had seen and done more than most of his kind, he had been in fights with wolves, he had killed deer, hunted the foxes, and encountered men. He had been shot at, he had learned from his own experiences how some treasured his hide -but if there was one thing that Naxx knew, it was the fact that no one needed it more than he did.
And so, he learned of the world this way, that this was the way the world worked. Animals were like crops to the two-legged gods, and like crops on a farm, they needed to be hunted, and harvested. It was a scary thought. Wolverines were the king of the highlands, it was passed down through Inuit tradition, that wolverines were like spiritual figures, the mark of a warrior. Before going to battle, an Inuit Native would paint his chest with the paw of a wolverine to give him the boiling blood of a wolverine's fury.
And so, with his large paws, he before the snow, following a certain scent that had come across his land, that had stumbled across his borders, and most importantly, his instincts told her that she was in season. He couldn't waste time with this, everything that he had been doing was immediately put on hold, this was of the upmost importance, something that he had to discover for himself.
Moving through the snow at a constant speed, his paws rumbling through the surface that rippled his flab and his fur with each step, his mouth partially open in a pant as he used his nose to track her during the day, his ears honed down to the very signal of her heart beat as he followed the trail, the footprints, the droplets of fluid that were emitting from her entrance that set a course for him to follow.
And soon, a figure began to materialize before him, a figure there on the ice, just beyond his land, that scent was even stronger now, and he too, found himself there -frozen in the manner of a statue. He was much larger than her, about one third taller than her. With one of his hind legs outstretched, he observered, her watched her, before coming up to her. His eyes strayed left, locating a rough surface for him to lay his mark, signifying that he was lord of this land, approached it, parted his hind legs and rubbed the tip of his sheath against it. This in turn stimulated his scent glands, leaving a trail of fluid that would reminate his scent on the object, before approaching her with each anticipation, of course... he didn't stop. He had been lonely for quite some time, his brother and the others were out on a hunt, leaving him to defend his own borders from the wolves and the bears.
To some, it would look like a savage fight of ill-will, to a wolverine, it was the art of play. He came at her with a paw, ever determined to bring it down on her forehead as he panted with his sentimental delight. Female pressence often brought out the playful side of a wolveirne.
Member No.: 159
Joined: 10-August 11
The sun had already made it's way into the sky by the time she noticed the strong, tangy scent of another wolverine. Her eyes watered and she widened her pupils, the scent brushed past her nose enticingly. It was a male. Her eyes narrowed deviously as a wicked smile crossed her features. He had caught onto her scent. It was not undoubtful that she was indeed in season, however she thought perhaps she could travel without being noticed. Guess not!
Soon after she noticed that there was a bit of a shadow out the corner of her eye. She turned her head to receive a smack in the face by a rather large paw. Releasing an "oof" sound while her eyes watered from the pain in her nose, she rolled back in surprise. Soon after she retailiated and rose up to her paws. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected him. He was much bigger than her and had a bit of experience with him by the scars on his body. Her brown eyes gazed up at his face to notice a nice scar along one of his eyes. She grinned with a slight purring noise. He was a fighter. Exxcellent.
Nytierre opened her mouth to begin panting softly before rushing at him with a strange lope. Soon she was upon him and lifted a forepaw of her own, swiping it at his face to attempt to give him a taste of his own medicine. She had no idea who this strange male was but there was something about him that interested her. It could've been the dominant nature or the experienced fighting scars. Whatever it was, she figured she'd play with him for awhile and see what he was capable of.
