~Summary~
In a world where supernatural creatures stalk the night, Larkspur, a Wendigo with an insatiable hunger, navigates a solitary existence defined by her primal needs and tormented past. Bound by an ancient curse and driven by a relentless cra...
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As night descended upon the village, Larkspur felt the familiar tug of exhaustion. The day had been long, and the recent encounter with the beast had taken its toll. She slipped away from the village, seeking solace in the small forest that bordered the settlement. The trees whispered softly in the night breeze, their branches casting intricate shadows on the forest floor.
Larkspur found a secluded spot beneath a towering cedar, its branches providing a canopy that shielded her from the prying eyes of the village. She lay down on the soft earth, her body relaxing as she closed her eyes. Sleep came swiftly, and with it, the memories she had tried to bury.
The day had begun like any other. Aiyana, as she was known then, moved through her village with a sense of purpose. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with life. She was the tribe's healer, a woman revered for her wisdom and compassion. Her love for her people was matched only by her love for Takoda, the brave hunter who had captured her heart.
But the harsh winter had brought famine and despair. The tribe was starving, their once abundant resources depleted. Aiyana watched helplessly as her people grew weaker, their hope fading with each passing day. Desperation drove her to the edge of the forest, where she pleaded with the ancient spirits for a way to save her tribe.
The spirits listened, their voices a haunting melody in the wind. They offered her a choice: a sacrifice that would ensure the survival of her people. Aiyana, driven by love and duty, agreed. She ventured deep into the forest, to a place where the shadows grew darker and the air colder. There, beneath the light of a full moon, she performed the forbidden ritual.
The transformation was excruciating. Her body twisted and contorted, her humanity stripped away as she consumed the flesh offered by the spirits. Her soul became a vessel for insatiable hunger, her heart a hollow void. Aiyana was no longer seen as human.
She returned to her village, her new form hidden beneath a cloak. Her people were saved, their hunger sated by the food that miraculously appeared. But she could not stay. The sight of their healer, now a monster, drove them to fear and revulsion. She fled into the wilderness, her heart heavy with loss and regret. Hiding a babe within her belly as she went.
Larkspur, a Wendigo born of a mothers sacrifice and starvation.
Larkspur awoke with a start, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The memories were as vivid as the day they had occurred, a reminder of the price she had paid. She sat up, her head spinning with the remnants of the dream. The forest was silent, the night air cool against her skin.
She rose to her feet, her decision clear. The village had no sinful souls for her to consume, no fear to feed her insatiable hunger. Her presence here was a danger to them, and she could not risk staying any longer. She needed to find prey that could satiate her, a soul tainted with sin and fear.
Larkspur made her way back to the village, moving with the same stealth that had carried her through countless nights. She paused at the edge of the settlement, her eyes scanning the sleeping forms of the villagers. They were innocent, their lives unmarred by the darkness that tainted so many others.
With a final glance, Larkspur turned away, her footsteps silent as she left the village behind. The forest closed around her, the trees a silent witness to her departure. She would continue her search, her journey driven by the hunger that had become her existence. The memories of her past would haunt her, but they would also guide her, a reminder of the sacrifices she had made and the monster she had become.
As she disappeared into the night, the village remained unaware of the creature that had walked among them. They would remember her as the mysterious traveler who had saved them from the beast, never knowing the true nature of the stranger who had come and gone like a whisper in the wind.
