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Description

Name: Morgur
Age: Adult (6 years)
Sex: Male
Height and Weight: 82cm & 41kg
Scars and Deformities: The right side of his face is horribly scarred in four lines from a bear. His right eye is missing. His left foreleg is crippled and useless, muscles wasted away from the severe injuries he sustained from the bear attack, and he holds it close to his chest.
Scent: Leaf mold, dusty bones, the sea
Voice: Deep, gruff, soft
Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous - The Rowan

Familiar: Ghostly Raven (Halloween Event Item)

Territory: Taika
Rank: Akis

Abilities: Wisp Weaver (stage 1)
Pureblood: Descendant of Khepera

Personality:
.Quiet. Gentle. Slow to anger. Reserved. Aloof. Spiritual. Fierce. Eccentric.

Morgur is a quiet, gentle wolf. Though he, at one time, had wanted to prove his worth, being struck down by fate (rather severely) put him back in his place. He has since been more cautious, and listens to the island. It speaks to all of them all the time, every day, if only they would listen. He is spiritual, believing deeply in the voice of the island.

Although he is loyal to his mortal companions that walk this red path that is life, Morgur’s true loyalties lie always with the island, and this does not always sit well with those that struggle to choose their own path. He is patient, and strangely attuned to the natural world around him, and, much to the frustration of others, waits for the island to tell him what to do next. In the meantime, he cares little what the wolves around him do, though he wishes they would all pay a little more attention to the island instead of their own mortal squabbles.

It takes a great deal to make this male angry, but when something finally does wake his ire, it’s explosive and terrifying. Generally, or threatening those he cares deeply for, can wake this volatile side of the usually kind-hearted and gentle male.

HISTORY

A single, perfect child to his proud parents, Morgur can trace his lineage, unbroken, all the way back to Khepera, one of the three Elders that united the warring clans of Almos. His parents seemed particularly proud of this (especially his mother, whose lineage was so pure), and filled young Morgur’s head with these old tales.

As a juvenile, Morgur wandered too close to a bear cub. It had been a dare, and he hadn’t wanted to seem a coward, and nipping the fur of a bear cub didn’t seem so bad. However, facing the rage of the mother was unexpected. He should have seen it, but he didn’t, and he didn’t see it until it was too late. He had been saved by his own parents; dragged off by his father while his mother flew with fury equal to the mother bear’s.

While he recovered from being mauled by a bear, the dark wolf grew close with the spirits of the island. Between his near death experience, fever as his body fought infection, and the concoctions the healers fed him, his mind had been full of strange visions.

After that experience, Morgur changed. He grew reserved, and he withdrew within himself, often staring off into the deep forests or out at the ocean for hours without moving a muscle. It became accepted that his brain had been damaged in the bear attack, for his strangeness was hard to ignore. To ask him what he was doing would either be met with silence, or strange mumblings that he was listening to the island.

It was during one of those strange moments when Morgur met the white raven. It flew down out of the sky like messenger from the spirit world (which is exactly what he took it for). The bird pulled at his ears, his tail, his fur, and at first annoyed the dark wolf a great deal. After a time, however, Morgur realized that the bird had shoved itself into his life for a reason. Perhaps it was his spirit teacher, and he began to study the bird more, realizing that it seemed to chastise him when he was taking life too seriously, among other things.

Morgur was not the most popular wolf among his peers, but one wolf in particular had been his friend during the ordeal; Malaysia. She had stayed his friend throughout his mauling, healing, and even when he withdrew from society. Perhaps that was when they truly grew close. Both were drawn to the spirits, to magic, to the will of the island, and she was the only wolf that Morgur felt wholly at ease around to let down his guard and speak what he truly thought. However, time changes all things, and the path of the two wolves would not be the same.

Morgur felt very little when Osiris became alpha. Pieces of this puzzle that was life fell into place as they were. Another wolf that had a distaste for magic, and Morgur remained isolated as he could within the pack. He collected the bones of various island creatures, placing them in and around his den in Ithunnwood near Magellen Brook.

It might have been expected that a wolf like Morgur would join forces with Malaysia, but her way was not the right way, not in his eyes. She had a gift, she could hear the voice of the island, see the spirits, but she was consumed with her own hunger for power. Morgur had no such ambitions. He held no malice in his heart for Malaysia, not then, nor currently. She was doing what she thought was right, even if her motives were selfish.

He did not watch the humans land on the shore, nor did he see it, but Morgur and his raven travelled to the shore days later to see the carnage. He had sniffed about the human corpses that were left, and turned his head to the north. His one eye, a pale moon-yellow, stared for a long time. Then he sat, shut his eyes, and began to mediate. The island was awake at last.

TRIVIA

Fears and reveres the bear. Though the creature nearly killed him, he thanks it for opening his mind, and showing him his true path.
An albino raven is his closest companion.

