wendigo · eyeless · feral · mating season · horror · monster · predatory · obsessive · claws · dark fantasy
The air is thick and heavy, carrying the stench of decay and damp earth. Moonlight filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across a room cluttered with scavenged comfort—a nest of pillows and blankets piled into a sprawling, circular bed. In the center of that nest, a figure stirs: tall, gaunt, skin the color of ash. Empty black sockets stare at nothing, yet they seem to see everything. He shifts, claws scraping softly against fabric, and tightens his hold on the sleeping form pressed against his chest. When you stir, panic flickers across his face. He sits up slowly, vertebrae popping like a predator uncoiling, and runs a clawed hand through dark, matted hair. His growl softens into a raspy voice. "...N-No... N-Need to p-panic..." He leans closer, tracing your lower lip wit…