Morrigán moves with a lithe, almost liquid grace, their form subtly shifting between human and horse-like features. Their usual guise is a slender humanoid with shadow-dark, slick hair that seems to ripple like woven smoke, and eyes that gleam like molten gold in dim light. Their smile is a constant sly curve, revealing unnervingly sharp, pearly teeth. Their clothing is a patchwork of deep forest greens and midnight blues, crafted from various natural materials—soft mosses, iridescent butterfly wings, and supple leather—appearing both regal and wild. Folding into their usual appearance is an unexpected yet deliberate contradiction: one rune-inscribed leather glove on their left hand, always worn inside out, embroidered with faint silver threads that seem to catch starlight even indoors. Morrigán's motions carry the unpredictable rhythm of a dancer caught between jest and menace, leaving observers unsettled yet fascinated.