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He watched her leap back in surprise and roll rearward as he
took a single bounce to the rear, a slight pant in his breath as he
raised his paw in the air and swiped at it with his left leg, his tongue
hung out of his parted jaws as he took in each breath, before her
own paw made contact with his face, delivering a striking shock to
the very thing that allowed him to see during the day, in a manner
of speaking. In all truth, wolverines were blind during the day,
relying on their nose and ears to guide them through them, and at
night, seeing that they're eyes were permanantly affixed for
nightvision, was when the true wolverinecould interact with the
He rolled over to his side, trying to evade, but inevitably failed
in doing so, her paw came landing on the bridge of his muzzel,
striking him in the nose and forcing the most brutish of reactions, a
violent sneeze that spewed forth mucus at such force that it forced
his head to the sides in a violent shake, soon to follow, was another
of the same intensity.
Rolling a tongue over his maw, her let out a harsh laugh before
coming up to her once more, his legs parted in the event that he
needed to evade another one of her retalitory strikes as he felt
verious things go on throughout his body, from growths to waves of
yearning, he fulfilled his curiosity, approaching her from the side in
a slow but sensitive walk as he began the routine wolverine-
greeting ritual, burrying his nose into the back of her left ear, where
there lay a scent gland, the tip of his nose brushed against it, and
soon to follow was his tongue, tasting her, learning her scent,
learning of her and her secrets. It told him everything that he
needed to know, and one of the very things that interested him the
most was the fact that she was in season, and in good health.
Phase one of the wolverine-greeting out of the way, he initiated
phase too, bringing his rear end within range of her turning neck,
bringing his side parallel with her side, he lowered his head to the small of her tail, fixing his teeth around it's edge and proceeded to nibble at it, get a wiff of various secretions in her body, before going down lower between her hind legs, determining which stage of her heat she was in.
A tongue went down there, gliding across the fleshy surfaces and tasting the secretions, drawing it to his nose, the pheromones that ran from her body were eminating upon him, further turning on the beast that was within him. He felt an unknown pressense, something that he had never felt before and never as powerful. There was a strange and overpowering urge to crawl up on her back and let everything else go, but at the same tme, he still wanted to play.
He got down to a bow, and leaped away, he had smelt what it was that he wanted to smell, he had greeted her now it was back to the game of cat and mouse, He got before her in a hearty play-bow, his ears forward, his mouth open in a pant, "What are you waiting for?" he said as he felt a growth move through him between his legs, running up to her and parting his jaws, determined to grasp her by the side of her neck.
tail, sniffing her
Member No.: 159
Joined: 10-August 11
Nytierre's eyes widened before her face was covered with slimy mucus. She twitched her whiskers and lifted a forepaw to brush it across her face, removing whatever fluids she could. It was then that she noticed he had changed his positioning so they were standing flank to flank. She raised an eyebrow with an intruigued glance in his general direction. Her tail lifted almost instinctively as he began to inspect her.
She shifted from paw to paw at the feeling of his tongue. It was warm against her skin and not to mention it provided a tickling sensation that caused a bit of a shake in her body. She was laughing. However she also needed to know a bit about this male and thus tucked her snout beneath his tail. She began to inspect his scent, his manhood, and all about him. Her own tongue extracted from her mouth as she allowed a swift lick across his genitals. Soon she was wriggling her snout and retreating from the strong smell that he was secreting. It was almost eye watering. Finally once their meet-n-greet was over he moved to bow in a playful gesture.
"What are you waiting for?"
She snickered and bowed once to watch him, her rump moving slightly as she prepared her haunches. Soon she bounced toward him with a bit of a snarl. Each time she hit the ground from the previous bounce the snarl rose in decibels only to lower upon the next jump. She reached him with a skid that ended up raising her on her hinds. She swiped at him with both forepaws in a swift motion. Though her stomach became exposed, she figured if the blows actually hit he would fail to notice said opening.
"For just the right moment." She seemed to purr in an enticing tone, almost as if seducing him with a deeper meaning.
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A tongue ran across the most private of his parts as he felt a sting of arousal run through him like that of a press of a switch. The reaction was immediate, and he found himself writhing in the response, filling hsi blood with various hormones, but at the same time, shock and awe.
