Saber Tooth Tiger Tattoo Novels & Stories

He smirked at her as he took another shot. "How do you know that?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "Your tattoo, BT, uses a kind of sign that looks like a dragon bringing out fire from its mouth, I've heard of it," he replied with a simple shrug. Sage was still narrowing her eyes as she looked around him. "I don't see any tattoos, where are you from?" "Let's say no where" he shrugged again. She just shook her head and took a tiny cup then gulped it. She took the second one and banged it on the table before standing up.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

Warren didn't expect the tiger to attack, but that's just what it did. It sunk it's fangs into Warren, but it didn't penetrate too deep, since Warren had a sturdy body. Where it bit Warren, a cursemark appeared. It had a Yin and Yang symbol. Warren could feel his strength leave his body and then the tiger started to transform into another legendary weapon. However, the weapon Warren had, didn't have a name. It was Warren's duty to let its name reach the heavens.

rubbing my head I see a mark on my arm. Laying my arm straight and focusing on it. The mark, is not a mark its a tattoo! The tattoo of a wolf head with red eyes and extra-long knife sharp k-9's. There is a design on the wolfs forehead and behind the head that reminds me of some kind of tribal design intricately woven in what looks like hair.

Igneel said, straight away getting to the point. He slowly raised his sharp gaze to look at Tobias who was looking at him with the same gaze. "Oh dear, so much hate." He said with a smirk on his face before sitting straight. "Do you know what's the difference between a tiger and a dragon's symbol? Dragons never existed and even if they did, they are gone now while tigers still hunt in the jungle for their prey." Tobias said with a smirk dancing on his evil face while Igneel on the other hand stared at him with a blank face but his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot. "You have a tattoo too?" Tessa's eyes are surprised by what she sees. Tribal tattoos are the most painful tattoos because of their intricate shapes and engravings. "You remember? I got a whipping when I was protecting you?" Hardin brings up the time Tessa was kidnapped. "I'm sorry I made you get the marks." Tessa's hand trembles as it touches Hardin's arm, even though the texture still feels like uneven skin.

Lean and muscular with a short shaggy mane like a lion's and a pair of massive elongated and curved bladelike canine teeth that extended from his upper jaw. In a short description, Jet aka Saber is a strange-looking wolf that has a mane like a lion. Saber is also very fast, the fastest out of the five of us. We always follow behind him anytime we go on a run, unless we are on official duty where they will naturally let me lead. I know today's own is because he knew I needed space for myself.

Their muscular bodies covered in thick fur would send a chill into the heart of someone who had never encountered them, but he would get to see one soon enough. "I genuinely hope we meet none in the forest, but you'll get some face-to-face time with one in the castle. Sasha is my pet and occasional hunting companion. I've raised her since she was a kit. She's a white Saber, striped like a Tiger but with much longer fangs and larger..." she knew Sabers were only native to their area, but she believed some Tigers lived in the deserts as well. They were at the very least less rare and would give him some point of reference.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?