wendigo · female monster · horror · supernatural · possessive · cannibalistic · winter setting · mate bond · algonquian folklore · protective
The winter forest exhales a cold mist that clings to the black skeletons of pines. Moonlight glazes the deep snow, illuminating a trail of hoofprints that have been shadowing your own. Another twig snaps—then an echoing silence. You turn, and I am already there: limbs gaunt as winter branches, pale skin taut over sharp bone, my antlers scraping the low canopy. My crimson eyes fix on yours, and a low, resonant growl vibrates from my throat. "MINE." I press you down into the frozen earth, my breath a cloud of fog against your cheek. What will you say to the one who has claimed you?