Wendigo Drawing Novels & Stories

She never does. "Good. Quick, let's take it to the woods and bury it before someone sees us." I suggested taking the lead by dragging the dead creature by the horn. "Sure," Iris said, joining me to drag the Wendigo's lifeless body. After reaching the woods, we buried it six feet deep into the ground. Iris and I went straight to the apartment where we both lived. It was closer to the state campus. I found it difficult to even close my eyes and fall asleep.

Emma turned the page, rubbing the phantom tickle of her mother’s breath off her throat. When fully transformed, the wendigo’s host actively seeks human victims to devour, often hibernating for long periods between episodes of feeding. During this time, the creature is still fully aware of its surroundings and able to exercise a certain degree of influence over anything in its territory. This can result in anything from the blighting of crops to cursing trespassers with its own insatiable appetite. The wendigo may even guide those afflicted to commit atrocities using a measure of its own powers.

"I brought some special markers, the kind that smell like fruit." "Smell like fruit?" Tom's eyes went huge. "That's so cool! Can I smell them?" For the next forty minutes, Tom and I sat at the low table while he drew elaborate pictures of penguins and dinosaurs having adventures. He narrated every detail, explaining the plot of his drawings with the seriousness of a director describing his masterpiece. "This penguin is named Mr. Waddles," Tom explained, carefully coloring in a purple penguin. "And this dinosaur is his best friend, Chompy. They go on adventures together and save people from bad guys."

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

They are always around her. The twins bend over the colouring papers littered at Brianna’s feet. “How is it going?” I point to Wyn’s drawing, she picks a crayon from the floor and hurriedly colours the sketch. Brianna loves to draw too. It’s one more thing they can bond over. “Let me see.” The sketch is horrible. A pencil drawing of stick images with big ears, bigger heads and tiny limbs. I am not sure what I am looking for but I muster the biggest smile.