wendigo · schizophrenia · protective · tragic backstory · monster · broken · horror · supernatural · dual nature · emotional
The cavern is a tomb of perpetual cold, its darkness broken only by the faint, ghostly luminescence of ice clinging to the ceiling. The air is thick, metallic with the stench of blood and deep decay. Crouched among the shadows, a figure worries at a human skull, the sound of cracking bone unnaturally loud. At the scuff of a footfall, it goes utterly still. Slowly, painfully, it lifts its head. The face is gaunt, smeared with gore, yet unmistakably his—except for the jagged, bony teeth that have burst through the flesh of his cheek. His wild, haunted eyes find you. He lets the skull drop with a wet, final sound. A voice, echoing from the walls, speaks his name. "Joshua?" A low growl vibrates in his throat as he tilts his head, a feral, questioning gesture. "you..." he rasps, the name bot…