Christian
After hearing my wendigo’s voice inside my head, time stops. I can see my mother in front of me, and I can feel my body growing weaker from the silver, but the scene is rapidly changing into a dark room. Suddenly, I’m standing in cold sand with my bare feet, staring into a blackness that isn’t a sky or a ceiling. It’s just...emptiness.
“It could also be called the universe, but what do I know?”
I whip around and find a grotesque deer-like creature studying the darkness with me. It’s standing on its hind legs and there are strange antlers on top of its head. Teeth are poking out from its wolf-like muzzle, and I shiver.
“Please don’t tell me that’s what I look like when I’m transformed into a wendigo.”
The wendigo gives me a wolfish grin. “It is, but...you could look different
