(In the folklore of some northern Algonquian peoples) a cannibalistic giant; a person who has been transformed into a monster by the consumption of human flesh.
Warnings for mentioning of death, dead animals, blood, and murders.
This is the design for the Wendigo I had in mind.
https://www.tumblr.com/rottencoreflesh101/712093224125251584/monster-gyutaro-for-my-monster-au-not-a-wendigo?source=share
Here's what the Wendigo sounds like
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=b9JhRd0KjXg&list=LL&index=1&pp=gAQBiAQB )
Beware of the winters that bring with them monsters.
Beware of the cold winds that bring out the hunger of beasts.
Beware of the Wendigo.
The cold winds on the outside of the shutters best them against the glass causing a rattling sound to fill the small house like winter itself was beating on your door DEMANDING to be let inside. The cold seemed to seep into your bones despite the fact that you were sat right in front of the fire crackling away, and a thick wool blanket draped over your shoulders.
Your grasp upon the blanket became tighter than before as you cowered ever further from the rattling sounds of the shutters against glass and the wind howling demanding entry. Your response was to try and block it out by cowering your head beneath the blankets and curling up hoping that it would spare you and leave you be.
You didn't want this anymore. Ever since your nineteenth birthday it's haunted you. Again and again it's come for you every time the days grow cold and the snow overtakes the valley. Every year there is always new deaths of both people and livestock. No one could ever figure out the culprit but you knew what it was.
Ever since that horrible day in winter four years ago now. Gathering more firewood for your first late one night on a cold winters night. Your arms full of wood you heard something behind your woodpile. You were stupid enough to approach it assuming it was nothing but a fox or other small predator to scare away.
Quietly you stepped closer to the pine tree with snow crunching under your feet silently. Slowly behind the tree you went and stopped. The wind blew swaying it's branches creepily and looked like thrashing arms. You grabbed a handful and silently and slowly pulled them back.
And you froze at what you saw-
The winds howled as the darkness crept across the skies. The darkness behind the bush shielded your form from the moonlight which cascaded down between the trees and clouds in the sky. The shadows danced and branches creaked as the wind blew them about. Like arms beckoning you closer to grab you away in their rough grip. Drag you into the shadows never to be seen again. The coldness of the air bit down hard on your skin, like painful bee stings pricking your flesh. The terror far greater than seeing a thousand wolves sunk in.
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A snapping of bones crunched between teeth. A splatter of red laid across the grass. Feathers coated in the red liquid of life laid there discarded. Unwanted by the maw that consumed the flesh between its teeth. Purple irises shook, watered at the sight before them. A hunched shadow devoured everything in its claws. Chew. Swallow. Devour. Chew. Swallow. Devour. Down the gullet and never to be returned again. Never before seen by prying eyes. A low hiss of air gurgled from the frothing mouth. Like a wheezing choke. A second later a bone escaped from the maw with a choke, spat out to the ground thudding along. A sigh escaped the maw, as if the bone had been uncomfortable in its mouth. Your body felt rigid. Frozen in utter horror as your mind struggled to comprehend the mass sitting before you. The horrors of it all as your jaw opened up in terror and the smell of blood combed into your senses-
