Morrigna (animal)
Wherever there is death, there is a Morrigna. Cloaked in midnight feathers and fronted by a skeletal visage of bone and skin-piercing eyes, a Morrigna's appearance is a testament to death's inevitably, their cries like the tormented souls of the dead. So insatiable is a Morrigna's appetite for the dead that it is common Malcoisiac to bury bodies with thick layers of herbs and scents masking the smell of decay and preventing exhumation by their bone-white beaks. However, on its own a Morrigna serves no great threat instead coalescing into thick brooding clouds appearing like a singular death obsessed consciousness able to remove every morsel of flesh and bone in one swoop.
Wherever there is death, there is a Morrigna. A fact worth remembering when hunting for one these winged fiend, a single waft of decay enough to alert a whole flock. And so we haul some old, rotten mare with us into the forest and wait, the day becoming night and the blissful chirps of birdlife falling into deathly silence. At first it is only the usual culprits which appear, rats, foxes and a whole host of insects; but just when that old Malcoisiac saying seems to have failed us, we hear it, the unmistakable cry of a Morrigna in all its horror.