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...
(We all know the shit talking Wendy does in French and we all know that shit talking is not all she does, I just need to know now if anyone would want something nsfw, just so I can work the logistics out because it is not as easy to write as you might think and much less with a creature like Wendy whose simple bite can deprive you of a hand.)
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After that unlucky meeting, Wendy's head was like on a swivel, constantly on the look out.
Winters was thorn in her side, a little voice whispering to her that it was not worth keeping him alive, that he was just a waste of space, a needless danger.... But her logic won out, knowing that they indeed have the same enemy and that, by twisting fates a little, she could wrap him up in her plans to kill Miranda.
That was the main reason she let him go alive, if it wasn't for the danger of the bombing Winters mentioned, he would have killed her, she is sure of that, instead he took his Rose and ran.
She didn't care for the sob story of a father looking for his child, she had killed her own when she escaped Umbrella because he'd kill her anyway because of what they did to her and she didn't cry his death, he'd teach her like any cat teaches its kittens but after that it would have been everyone one their own, Wendigoes are lonely hunters.
Tho nowadays Wendy found the idea of lonelyness filled with shards of glass that cut up her maw and throat each time she mentioned it.
Currently she was with Donna, writing up a letter to Miranda, making it seem Donna got some information so the bird woman wouldn't pay a visit after the upcoming meeting of the lords.
"You can also write.... That.... All my joints are basically 360° rotations." Wendy was sorting through the info on her race, what info Miranda could feel satisfied with but wouldn't answer any of her questions?
Donna had, as best as she could, bounced back from the Winters scare but she was still on edge, Wendy didn't tell her she didn't kill the man, finding it better this way for both of them.
"I think she'll be fine with this much." She said, folding the paper after rereading it.
"Good job mon cherie." Wendy grinned. "Cette tête que tu fais en te concentrant rend si difficile de ne pas te baiser en ce moment même." The creature chuckled at the sound of dismay the doll let out, pour thing understanding her every word.
"One of these days I'll know what you are saying." Donna promised.
Wendy's cold and dead heart fell, watching Donna's carriage go, to Miranda's eyes she was still a prisoner so she stayed back at the manor to play that role.
And soon did her smile fall tho when the carriage was out of view, the air growing colder then the snow blanketing the ground from a snowfall in the night.
"How long do you plan on hiding away?" She asked, still leaning against a post outside on the patio, one holding up the roof over it, arms crossed and relaxed.
And out of the tree line walked a man, well not exactly a man.
He had a prominent limp to his left leg and Wendy knew it was because the knee joint was backwards and misshapen, he wore a long leather trench coat hiding more of his deformed body, hip and shoulders not aligned, spin curving right with sharp bone growths out of his back making him hunched over slightly, protruding through the skin which smelt fetid of decomposition. His left arm had two joints to it, two elbows, longer then a human arm should be, dragging on the ground, back of the hand calloused from constantly being dragged when not in use, holding a large bladed weapon in its grip with thin fingers, the other hand more normal, bent to his chest. His head was the most recognizable feature he had, looking like a mixmatch of skulls, it looked like a canine skull was forced into the maw of a deer skull, the deer skull cracked and broken in pieces because of the canine skull that looked jammed in there but was actually fused and parts of the other skull, several misshaped horns, three pairs, grew out of the back of the skull, some twirling like ram horns, others splitting into ramifications like a normal deer antler and even some growing straight. The four eye sockets looked melted and dripped a trail of black liquid from them, staining his clothes and all.
She uncrossed her arms and stood normally, walking out towards the shambling corpse of a man.
She stood as this mount of death neared.
The knees of the misshapen creature shattering in front of her eyes as it fell ahead, the body making a sickening squelch sound, flies and maggots forced out of the throat and mouth, dislodged from inside the body cavity and pressed out because of the impact.
It still tried to crawl closer with its one hand, eyes crying their black tears, vocalizing drowned half screams.
Wendy hated humans.... But even she had pity for these ones.
"When will they learn that samples of my blood are not enough to make something?" She asked, kneeling down in front of the dying being, pulling its skull in her lap, able to rub part of it away as if it was chalk, flaking to dust.
This was not the first time a creature like this found her and she knew it wouldn't be the last as long as Umbrella still had some of her blood.
Human hubris making them think they are capable of anything so if they couldn't bend true wendigoes to their will they will bend these fake ones but they came out more deformed then the last as a human would only be that, a human.
Even the lords were fundamentally still humans, even if long ago the mold took them over, wendigoes were never humans and trying to create one from a human that is not already meant to become a wendigo like bonded ones can, will result in these freaks of nature.
The first few times she saw them she was with no mercy to them, a brutal euthanasia of a 'race' of beings that should never exist, but the following ones pulled of the rotting heart strings of her for some odd reason.
"And they dare call you wendigoes." This one was one the verge of death, they were mindless, husks of the former human they were, their only goal being finding who they belong too which was Wendy since her blood was the one used to make them and her blood belonged to her, they would wander, shamble, stumble with their deformed bodies and whatever injuries and hurt they picked up on the way to track her and mindlessly kill her if their bodies were even able to get to her.
She pitied them for such caged existences that weren't even worth to be lived, a cage they can't escape until after death.
"They'll never stop creating you things until they catch me again will they?" She guess this was the reason Umbrella actually sending in agents she killed instead of outright nuking the place, she was a price for them and they didn't want to risk killing her.
She frowned, watching the strengthless being try to move its disproportionate arm but it couldn't, the weight of the weapon to much.
She stilled her hand, having rubbed a hole it the fragile deer skull's nose accidentally before grabbing it securely and with a sharp twist, break the neck of the creature and laying it to rest.
She laid the head on the ground, watching the motionless body.
"Seems I have my answer to your plea much faster then I thought I would Ethan Winters...." She said, still eyeing the corpse.
