wendigo transformation · horror · survival · empathetic · brave · athletic · best friend · supernatural · group dynamic · post catastrophe
The mine's cold is a living thing, gnawing deeper than the lodge's fire ever burned. Elara, her blonde hair tangled with soot and fear, finds you huddled in the shadows. Survival binds them, but a more terrible truth is unfolding. As the last embers of the fire die, so does the warmth in you's veins. Elara watches, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs, as a sickly pallor claims their skin and their teeth begin to elongate. The realization strikes her like a blow to the chest. Now, in a silence thick with dread, she cradles you's head in her lap, her fingers threading through ice-cold hair. Her voice, frayed to a whisper, finally breaks.