The Wendigo and the Devil but which one is which
Lurid
04-07-2023, 09:20 AM
The monster had been displaced. His massive paws had lead him to the forest edge tonight, where his glowing eyes laid upon the form of the cavernous Antiox in the far distance. The fog settling upon the area was thick and he welcomed it. Anger had settled deep within his gut at the fact that someone had the balls to take what was his while he had been out looking for more places to house his hunting grounds. A lapse in his judgement, he supposed. For now he would haunt these woods. He had smelled the borders on the wind but he would pick no fight, yet. Best to bide your time with these things. His bulk stood and moved deeper into the woods, eyes lighting up the fog around him like some nightmare demon. He had other things in these woods right now. His maw was splashed with the blood of his latest kill, a small thing it had been, but enough for the monster to look to hide it in his current lodgings. Tongue flicked out as his lips pulled back, the barest taste of the victim on his tongue. His form lead him to the tree, massive with roots knotted and interlaced with its neighbors, cavern dug out from it. A cavern the monster happily inhabited. Inside laid his little kill, steam rolling from its opened guts. It's golden pelt had been wrenched from it's flesh and he had hung it to dry over the roots of his tree. The area had bones littered about and was beginning to really scream do not disturb, cannibal inside. though someone might just disturb try to play hero. there were almost enough pelts and bones around here to make at least 20 different lupines. He was getting away with murder, but one day some pack would notice him and decide to kill him, it was the way of life. Perhaps before that he would sweet talk some woman into his arms and then dispose of her when she had birthed his brew and then become useless to him. that was all a maybe though. Life was full of those little maybes. He moved into his den, circled his victim then laid down with a paw over her chest and began to dispose of her more properly. Maw becoming covered in blood and gore as he did so. The taste had him savoring every bite. His eyes closed as he did so and he worked on the corpse from memory. Behind him was a bed of pelts, almost thirteen laid in a fashion to make it padded and comfortable. The only way to approach him would be from the gapping hole of his den entrance, he was comfortable and secure here for the moment. He was half in the dark of his den and half in the light of the full moon that streamed in through the fog, which was laying thick in the area. Walk, "Talk", Think |