Wendigo
Wendigo
In the bushes!!!!!!!
Its cold
Whats that in the distance?
Theres something in the trees
omething trees
Dont look in the bushes!!!!!
The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its dessicated skin pulled tightly over its bones.
With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash-gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody...
Unclean and suffering from suppuration of the flesh, the Wendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption.