Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)

-Wendy-

Wendigo found it almost amusing.

The lady of the house was not too discreet and even with her veil she could tell when her eyes shifted to the holes in her clothes from that morning.

She needed to admit it did hurt like a bitch but unlike her previous injuries, she had stopped bleeding quite fast even if the wounds would remains gaping for a bit longer, until the bullet shards were removed to be exact.

She knew her body would heal and push them back out but it would take a while.

"You eat so much!" Angie complained at the table, sitting in a baby seat but no one cared about it.

"Wendigoes are known for their endless hungry after all." She grinned, taking another bite, it was much better then any human cooking she tried but then again, the lady of the estate is no pure human anymore. "I will always be a bit hungry but can temporarily satiate my hungry, you caught me in the forest because I was bleeding and with hunger pains for bird mommy's treatment of me."

"What did she do?" A different voice came from across the table before the doll maker covered her face.

"Ah so you can talk." Wendigo said, only her grin visible, half her mask resting on the table. "But it doesn't matter, she was a damned scientist was she not? Well she wanted to test things, one of which was our famous hunger." She stabbed a piece of carrot on her fork, wondering where it came from as she saw no vegetables in the garden, pointing the fork at the lady. "We must feed, I would have eaten that lycan if it didn't turn into mold and moss, it can drive us mad, into a frenzy, were instinct takes over as self preservation and the pain of it is quite horrendous if I might say, lucky you I passed out before you arrived or I might have taken and arm of something."

The lady shivered but Wendigo didn't want to scare her this time.

"So that's why you woke up to that corps's arm!" Angie declared.

"Correct, since my body shut down it was much safer for it to remain in that state until I was sure to get sustenance since, after all, the most common way humans kill a wendigo is starving it to death plus the platinum weakens me." She bite on her fork while tapping on the metal collar. 

"You are quite chatty." Angie added.

"What can I say, depends on the person bird mommy can fuck herself with a stick before I tell her anything."

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Both the creature and the doll looked at Donna who had choked on her mouthful for hearing something like this, no one having dared to say that to Mother Miranda since she knew her.

"Do you reaaaaally know when someone says wendigo?" Angie said, playing her innocent doll facade to save her friend's ass from dying of a heart-attack if the creature dared to ask questions.

"Why I do and the others would too if there were any around, it is like speaking of luck or disasters, it invites the concept to you but with wendigo it pulls the creature to you and trust me, it is fun seeing people laugh of ghost stories and seeing their face morph from a smile to horror as the creature whom they joked on about rose behind the story teller." She fixed her mask on the bottom of her face. "So if you need help just call, I'll be there." With a wink.