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Description

Name: Morgur
Age: Adult (6 years)
Sex: Male
Height and Weight: 82cm & 41kg
Scars and Deformities: The right side of his face is horribly scarred in four lines from a bear. His right eye is missing. His left foreleg is crippled and useless, muscles wasted away from the severe injuries he sustained from the bear attack, and he holds it close to his chest.
Scent: Leaf mold, dusty bones, the sea
Voice: Deep, gruff, soft
Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous - The Rowan

Familiar: Ghostly Raven (Halloween Event Item)

Territory: Taika
Rank: Akis

Abilities: Wisp Weaver (stage 1)
Pureblood: Descendant of Khepera

Personality:
.Quiet. Gentle. Slow to anger. Reserved. Aloof. Spiritual. Fierce. Eccentric.

Morgur is a quiet, gentle wolf. Though he, at one time, had wanted to prove his worth, being struck down by fate (rather severely) put him back in his place. He has since been more cautious, and listens to the island. It speaks to all of them all the time, every day, if only they would listen. He is spiritual, believing deeply in the voice of the island.

Although he is loyal to his mortal companions that walk this red path that is life, Morgur’s true loyalties lie always with the island, and this does not always sit well with those that struggle to choose their own path. He is patient, and strangely attuned to the natural world around him, and, much to the frustration of others, waits for the island to tell him what to do next. In the meantime, he cares little what the wolves around him do, though he wishes they would all pay a little more attention to the island instead of their own mortal squabbles.

It takes a great deal to make this male angry, but when something finally does wake his ire, it’s explosive and terrifying. Generally, or threatening those he cares deeply for, can wake this volatile side of the usually kind-hearted and gentle male.

HISTORY

A single, perfect child to his proud parents, Morgur can trace his lineage, unbroken, all the way back to Khepera, one of the three Elders that united the warring clans of Almos. His parents seemed particularly proud of this (especially his mother, whose lineage was so pure), and filled young Morgur’s head with these old tales.

As a juvenile, Morgur wandered too close to a bear cub. It had been a dare, and he hadn’t wanted to seem a coward, and nipping the fur of a bear cub didn’t seem so bad. However, facing the rage of the mother was unexpected. He should have seen it, but he didn’t, and he didn’t see it until it was too late. He had been saved by his own parents; dragged off by his father while his mother flew with fury equal to the mother bear’s.

While he recovered from being mauled by a bear, the dark wolf grew close with the spirits of the island. Between his near death experience, fever as his body fought infection, and the concoctions the healers fed him, his mind had been full of strange visions.

After that experience, Morgur changed. He grew reserved, and he withdrew within himself, often staring off into the deep forests or out at the ocean for hours without moving a muscle. It became accepted that his brain had been damaged in the bear attack, for his strangeness was hard to ignore. To ask him what he was doing would either be met with silence, or strange mumblings that he was listening to the island.

It was during one of those strange moments when Morgur met the white raven. It flew down out of the sky like messenger from the spirit world (which is exactly what he took it for). The bird pulled at his ears, his tail, his fur, and at first annoyed the dark wolf a great deal. After a time, however, Morgur realized that the bird had shoved itself into his life for a reason. Perhaps it was his spirit teacher, and he began to study the bird more, realizing that it seemed to chastise him when he was taking life too seriously, among other things.

Morgur was not the most popular wolf among his peers, but one wolf in particular had been his friend during the ordeal; Malaysia. She had stayed his friend throughout his mauling, healing, and even when he withdrew from society. Perhaps that was when they truly grew close. Both were drawn to the spirits, to magic, to the will of the island, and she was the only wolf that Morgur felt wholly at ease around to let down his guard and speak what he truly thought. However, time changes all things, and the path of the two wolves would not be the same.

Morgur felt very little when Osiris became alpha. Pieces of this puzzle that was life fell into place as they were. Another wolf that had a distaste for magic, and Morgur remained isolated as he could within the pack. He collected the bones of various island creatures, placing them in and around his den in Ithunnwood near Magellen Brook.

It might have been expected that a wolf like Morgur would join forces with Malaysia, but her way was not the right way, not in his eyes. She had a gift, she could hear the voice of the island, see the spirits, but she was consumed with her own hunger for power. Morgur had no such ambitions. He held no malice in his heart for Malaysia, not then, nor currently. She was doing what she thought was right, even if her motives were selfish.

He did not watch the humans land on the shore, nor did he see it, but Morgur and his raven travelled to the shore days later to see the carnage. He had sniffed about the human corpses that were left, and turned his head to the north. His one eye, a pale moon-yellow, stared for a long time. Then he sat, shut his eyes, and began to mediate. The island was awake at last.

TRIVIA

Fears and reveres the bear. Though the creature nearly killed him, he thanks it for opening his mind, and showing him his true path.
An albino raven is his closest companion.

OOC
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