The Mark
"i knew that his mark could summon because i've met someone already that had a similar mark. but this wolf's mark is just confusing...maybe i'll find out in the morning..." the lion thought and gave up tired of the day.
The Markings
His uniform was concealing his orange and white fur with black tiger like stripes while as his scarf was hiding the unusual marking on his neck he had noticed in gym class while changing that no one else had the same kind of markings.
Mark
mark's tail stared wagging slowly. "no charge of course." added mikey. mark's excited wagging tail nearly killed the coffee pot.
The Mark
"because you are marked. a werewolf sees the mark of the prey on his next victim. i see it as a bloodstain, bite or claw mark that hasn't happened yet. if i don't kill you by choice, fate intervenes, and i kill you out of hunger.
Mark
#38 of miscellaneous a tragic tale mark - a tragic tale by ilbv mark was a good guy. people liked mark.
Mark
The dog was noticeably shorter than mark, probably 5 or 6 inches, but had been working out longer than mark and had a better build than the wolf did. mark's eyes took in the sight, seeing him for the first time without his workout clothes on.
Marked
#1 of the raunchy couple (ws/marking/musk themes) myles and tony really know how to get it on.
Marked for Death
Sometimes things don't go the way you planned. Like when you get to work late because you thought you'd beat traffic. Or when that psycho killer neighbor from across the street you planned to expose turns out to be a nice fella who means...
Mark of Loyalty
Her size was formidable, yet her form bore hidden marks of wear from enduring countless problems and stressful situations. marks she learned to hide well from her subordinates during her rule, yet could be seen through by those she allowed close.
Luna's Marks
He closed more tightly, just barely piercing the skin before releasing it again, his tongue running over the light wounds which now marked her as his. there was only one thing left to do.
Meerkat Marking
Timon was humming to himself as he was deep in a thick clump of bushes, hunting for beetles. They were thick-shelled, crunchy kind that he really liked. He reached for them, grabbing hold before they could unfurl their wings and flutter away. Crunching...
Mark of the Forest
Once the decision was made the leaves of the forest began to rustle and carry a whisper, "our marked has been chosen."