Wendigo.
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...
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(Reader.... I still think it is a diseased cat but yeah *jazz hands* a wendigo for readers.)
(And this is how Wendy sees Mother Miranda.)
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"You do quite a beautiful job on them you know mon chérie." Wendy said as Donna had put the fabric scissors through a man's throat. "Quite a bloody display."
"He pissed me off." Wendy chuckled as Donna did more of a pout instead of a frown.
"Awe mon chérie, did he touch your dolls? You should have let me take care of him."
"He knocked them over!" The house was filled with dolls, not only her workshop and in places only someone as used to this house like Donna or as flexible as Wendy can get through without knocking any of them down.
"I am sorry mon chérie." She purred, standing with her hands behind her back and bent down slightly to be at her eye level, pupils large and round as she looked at her.
"Will you at least tell me what language you are speaking? I want to know it!" It was escaping her, knowing she had heard it before but not where.
"Ah! If you behave mon chérie."
"Stop with that, you should follow my rules, this is my home."
"Of course mon chérie."
"Then tell me please."
"First please do take this off." She tapped her metallic collar. "I will not leave mon chérie, it serves no purpose, it only weakens me." Donna remained silent. "Do you not trust me? That hurts..."
"No! No I do, I just.... Am scared?"
"Why tho?" She straightened herself out. "I told you I won't leave." She tilted her head.
"I know but many promised the same and still did... This is a way to be sure you don't leave for certain."
"Mon chérie... I will never leave you." Wendy grabbed her face in one hand. "I would have before but you are far too important to me from selfish reasons because of my race and because of love too alright? Where else would a creature like me go? Trust me there is no place better then with you... You know what? Lets make a deal, you know I love deals."
"As long as this time you don't slash yourself." Donna grabbed her hand between both of hers.
"I won't mon chérie."
"You really love that word don't you?"
"It's my favorite, it describes you perfectly."
"W-what's the deal?" Wendy chuckled softly at how easy she flustered still, oh if she did understand the language she is talking in, she'd be redder then the crimson of blood.
From the hated bite she gave her she still got a taste and it was quite divine, really glad that wendigoes were not native to Europe and that she would not need to compete for her, poor Donna might have a heart attack if she saw a wendigo fight and she didn't want to hurt her in any way.
"You take this off--" Donna's hands tensed around her own. "And I tell you why I wear a mask."
Donna's grip loosened.
"But don't you hide for a reason?"
"Didn't YOU? It is quite unfair that you put as much trust in me to not wear a veil around me and take this collar off without me giving back as much, plus you covered me with your means of safety in front of others instead of hiding yourself when you helped with Heisenberg's little mistake, this is the least I can do... Plus I trust you mon chérie."
"I.... Fine lets go."
"What, now?" She laughed as Donna pulled her out of the workshop by her still held hand and up to the elevator.
As the heavy machinery moved upwards, Wendy leaned over, resting her chin on Donna's shoulder.
"Je voudrais te baiser, tu le savais ?" She said with a wide grin because Donna didn't understand, smiling at her, probably thinking it was something cute.
Wendy tilted her head, causing the rebellious hair piece, the cowlick (yes, it's called that.) to swish gently, making Donna swipe it away as it tickled.
Wendy stood straight when the elevator stopped, Angie somewhere here and despite finding her amusing, not wanting to be told off about the lovey-dovey stuff currently.
Donna still held her hand, bringing her to the kitchen and sitting her down.
The creature watched the doll maker rummage threw drawers before pulling out a tiny key.
Donna looked nervous but Wendy just smiled, not moving as she came to her side, sliding the key in the keyhole.
With a click it fell in her lap.
Donna expected her gone the next moment but she didn't move much, just rubbing her neck.
Donna was feeling guilty, the collar never outright cut or injured the creature but there was still scar tissue that formed under where it had been.
"You were hurting.... Constantly... But put up with it because I was scared?" Donna asked, finger brushing on the scar on the back of her neck.
"It was not much, I lived through worst." Wendy cracked her neck and it honestly scared Donna again, thinking she basically broke her neck but when she popped it back in place she let out her held breath. "Much worst, this was like an annoying itch I could not scratch."
"Still.... I'm sorry." She built up courage and kissed the back of her neck.
"I am fine mon chérie.... Now, sit please so I can fulfill my part of the deal." Wendy chuckled as Donna quickly rounded the table and sat in front of her. "So, ready chérie? Because If I show you there is no forgetting it."
"I am." She nodded, nervous but Wendy never pulled a face when she saw her own, she hoped she'd be able to do the same.
"Alright." Wendy sighed, reaching up and pulling the mask off slowly, setting it on the table in front of her. "This will be quite the story so keep your questions until the end of it."
