#rw scav

[scav-gifs-daily]

IDs - 348003 (red), -367088 (orange), -273518 (white), -295218 (light pink), -428862 (dark pink)

since i'm the one doing stuff here for a bit whole bagels is busy, here's a lesbian scav flag for you all

[failed-inspection]

Day 25, Elite Scavenger!

Decided to do a more jokey one for the fun of it, shout out to Elite scavenger ID 3832 for certainly being an elite scavenger that exists

[ask-the-pioneer]

"Hello, guest. Sleeping cell ready. Come, follow, please".

Marbles looks up, half asleep. All the scav pups are already gone, probably taken away by their parents. Now that everyone has gone away to hibernate, the shelter is almost silent. There are only a handful of guards around, walking lightly and keeping their quiet.

The tribe's head merchant has returned to pick Marbles up. They are ready to show her to the room where she'll will sleep this cycle. "Oh, about time…!" Marbles thinks to herself, yawning loudly. The hearty meal from earlier has only added to the drowsiness, and she is happy to finally get some rest.

The walk is not long, but the surrounding corridors turn eerily empty. Each step taken is accompanied by an echo, gently dissolving into the unlit hallways. The area seems to be further away from the main sleeping block, and Marbles wonders if this part of the shelter is unmanned on purpose.

"There, your place of rest" the teal scav points up towards a vertical row of openings, one of them marked with a square symbol. "If need anything, tell guards. Patrol route nearby, they will appear sometimes, easy to find". Marbles nods in understanding.

"Rest well, guest. Until next cycle" says the scavenger, bowing their head and tilting the horns, strings of pearls twinkling in the faint lantern light. They turn away and scurry off quickly, disappearing around the bend.

Marbles climbs up to her sleeping cell. It's spacious, tidy, a little cold. Dust lingers in the air, and it's obvious this space hasn't been used in a while. A spot prepared specifically for her, away from everyone else. Marbles sighs.

The scavengers can't be blamed - she is a stranger to them after all. A creature of her unusual skill is both to be respected and feared. Sleeping here in this dusty room is a reasonable safety precaution. Marbles counts her blessings. A lot of kindness has already been shown to her, with food and shelter.

"It is for the best..."

She takes off her bag, tucks it under her head, and falls into a deep, peaceful sleep.

[autistic-pebbles-au]

Crystal :))))))))))))))))))))))))

[ Just saw the nickname and that made my day :) ]

[thingaphobia]

Its nearly 3am, im sick af and Christmas is on the morrow…. But all i can think about is porl.

[batnip]

scavenger for you

ough thank you ... i lov them

[localceilingdevil]

what the heck... myths in the flesh. and chimes from hit tumblr user siffrin minx @skybristle ?!

was a bit hard to figure out the colors but alas, they do travel. do enjoy the up close images of them

fun fact. since her eyes are fucked up she can only really process chime's colors, which in turn keeps him safe from her spear as she thinks he is a scavenger !!

[xxivletxx]

SOME MORE RAIN WORLD (f)ART 💥💥💥 I am very glad you liked my designs! I would’ve done more but my iPad was gonna die

[secretlyscraptrap]

can yall tag me w some cool looking scavs? (not oc's)

i need ideas for. a thing

(just photos, i dont need id's)

[northern-coastal-group]

a very detailed scavenger!! just testing realistic styles

[s4ndg3m]

L4BYYY DRAW A SCAV AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

thanks for the free life BOOYAHH

[scav-gifs-daily]

ID : 4698

ID : 5301

ID : 5399

ID : 6215

ID : 6432

ID : 8935

ID : 9464

ID : 789665

can you tell i had a brief moment in which i made a *lot* of scavtop gifs. its not my fault it works so damn well

[failed-inspection]

Day 17, the chieftain achievement!

Ngl this was a really really fun excuse to draw scavengers, every scavenger here is a scavenger that exists in game!

[ask-the-pioneer]

"Oh, monna gi! I do not see many of your kind here, and I'm here from a neighboring settlement. My title is "The Chronicler", and I must record that you were here - among the many other things I must record. First off, what is your name, and second, where are you from, monna gi?"

Marbles stirs, woken up from her half-nap by an unfamiliar voice. Monna gi? She turns to the stranger as her own eyes readjust to the faintly lit shelter corridor.

A tall scavenger woman stands before her, wielding what appears to be a file of paper in one hand. A… ledger? The symbols on her forehead and the little flask tied to a belt suggest that she is a wandering scholar. The quality of the harness that she wears, as well as a string of big shiny pearls on the woman's neck make Marbles think she must be an important person. You do not often see scavengers don such expensive clothing.

Chronicler smiles and repeats her question to Marbles, who is still a bit disoriented. "Ah, I apologize for interrupting your nap, but I’d like to ask you a couple of questions before everyone goes to their sleeping cells for hibernation. May I know your name?"

Monna gi means "blue one" in Yoŋasabi, the native language of slugcats. Marbles is transfixed. Her familial name is Blue, but last time anyone has called her that… it was a very, very long time ago. Must be a coincidence, surely. Her own fur is of blue tint. The slugcat nods at Chronicler, letting her know the question was heard and accepted.

"Sorry, sorry. My name… Marbles. Maban. Like… how do I translate this into scav language? Small round stone, but shiny, see-through."

The Chronicler settles down and opens her ledger. "I see, I see. What a lovely name. What about your place of origin? Have you travelled far?" the scavenger's voice is gentle and warm, as if she's talking to an old friend. In the paper-filled folder there are rows upon rows of handwritten glyphs in a language Marbles does not fully recognise.

Truly, the odds of meeting two scavengers with even a rudimentary knowledge of scuglang is unheard of. Marbles blinks, trying to bring her distracted mind back to earth. She takes a minute before uttering "...I'm, I'm from here, actually. Came back to visit my old home".

"Oh, really?" Chronicler replies enthusiastically. "That's so sweet. But please be careful around these areas. There are a lot more vultures and lizards now. Many tribes have designated patrols to spot dangers and dispatch hunting teams. They are likely to stop you and question you, simply because this is strictly scavenger territory. The main routes are safe, though. You will know, because they are marked with white and blue glyphs. I would suggest sticking to the main roads for as long as you can" she finishes writing something down in her ledger, then scoops it up.

"Thank you kindly, mahin. This will do. Have a good rest tonight!"

// The Chronicler belongs to @kcdodger

[talia8pie]

My silly guy, Mr. beast (ID: 9608)

[becrysak]

this has to be one of my best drawings from a year ago, my comment to this reads:

"this silly scav i struck with like 3 spears and then pulled his lifeless body across the region, so i could pass through the karma gates. he is pretty!"