Backstory
In another life, Morrigan was once a common fox living in a forest that bordered a small, out of the way village made by man- and that had sat there among the trees and through rich summers, and harsh winters, for many a year. Several miles from this village sits an old, and ancient cemetery, with headstones dotted among the trees and the sprawling clearings made by human hand- and circled by low stacked stone walls that nearly bleed into the wood around it.
Morrigan lived easily in the wood, avoiding humans at every turn and evading their hunts. She was clever and wily, and though she was larger than her kin- she was quick, and light of foot with a real talent of traversing the night. She was unbothered by man and animal alike, and little would trifle with her willingly- she avoided all she could and lived life in relative ease…. Until halfway through Morrigan’s life, there came a particularly bad winter where she could not find enough food, and both animal and human bent under the wrath of the cold. Many humans died that year, and so did many of the woodland creatures. The humans trudged their way through the ice and the snow on a near daily basis to their home of graves in order to bury their dead, but the ground was frozen near solid. They could not dig deep enough, and the shallow graves made perfect opportunity for Morrigan to sustain herself through the cold, where so many other animals starved and withered away to nothing.
She did well, and survived through digging up the corpses for many weeks- but the humans were not unaware their dead were being disturbed, and they grew more and more fervent in their attempts to stop whatever looter the winter-winds had trudged up.
The long and harsh months had taken their toll on Morrigan, despite being able to find food- and what talent she had once had for evading man failed her one night. She found herself cornered in a dark, decrepit corner of the cemetery by humans with strange tools, and weapons, and fire. They put an end to her grave-robbing, but it was a slow and painful fade away into oblivion…. And there is little she really recalls after that, and before she awoke in her new life as an Esk.
Morrigan lived easily in the wood, avoiding humans at every turn and evading their hunts. She was clever and wily, and though she was larger than her kin- she was quick, and light of foot with a real talent of traversing the night. She was unbothered by man and animal alike, and little would trifle with her willingly- she avoided all she could and lived life in relative ease…. Until halfway through Morrigan’s life, there came a particularly bad winter where she could not find enough food, and both animal and human bent under the wrath of the cold. Many humans died that year, and so did many of the woodland creatures. The humans trudged their way through the ice and the snow on a near daily basis to their home of graves in order to bury their dead, but the ground was frozen near solid. They could not dig deep enough, and the shallow graves made perfect opportunity for Morrigan to sustain herself through the cold, where so many other animals starved and withered away to nothing.
She did well, and survived through digging up the corpses for many weeks- but the humans were not unaware their dead were being disturbed, and they grew more and more fervent in their attempts to stop whatever looter the winter-winds had trudged up.
The long and harsh months had taken their toll on Morrigan, despite being able to find food- and what talent she had once had for evading man failed her one night. She found herself cornered in a dark, decrepit corner of the cemetery by humans with strange tools, and weapons, and fire. They put an end to her grave-robbing, but it was a slow and painful fade away into oblivion…. And there is little she really recalls after that, and before she awoke in her new life as an Esk.
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