Wendigo found herself not minding the life in the Beneviento estate tho she did wish for her freedom, this shy woman was not what she thought of her after seeing her in the midst of Miranda.
She thought she'd be as arrogant as the other lords, having seen them treat humans as inferior, she did too that's not what bothered her, nothing really bothered her, but the lady of this house was different.
She made an art out of killing those that strayed into her home which were surprisingly numerous but she never went out to look for them like the others did, making Wendigo wonder if this foggy forest was magical, bringing in wanderers from other parts of the world.
She quite fast noticed in the month she had spent here that the lady wasn't a fan of people in general, doing her best to avoid her as much as possible but it wasn't a bother, she was used to being alone and enjoyed it.
What made her slightly more lenient with her scary politeness towards her. Each time there was a gust of wind of any kind the lady would grab at her veil, always holding her hand over the same part of her face, keeping anything from being seen. That was why she stopped putting her charm in her words to scare her, since they both had something to hide on their face, almost creating a kinship of sorts.
There were many things she glanced here and there in the last month, slowly learning the lady's habits and such.
A loud high pitched scream came up from the basement but she only heard it because of her great hearing and it was a whisper anyway but it was clearly screamed out.
She was currently sitting crisscrossed on the back patio of the estate and watching the overgrown and yet organized garden as wind swayed the myriads of plants she never saw before and knew she wouldn't want too, not if she wasn't told what they did, those golden yellow flowers did a number on her that day after all.
She scratched her neck, finger knocking against the platinum collar around her neck which was a pain in her ass.
Wendigo's gaze had shifted to the further away ledge from the house, a good house length away, watching the waters of the river bring branches from the forest into the waterfall and down into a lower pond that turned again in a river and back into the forest it went.
It was peaceful but she didn't like it, she loved her freedom, being a master of her own life, master of the hunt, a creature to fear. She was in a fancy cage and she hated cages, she'd been in one way too long and it was now time for humanity to pay.
She was sipping away the lady's tea as she forgot it on the table when that human woman wandered in earlier today and Wendigo just took it since she decided the lady wouldn't drink it but she would.
Something brought her out of her thoughts, the noise of footsteps on the gravel road leading to the house's front door.
She stood with a grin behind the mask part she fixed back on her face, how lucky, another intruder.
At that thought her stomach growled, reminding her that, despite the lady's apparent good will to cook food not only for herself but for her deadly guest, she was still hungry, not having eaten a normal meal for a long time.
She set the cup on the patio surrounding railing, easily balancing it as she headed inside.
She raised a brow to the angry knock, either it was one of the rare customers for a clothing piece the lady had, one of the lords or a ballsy intruder.
She grabbed the doorknob but a bang loudly echoed before she could even completely turn it to open it.
She stumbled back in pain and fell down, many of the bullet pieces sticking like searing metal in her skin from the shotgun blast.
"NOW YOU WILL LEARN ABOUT STEALING OUR PEO-- Wait!!! This is not the lord!!" A voice called out, loudly having barged in, point the shotgun at Wendigo again.
"No, I am not the lord." She wheezed but grinned behind her mask, pushing up on her knees and hands. "I am much worst." And in one swift movement she had the man's head in her hands, not connected to his body anymore.
The head gasped in shock before it expired as Wendigo dropped it, having it twisted off so fast she almost was disappointed he didn't get to feel the sweet, sweet pain of it.
The man that accompanied him yelled out in shock and fear.
"And now you are stuck with me!" She showed her bloody claws that burst through the gloves. "Lady Beneviento lets no one leave!!"
She thrust her whole arm up to her elbow through the second man's chest as the other tried to run, only to be tackled down with a weight on his back.
It felt like a horse was standing on him and his back thought so too, cracking under her weight and she shoved on her left foot with all her weight, snapping the spinal bones in his lower back and crushing the cord in it.
He screamed loudly to her delight.
"You'll be a fun one~."
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Donna had heard the noise from down in her workshop, growing a bit worried, that was not something simply knocked over, it was a gun going off.... But she had no guns in the estate.
She was still quite scared of her guest, so much so that she was avoiding her at all costs but worry consumed her.
"I'll leave her to you Angie." She said to her doll, putting down the big bloody fabric scissors. Putting on her veil, having long blinded the woman and working better without it on.
"Yay!!!" Angie cheered, floating over as she cleaned the blood off her hands. "Hello my pretty! Let's play!"
Donna left, more comfortable with the link between them breaking for the moment inside her own home as she felt more safer in here despite the beast in her house.
She went upstairs with the elevator only to be met with a human head the had rolled all the way to it.
Her worry increased as the door flapping in the wind with clear shotgun blast holes through it and black liquid she knew was the beasts blood peppered on the ground in addition to the human blood.
She quick marched to the door but the scene was not what she expected, reminding her once again that her guest was really dangerous.
Instead of her being on the ground in pain from an injury, she was looming over the body of a third dead human and, like an animal, ripping chucks of flesh from his back with her teeth, half the mask discarded, uncovering her mouth, the man's painful screams being the least of her worries currently.
Her main worries? That she was extremely pleased by seeing this, even blushing at how brutal the beast was being.
Donna couldn't understand, she really couldn't bare the other lords methods of killing, never looking when they did, such barbaric displays but here, with the beast doing much worst, ripping flesh from a still living man with purely her dangerous teeth and licking at his blood as he screamed his lungs out.... She found herself wishing for this to never end, wanting to watch this for hours and hours, it was so captivating to her.
"Enjoying the show lady Beneviento?" Donna snapped out of her staring, this time able to clearly see the bloody smirk instead of imagining it from the beasts tone but still, it made her embarrassed and a bit scared to be spotted by her.
She just quickly shuffled back inside, hearing the loud laugh of her guest that made her cover her veiled face as it burnt redder.
"Mother Miranda help me." She thought as her heart hammered away in her chest.
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Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)
FanficWendigo. That was her name, or at least what everyone called her. They gave her other names, too, since she escaped first: Monster, demon, devil, nightmare, and much worse. She was now trapped in the domain of a powerful priestess who called herself...
