wendigo.
Wendigo almost spooked at Firestorm’s approach. She lifted her head with a nervous snort, the fear gripping at her heart for a split second as she realized it was not a predator that had found her, but prey. As the snow fell in silence upon them, making tracks of dark and light upon their coats, winter and summer regarded each other. Wendigo blinked, her expression as vacant as a void now that her initial surprise has faded.
“No,’ she responded, her voice chilly but not unwelcoming.
“I don’t have any friends,’ she added, but it was added as an afterthought. The tall creature twitched her tail as her teeth ground up the last bit of grass she’d pulled from the earth. She considered for a moment as the sound of jingling ice dwindled into nothing.
“It is a sign. Something wicked stalks this meadow.”
Winter. Starvation. Disease. All rolled into one singular monster with antlers that bored deep into flesh, cracked bones, dripped blood and velvet. Winter regarded summer with half-lidded, lazy, and almost translucent blue eyes.
“Can you feel it?”
mare | akhal teke x marwari | grey on black tobiano | 1o | 16.3hh | siat-s