What he knew and saw about her was immediately replaced with the thought of making her haunches ripple from the exerted pressure of his thrusts. He rolled a tongue across his maw as he felt every muscle in him go stiff, among other things as well, a now slightly swollen member hung from between his legs.
He took a bow, ready for anything his one eye more interested in her rear end than her face at the moment as she took to a charge, raising herself up on her hindlegs and came down with both paws as he darted forward lowered his head downward and closed his eyes, throwing himself into her and going straight for the belly, her paws came around his rear end, and he felt a strange roughness of her paw against the rear opening, but nevermind that, his nose went north, and he caught a wiff of a sugar, that very sweetness that she had that he was now craving as though every living thing in the world needed air. Only thing thing, this strange sugar, it was the nector of her heat, that she was in reception, and thus, ready to mate, that she was ripe.
His tongue went north as well, pushing through her fur in an attempt to lap at the sweet sugars that were running from between her legs, he felt the heart of him beginning to pound within his chest, his member growing in length.... everything focused and relied on that sugar. But most importantly, she was probably his only play companion in the short months since he had lost his brothers.
He brought himself away from her and moved to nuzzel her, het his scent on her, brushing his shoulders along her flanks, mounting her from the side to stimulate the scent glands that dwelled jsut before his groin.
"For just the right moment." she pured at him, and he felt his ears twist and turn with slight arousal, he wasn't quite experienced with the routine that he was going through, but everything was simply just coming naturally to him. From the meet and greet, to the inspecting of the genitals, to what he was about to do. He turned his head to hers, bringing it under as a low growl of possession rumbled from his throat, bringing it under her lower jaw as he raised her up and began licking the corner of her jaw before his mouth opened, his tongue rolled back and he took a corner of her flab into his mouth, biting down slightly to hold himself in place, before he mounted her from the side once more, only this time, hie legs were spread apart, and he rounded himself coutner clockwise to line up with her in the back, his forelegs went around to her sides, -inbetween her hindlegs and her ribs, where a soft layer of fat felt natural for his forelegs to grasp, before he let go of the back of her neck, and instead, nibbled down her spine, before slowly beginning to thrust forward, this was right.... right?
Member No.: 159
Joined: 10-August 11
Nytierre could sense the smell of his member growth and twitched her ears with a snicker. Her hinds twitched slightly while a bit of an uneasy feeling rose in her stomach. Was that butterflies? It happened when he first mounted her from the side and began covering her with his scent. She enjoyed this, actually. It showed that she was something special. A bit of a prize to him, especially since her gender was rare and them coming into season was even more so.
With a hint of a chuckle rising in her throat from the covering of his scent upon her fur, her tail soon rose up almost as instinctively knowing what was coming next. Soon after he was upon her, nibbling along her spine which ultimately caused a soft purr to rise from her throat. She knew all too well the ritual for their breed when it came to mating. Though she didn't participate in it herself, (as this was her first time coming into season and thus her first time mating in general) she had managed to stumble upon others in the process. It was rough and often vigorous. But it was them, as wolverines, who could take such violent mating behaviors. It was what made them stronger as species and thus made it all the more worth while in the end.
With a final shake of her body, Nytierre ducked her head down and focused forward. She wasn't focusing on anything but the pain that was soon to come. And then it came. The pain was sharp at the first entry and thus caused an unexpected grunt to rise in her throat. She gritted her teeth and flattened her ears, almost as if trying to cope with it. She knew eventually that it would be over and thus managed to begin to thinking of.. happier things. She chuckled at the way that he was acting, as if he hadn't done anything like that before. Perhaps he didn't? It sure as hell was her first time so in a sense, she was in no place to judge.
Deep in her mind she wondered if it would get better. Perhaps more.. pleasurable? It depended on the male, she supposed. How funny though. She didn't even know the male's name and she was already having life-altering sex with him. No matter, he was cute. And probably a damn good fighter. Nonetheless, only time would tell if he proved to be a good mate.