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
As he was cooking Moya looked around the place was amazing. She looked thru all the stuff. "So what how did you come to be a member of the pack of outcasts?" she asks still looking at the collection. "Or do you want to hear mine first?"
Tarkas watched as his student ran off in some hungry mindset. Knowldge really did come last here doesnt it...at least Yerrka pack was interested in what he had to say.
New wolf was first on his mind though. He was hiding something sinister....
New wolf was first on his mind though. He was hiding something sinister....
The big wolf noticed Tarkas was studying him. He stared back then at the deer. grabbed a piece of meat and took it to Tarkas. He then laid it down at the door nudged it to him and went back to where he was sitting.
---Moya---
"Oh..., a few months ago the alpha of our clan became to insane with power. He got in control and did not want to let go. it got to the point of we had to watch him eat and get what's left. there was a pup he killed because it crossed his "walk space" my brother challenged him. And died. My father, the one who taught me the song, he challenged him. My dad killed the alpha, but later died of his wounds. so they appointed the alphas son. I left after that." she said now waiting.
---Moya---
"Oh..., a few months ago the alpha of our clan became to insane with power. He got in control and did not want to let go. it got to the point of we had to watch him eat and get what's left. there was a pup he killed because it crossed his "walk space" my brother challenged him. And died. My father, the one who taught me the song, he challenged him. My dad killed the alpha, but later died of his wounds. so they appointed the alphas son. I left after that." she said now waiting.
"Seems like we have had a crappy life the past few years for us hm..?" She looked into the fire. "I wonder when it will be safe for the pups." She looked outside the door and to the pups eating the deer with the huge wolf standing over them as if a guardian. "Do you trust him?" she asked referring to the brown wolf. "Or do you think its a trap?"
"Yea thats fine." she said distracted. she looked to the floor. her face was that of worry. Moya looked up at Markov. "Where do you think we'll be a week from now?"
"hmmm....."she then drifts off to think. "I don't know. Theres 50 of them and 14 of us. and then the pups......" she stopped herself. "Lets not talk about that." she looked at her 'plate' and said with a smile "Lets eat."
She blushed "Umm.... I..... uhh..... think i will......." Thats it! She was sick of being shy. She was afraid of the answers that she gave and she lived her entire life afraid of what other will say. That ends now. "I'll stay in here. Whatever works for you." she said with a smile. still blushing. she walks over and lays down next to him and begins to hum her melody
The brown male wolf watched as his hunt was picked apart roasted and eaten raw. he smiled at the site. when the crowd cleared he went out side and came back in this time dragging a box filled with snow. he put what was left in there.
The brown male wolf watched as his hunt was picked apart roasted and eaten raw. he smiled at the site. when the crowd cleared he went out side and came back in this time dragging a box filled with snow. he put what was left in there.
The alpha looks peeks his head into the den where Markov and Moya was sleeping. he walked over and nudged Markov to wake him up. "Kid, hey kid we need to talk." he said softly.
"Come with me." he walks out of the den and across the falls to Tarkas'. The brown wolf was asleep next to the falls. He entered Tarkas' den. "Can you two do a favor for the pack?"
"The brown wolf has me worried. I need you Tarkas to keep tabs on him, and you Markov to go scouting with me to see if any Mosias are out there." he says quietly and looks out to see if the brown wolf heard. "We need to do this fast Markov but we need to do it right. I can understand if you say no, but for this time only it is not a request but an order. We have people we love here that we can't let down."
"Youre acting like ive never monitered before. Sure. ill do it" Tarkas said while he grabbed his quill.
"Thank you Tarkas. And im sorry Markov I will be out there as well. Hell my mate has no idea I'm doing this. But i have a bad feeling."
"Well when you're sleeping with her what else am I supposed to call her, a 'friend with benefits'. Ha Ha Ha. Lets go." he says heading out of the den. "Lets go before your 'mate' wakes up." trotting out of the cave with a smile on his face.
He peeked his head back into the cave just before Markov could come out. "I'm 'not' smiling and she's 'not' your mate." he turns back around into the woods. it was snowing again and below freezing.
"Anything..." His voice no longer playful. "...wolf tracks new wolf smells. Most of all, Mosias. we need to split up. to cover more ground." he says as he sprints off. Leaving you in the snow. It was night time. there was no new smells but there were some tracks leading away from where Mordus went. they were smaller than the Brown wolfs.
After around 10 mins Markov gets the smell of a wolf. It was not a pack wolf it was a stranger. Were Markov was it was still snowing but there was no sound other than the sound of his own breath and footsteps. There was no wind.
The smell was blood. The tracks became bloody. then there were more tracks then more blood. There was a fight here. The blood trail lead to a White female wolf, she was dead. at least for an hour now. and near her corpses were pups. They were killed by what killed the female. This was the work of a Mosia. they are known as ruthless but this was a whole new scale. The blood covered the walls. This wolf had to be a big one. There was some fur left over from the attacker. It was black. This was a sad find. The mosias were no longer killing just the outcasts, but also who ever crossed them. This was only a 10 min walk from the cave