Morrigan Hound

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In Character

Male 21 Jun 2011
C. l. occidentalis (Mackenzie Valley Wolf) x C. l. familiaris (Welsh Hound) Ortus
True to his mixed heritage, Morrigan the Hound looks neither like a dog nor a wolf. His hybrid status is glaringly obvious. Domestication defines his facial features. Rectangular muzzle, shaggy countenance, and earnest chestnut eyes meet a stranger upon first impressions. Large ears, composed of semi-soft cartilage capable of erecting themselves when something is worth listening to, often flap against the wind and fold at half mast when relaxed. Tall, toned, and inherently masculine in all aspects. Primarily white and platinum-silver hairs cover his body, polluted only by dark specking throughout his mane and back, and a brown-black patch on the right side of his face which encases the eye and ear. Partial to his optime form, Morrigan will scarce be seen on four paws. In terms of accessories and clothing, he generally wears a battered pair of khaki work pants and a thick red flannel. During the winter months, he sports a sheepskin coat. Seldom the first to speak and hard-pressed to offer unnecessary information about himself, his voice has become rough, hoarse, and quiet. That being said, he has a capacity for shouting and violence if properly riled up, and he tends to wear passionate emotions on his sleeve (especially true of anger, hatred, or fear). As aforementioned, Morrigan is more adept to listening than he is to talking. He makes most decisions after careful calculation, and has been known to act rashly when forced to think on his feet. He wears silence well, for he appears neither menacing nor dimwitted when he holds his tongue. His Welsh Hound ancestry afforded him a set of physical qualities that inspire trust and convey a gentle, perhaps even boyish demeanor. A quiet but well-spoken man, a skilled hunter who does his part and keeps his head down, a solid and stable pack mate. Those engaged in trite, routine interactions with Morrigan that amount to no more than small talk may agree with such statements. On the flip side, those who the Hound has learned to trust often become privy to his darker nature, a consequence of prolonged exposure to raw, unadulterated Morrigan. He is prone to temper flares, jealousy, power plays, verbal and physical challenges, and even violence. Many a cheeky subordinate, irascible stranger, or unfortunate lover have fallen victim to the wrath of Morrigan Hound. Likewise, he is loyal as a dog, and if an authority figure manages to earn his trust, they may be able to harness the hybrid's passionate energy and funnel it into something positive--or negative, depending on the individual.
It is impossible to tell the story of Morrigan without briefly discussing his family history. When the disease first broke out in the late eighties, roughly four generations ago, a hunter's hounds escaped the homestead they were born and bred in. The humans had all perished, even the youngest of the Master's sons, and the family's trio of foxhounds were forced to fend for themselves in a new world in which they are the dominant breed. The three Welsh Hounds--two brothers and a sister--survived for months on their own. The disease changed them, and soon the two males harnessed their new found power of shape shifting. The sister, however, fell victim to the wild before she could control her powers, prompting the brothers to seek refuge in one of the rag-tag packs of hunting dogs forming in the Canadian wild. Time went on and the weak were weeded out, and the remaining canines decided cross-breeding with wolves was their best chance at survival. Thus, the pack was merged with a struggling group of wolves at the earliest chance, and breeding ensued to produce a line of wolfdog hybrids. Though the offspring of these first ancestors were equal parts wolf and dog, they took on a common surname--Hound. Since the majority of the dogs were scent and sight hounds, the ensuing generations were adept hunters, both in skill and natural ability. Hounds are not only experienced trackers and masters of the senses, but for years they have dabbled in weapons and tools used for the hunt. Morrigan is no exception to this, and has worked hard throughout his life to hone his natural gifts and talents. He has spent countless hours perfecting his performance with the bow and arrow, throwing spear, and hunting knife--he is prideful of his expertise and past successes. Despite intensive training his entire life, Morrigan was taught to embrace a philosophy of constant growth, thus always seeks to expand his knowledge by learning from others.

Loyal to the death, Hounds pride themselves on putting the family first. Thus, there would be no plausible reason for Morrigan to leave his birth pack of his own free will. He'll tell you it was customary for young men in the prime of their life to seek out a new home, carve out a place for their selves and their families in the world, spread the Hound bloodline far and wide. It's likely no one will ever know the truth of his vicious banishment, the beating he caught as he was chased off the territory, and the relentless persecution he dodged for weeks after that. Yes, he'd be a fool to tell anyone that he killed his intended, his sharp and shrewd bride-to-be, on the eve of their mating ceremony--slit her throat and left her on the stone altar to be discovered the following morning. The motives of this brutal murder were never brought to light, though whispers and rumors circulate the pack who once knew him.