Morvran was borne unto this world far less than perfect; a figure of dread, clad in black and covered in hair, as of a wild beast. The fear that this sorry apparition inspired forced the boy inside (both figuratively and literally), where his malice and anguish grew and screaming caused his voice to grow hoarse and unpleasant. Somewhere after the end of the worlds, an accomplice was met and since the latter part of the first decade of this present century Morvran has suffered the prescence of Myrddin Wyllt, a neccessary evil and constant reminder of our terminal mortality.
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