Gender:male
Age: teen
Fur color: black
Eye color: blue
Scars: none
Markings: none
Bio: Markov was the old leader of a pack Triton. after he beat his tyrant father for dominance. after that his brother Mac betrayed him and exiled him from the pack
Class: Soldier
Likes: humor, history of humans.
Dislikes: his brother mac
Personality: no nonsense, wants to learn, doesn't believe in magic, loves pups, constent nightmares
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Markov
Betrayed, exiled, what can possibly go wrong
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The Land of Mojalge
a character in “The Wolves of Mojalge”, as played by deathdisciple
Description
So begins...
Markov's Story
Tarkas, who had escape isolation with his contraption, followed them. He saw Anestia attacked by the alpha (a very familiar one) and decided to take action. He thought back to whe he killed the other Alpha with the contraption, and remembered how to use it.
Tarkas threw it to the ground and it breathed fire and spit metal. The large shard tore through the alpha's chest, piercing his heart and opening his back as it exited him. The Alpha whimpered then hit the ground as the loud bang faded. The shot was only inches away from Moya.
Tarkas threw it to the ground and it breathed fire and spit metal. The large shard tore through the alpha's chest, piercing his heart and opening his back as it exited him. The Alpha whimpered then hit the ground as the loud bang faded. The shot was only inches away from Moya.
Moya Followed covered in blood too. She sat by the falls. "No you didn't." she looked Anestia in the eye "You don't kill a monster you destroy it. it was apart of Mosia's burn the worst of the worst. they have different packs that was the leader of the scouting pack. But it wasn't you." she looked over to Tarkas. "How did you do that?"
Azalea whimpers as they com near her. "Stay away...Why wont you guys leave me alone!" she asked them softly. A certain scent caught her nose and she smiles and sniffed around them. "It smells like chocolate....and forest grass" She comments before snapping back into herself. "Go away" she couldn't help but to wonder who the scent came from. The smell was addicting and she wanted to smell it more.
"Its called a rifle...it was made to hunt us by the tall ones." Tarkas said while throwing it onto his back. "Your welcome..." he said while walking in the direction of the den.
"I'll give you lessons tommorrow" Tarkas said sarcasticly. "I just put a hole in an alpha. there's a reason only i can use it." he said while still not looking at him. "Come by tommorrow and i'll tell you about it...if i feel like it." Tarkas finally rentered the den with Moya and Markov still trailing him.
Anestia cried hard shaking. The girl ws really scaring her now. She didn't really know what she did to the girl. She slowly backed eaway into the corner and cried to herself. She decided to pull up her shirt showing the large scar on her back. She had gotten it from her previous pack. "this is why" She says in tears before pulling it back down.
With her head down she started to walk out. "Im sorry I didn't mean to yell...." she looks to the pups "....they are cute and lucky to have you." she walked to her own den. she laid down and hummed until she fell asleep.
-----Morning-----
-----Morning-----
The alpha came down the steps and to Markov "Good morning I need help. We are out of food. I would go out there but you just don't go out there alone." He looked around "We need a lot and i need help getting it from wherever to here. it might take a few days." now looking back to Markov. "the kids need it and I will die to feed them. Worst yet we will be in Mosia's burn territory. What do you say?"
Tarkas was pacing around his den. Isolated...again. He was observing the rock in his chamber. Basic geologic measurments like thickness, type and basement materials.
He wished he could teach. He was looking forward to teaching Markov, it just saddened him to know that the pups will only know about what overdramatized stories Markov told them. He wished he was good with pups
But what pup likes an insane braniac? yeah, none.
He wished he could teach. He was looking forward to teaching Markov, it just saddened him to know that the pups will only know about what overdramatized stories Markov told them. He wished he was good with pups
But what pup likes an insane braniac? yeah, none.
Tarkas was pacing around his den. Isolated...again. He was observing the rock in his chamber. Basic geologic measurments like thickness, type and basement materials.
He wished he could teach. He was looking forward to teaching Markov, it just saddened him to know that the pups will only know about what overdramatized stories Markov told them. He wished he was good with pups
But what pup likes an insane braniac? yeah, none.
He wished he could teach. He was looking forward to teaching Markov, it just saddened him to know that the pups will only know about what overdramatized stories Markov told them. He wished he was good with pups
But what pup likes an insane braniac? yeah, none.
"Ha ha don't worry kid. but we will need more than just us. Im going to go say bye to my mate. and you can go get yours." He walks of to his den.
"I said i teach you about the rifle not let you use it." Tarkas said while removing it from the shelf "I dont want you accidently shooting another wolf, or yourself..."
Tarkas set it onto a small rock slab "Now where do we begin..."
Tarkas set it onto a small rock slab "Now where do we begin..."
"You dont hold it. there are mechanism that, when shaken, fire the rifle." He said pointing to the barrel "So you throw it to the ground with that end pointed at what you want to hit."
A odd smell entered the cave. It was a wolf about the size of the one that attacked attacked Anesthe If not bigger. He was a soft brown. No markings. No scars. In his Mouth was a deer. It was a big dear. But you could not smell it. All you could smell was the wolf. He smelled of roses. He drags the carcase to the falls and lays it next to it. he then walks away from it as if gifting it.
The alpha came out of his home to see the deer near the falls. Looking to Markov he said "Did you go hunting without me?" Before a response could come the wolf was back with another deer. This one a little bigger than the first. He places it next to the other. This time he backs up out of the way for the pack to eat.
The alpha walked to the deer he looked at it sniffed it he licked it then took a nibble. he looked at it wide eyed. then took a bigger bite. he looked to the pack then looked down. "This is a rare find. this deer may look big but it has no fat. It's so rare because it has no smell so it can hide itself." He looks up to the wolf "How?"
((ooc: the wolf that brought the food is Way taller than the Alpha of the pack))
((ooc: the wolf that brought the food is Way taller than the Alpha of the pack))
"trust me if he wanted to kill us he probably would have. Go ahead This will last days." he looked to the brown wolf "Thank you."
The brown wolf nodded. Alpha took 2 mids and went back to his den. The brown wolf sat there. looking around. Some of the wolves thanking him. Saying stuff like "You have no idea how much you helped." "Thank you" and "Thanks to you I can feed my pups." He nodded at them all as if to say "Your welcome." He sat there and watched as he made the pack happy.
The brown wolf nodded. Alpha took 2 mids and went back to his den. The brown wolf sat there. looking around. Some of the wolves thanking him. Saying stuff like "You have no idea how much you helped." "Thank you" and "Thanks to you I can feed my pups." He nodded at them all as if to say "Your welcome." He sat there and watched as he made the pack happy.
Moya turned around "Hm...." she looks like she just woke up from a nap. "she stood up and stretched "Hi Markov. what you got there?"