note-I accidently started Morso's description on my account as COndor, please disregaurd that thread, and use this one.

Name: Morso

Age: 3

Gender: Brute

Pack: Loner

Position:

Appearance: His eyes are a dark blood red, things he has borne witness too have changed them to thus. His pelt is the color of a winter shadow, dark black and mysterious. Beneath this pelt are dark blood red speckles, showing through his coat when he moves. Mostly on his shoulders and hackles. But when the sun hit's him right, his entire body becomes flecked the bloody specks.

He is built firmly but slim. He's fast as the devil, possibly faster, and he can fight like a mad man. He resembles his mother in form and movement. A cat-like grace and sturdy form to work from. A scar winding from the corner of his right eye to the edge of his muzzle is the only marking besides the bloody flecks that show on his pelt. Many scars are hidden beneath his pelt, but this one was different because it was a burn. His skin was burnt severely and now the fur grows back a bright bleached white.

Personality: He is supremely cold hearted and merciless, having grown up in a pack where killing a packmate was a commendable practice. He holds no soft spot, no candle of good light within his soul. Killing a pup is the same as killing a fit wolf, same with elders. At least he has got manners, using his Lords and M'Ladys where they should be. A paranoia of all the wolves around him that he doesn't trust fuels a hyper active psyce. He is constantly on guard, and extremely observant because of it.

He was taught a warped sense of loyalty and ways of gaining trust, time in the real world has changed these veiws subtley but not enough to consider him completely 'sane'. Of these veiws, his mot disturbing is his deadly sense of efficeny. A broken leg is enough means to kill a wolf, especially if they are very old or very young. Taught to eliminate the weak or powerless or crippled. Tell him to kill and he'll strike with no mercy upon his best friend (if he had one), tell him to fight and he'll fight like his life dependd on the outcome.

History: Stolen away as a very young pup, when his innocence was still prominent, and bonds with his mother were just beggining to form. Kiowa had already left Condor, so he knew nothing of his father except what little his mother had told him. He had been stolen with the intent of sacrifice, but the alphess took a liking to his spirit and spared his life.

Now do not assume his life became story book, with the alphess taking him in as her own and all that fiction crap you read these days. No, she stuck him on his own, just barely able to hunt and feed himself. If he lived, he lived. If he died more food for her pack.

Despite the odds against him, Morso survived, and flourished within the evil pack. He was taught to fight by constant beatings by the other members of the pack, and he was taught to hate by the alphess herself. She told him stories of wolves she had killed. All truly kind and nice woles on the outside, but her twistedly paranoid mind gave her reasons that they were meant to die in pain and agony. She taught this paranoia to Morso, and she taught him to kill with no mercy, and to torture with less.

Nearing the age of three, a serious brawl with a tresspasser of his pack occured. The loner killed the border patroler, and was ordered to death by the alphess. But the red lupine would not accept that fate so easily, killing many, and injuring more, Morso's father Condor enraged the alphess. She sent Morso, her best fighter at the time, to kill the intruder. Morso moved out to obey his alphess orders, for at the time he held the rank of Cheif Warrior.

When he happened upon the red wolven, he took an instant dislike of him. He stood to tall for a loner, and his eyes were disturbing in a hatefull way. Morso attacked the loner, and a battle insued. Condor had Morso pinned by the throat after a strenous hour. "Tell me why I shouldn't leave you to die like the others you pathetic excuse for a wolf." he had asked. Morso, cold and unafraid responded. "Because I have to tell Kiowa that I'm alive." he very rarely reffered to Kiowa as his mother, and it was lucky for him that he didn't. For if Condor hadn't heard that name, he would have wound up killing his son.

Condor questioned Morso on a multitude of things, his age, description of his mother, where he had been born, and so on. Condor came to the conclusion that his first assumption was correct, this firey demon of a wolven was his son. His and Kiowa's son. "I can find your mother," he said simply and turned away, Morso soon to follow. He did not even look back at the pack that had been his home for ihs entired life. He had never considered them his family, or even his equals, it was only because he wanted to live to his mother again that he obeyed his alphess.

Again, Morso's life did not go story book. He developed a hatred for Condor and his ways. He was sneaky and at times much to mercifull, and Morso longed for the company of his mother that he once knew. He followed only because he knew Condor would find her, for he had been to young to have memorized her scent. And thus he arrived at SotW, Condor had dashed off to find Kiowa, leaving Morso behind. Morso thoroughly hoped that the lupine was killed in the process, but if he did not. He'd simply kill him once he delivered the news of his mothers whereabouts.

ooc-will finish later

Finished ;D