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Hunter Be Hunted (M!Wendigo x Gn!Reader)

Warnings: Gore,  violence, cannibalism, possessive behavior, probably yandere I think, not very fluffy nice stuff because my brain craves dark themes apparently!

It had been weeks.

Weeks of running. Weeks of hiding. Weeks of surviving in this goddamned place. This was never supposed to happen! This was supposed to be a vacation away from the stresses of your modern life, but now it was nothing but a living nightmare that never ends. How you eluded the bloodthirsty beast was a miracle to you, but the longer this went on, the more your sanity seemed to slip away into the crevices of this living hell, into the very soil of this cursed forest.

You were travelling with a couple of acquaintances you had met awhile back, enthused to test out your well-honed skills in the wild with them, as you have done countless times before. You loved a challenge, and were a survivalist of sorts, taught at a young age how to start a fire, catch and grow your own food, what plants are safe and which ones would make you throw up your insides, shit yourself and die in an unmarked grave. You became a very skilled hunter and loved being out in nature, and one thing your father always taught you was to never waste the animal. Each part had its own use, and that was something you always stuck with even to this day.

You never experienced what it was like to be prey, and now you had a whole new respect for the animals you hunted. It was bloody terrifying.

It started with members of your group being plucked off one by one, nobody seeing the creature itself, it was as if they had just disappeared. Vanished without a trace. It was only when you discovered the bloodied remains of one of your missing travelling companions, that things had really gone to shit. Voices mimicked the cries of their loved ones, and although you were not foolish enough to pursue them, others in your group were not so wise. And those who had half a brain were taken out in other ways, one of them eventually going utterly mad and killing off the rest of the members themselves, and much to your horror- tearing into their flesh like a rabid animal. It was as if they had became possessed by an unknown force, there were no warning signs. Their behavior changed just like a switch, and one of the machetes that was brought along made quick work of the rest of you. The mere thought of it made you want to wretch at the memory, but there was nothing you could do... So you had ran off before you'd became the next victim of that blade.

In just a week, you were alone, forced to try and escape this place by yourself.

As terrible of a mess this was, you were truly glad to have the set of skills you learned throughout the years. You were determined not to make yourself an easy target, but this thing had a way with messing with your head. Sometimes you swear you'd seen it... Antlers towering overhead, a looming black figure that almost blended into the trees, and a deer skull propped onto its shoulders. Cold silver eyes peering back at you, watching you, stalking you. You'd never seen anything like it before, but you recalled what someone had told you, just before they too were torn apart like the rest.

They mentioned a creature called the wendigo, a monster of insatiable hunger that couldn't resist the taste of human flesh. Apparently, it had once been human itself, but you find that hard to believe. Their description of the thing however, remarkably fit what you had seen. You were not one to listen to tales and legends, but when you were living in a literal horror story... It'd be rather foolish to deny what you've seen with your very own eyes.

The scent of decay wafted through the air, hitting your nostrils with its stench. Currently, you were trying to keep yourself sheltered from the pouring rain, which froze your skin to the very core. You shuddered, squeezing your arms closer to your body while you kept your fire ablaze. It was fortunate you started it before the weather had turned, or it would be utterly impossible to keep yourself warm. However, you were now becoming hyper aware of every noise you heard due to a certain issue with this small comfort: You knew the smoke would give away your location, and the light did not keep you exactly hidden from the beast that lurked these woods. There was no way you could rest this night, as you had to be ever wary of your surroundings. Luckily for you, you naturally had shifted your waking hours to the night, as that was the wendigo's primary hunting time.