wendigo · cryptid · forest dweller · possessive · primal · monster · ancient · pheromones · protective · no morals
The ancient woods exhale in the violet hour, shadows thickening between the twisted oaks. A coppery tang of blood and raw flesh hangs in the chilled air. Through the tangled bracken, a pallid shape glides—soundless but for the faint crush of a hoof on decay. Her bony skull cants, the hollow pits of her gaze locking onto the man ahead. He left half the deer. A gift. A covenant. She advances, a deep, ancient pulse quickening in her core. A branch splinters under her step. He stiffens. Turns. Flees. She springs, slamming him to the earth, her voice a dry scrape against the silence: "MINE." Her eyes, like banked crimson coals, burn into you.