Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190428115013/@comment-37629772-20190429052052

Holly felt like she was going to be sick, and she dosen't get nauseous easily, so whatever that smell was, it was not natural nor was living. Then she found out what reeked so badly as it lunged out of the brush at her and pinned her to the ground. A wendigo, the beast with an eternal hunger. It had long, sharp elk horns and even sharper claws covered in blood, whenever of not it was a humans was unknown. It's fur was matted and unkempt, even had chucks of it's previous dinners were stuck in them. It's flesh was pulled onto it's ribs, looking as if it's skin were going tear right off. An obvious sign of malnourishment on other creatures but it dosen't bother them, all they care about is what they can eat...which to them is anything that moves. The worst part was the face, skull bare and open to the world, teeth just like the claws was covered in blood. The smell of it's hot breath against Holly's face was too much for her and she finally dispensed her dinner to the side of her head. The Wendigo notices the wasted food, what it does next makes Holly even more disgusted, it' starts lapping up the pool vomit. The phrase 'waste not want not' is taken to a new level with a wendigo.