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...
(If anyone one is interested the 'Deep Sea Fish Style' is what I wanted for the Wendigo drawing with a bit of the crocodile too.)
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"So it is this place?" The corpse whispered, chilling Ethan's blood and forcing him to actively remind himself it wasn't a corpse talking to him. (I wrote that before Chainsaw man blew up, the 'a corpse is talking' type of sentence and then I read it, make my own maaaaany fics of chainsaw man and only now realize that Wendy is scarily similar to Makima and that I never realized it!!! I am serious, think about it. God I feel stupid.)
"Yes, headquarters." He said, holding his breath a little, the being reeking of death and rotting meat making it hard to believe it was alive, more and more alive despite all proof he had in front of his eyes. "Without Rose they will never be able to go against Miranda and with you doing your stuff, killing and all, in there, in this HQ, they will lose a lot of their effective and will be sent back years."
"Well Winters." It almost felt like blood dripping on his head and pooling down his neck as the words washed over him, he had to touch his neck to be sure there was nothing there. He was seriously rethinking moving to America if creatures like this one haunted its forests. "You are lucky you are intelligent."
He turned to look at her but only the wind was left where the omen of death stood, vanishing like it had never existed, almost as if it was swallowed by the shadows.
The cold chill of the wind caressed his face, feeling like a long tongue was licking and tasting the next victim of it.
Wendy was not the one for sneakiness.... Well.... Actually, she was THE one for sneakiness but currently?
"Would you mind if I hurt?" She hissed with a smile that looked almost torn into her cheeks, unnatural. Arms wrapped around a guard, one around his waist and straying low, claws heaving ripped holes in his pants and sinking in his inner thighs as a silent threat of DIY castration, pressing him against her the other arm holding his wrist up in the air, pressing hard on the tendon and forcing him to drop the gun he held moments before.
The silent promise of a cold death petrifying him, as if he had looked medusa in the eyes moments before but was currently just staring down a wendigo with her glowing eye, no biggy right?
"Understand that I need to." He voice whistled like the slice of a guillotine cut loose, quite cut throat, dragging her hand down his forearm, realizing that he was not being held but he couldn't move even as he wanted, something in the way, as if the darkness of the world over powered him. "Wish that I had other choices." Her hand cupped his chin... And snapped 90° to the left. "Not really."
She let the body crumble next to the one of the other guard.
She felt her stomach growl and sure, the droll gathered in her mouth so fast she spat it out instead of swallowing it but currently, she had something to do, the meal can wait, it is not like she never felt hungry, it wouldn't hurt her.
She leaned against the door, cracking her hyper mobile joints and reaching up for the aeration duct, ripping the grating off and climbing up in with ease.
The duct wouldn't fit a human body, made smaller, only Wendy's mask would get snagged on the tighter turns while her bones could shift around like they always did.
She was blind in her too tho the glow of her own eyes let her see.
And she went off smell, just one child and all of Umbrella is crippled and Winters will vanish from the continent, the village won't be attacked and she'll be able to take care of those fake wendigoes... An all round win in her book.
She reached down and pushed a grate open, falling in a controlled heap, putting her body back in place by a flex of her muscles and tendons, straightening out.
She looked around before walking down the sickening white halls.
She was supposed to be the apex, she was supposed to be the top predator and these humans had.... These...
She angrily lifted her claws too the phantom pain on her face, she could feel her second form claw annoying at the back of her throat and so she discarded her skull mask in a corner, reminding herself to come get it of course, all while the black ooze poured out of her eyes and burnt away her face, the beast pulling itself free from the human cage.
With far greater olfactory abilities and speed, the large shaggy beast did a U-turn on her own body and blasted off in a sprint down the halls.
