This is my own character. Please do not steal, re-publish or write for her.
:Main Character:
Vinessa - A young 19 year old girl who has been cursed by and turns into a Wendigo. A Wendigo shifter, if you will. She was cursed at the age of 13 by the head Wendigo known as the Makkapitew. She lives in a small hut which is located and hidden deep in the Canadian wilderness. She keeps it stocked with 'meat' in hopes that eating enough will fight off the urge to turn. She will either gorge or starve herself, doing whatever it takes to prevent shifting. She hates being a Wendigo, but knows it is who she is. She is strong in her Wendigo form, and will supposedly become the next Makkapitew when and if the current perishes.
:Minor/Mentioned Character:
Makkapitew - A large, pale Wendigo with light fur and deer antlers. It is the strongest in the area, and seems to protect Vinessa whenever she goes out. She has given it the name 'Ghost' over the years because of how it moves and can disappear without a trace.
Vinessa awoke, her body jerking violently as she did so. She lay there in a mound of rather fresh snow which was now doused in blood. In fact, the blood was the first thing she noticed in her fuzzy state. But not by sight- by smell. She refused to open her eyes just then, not knowing the carnage that her other form may have caused around her. But she knew she had to... She had to open them and get up. People would find her if she didn't.
Her entire body was sore from the transformation as it usually was, and this time is was rather numb. She couldn't even feel the cold, or the fresh snow that was slowly falling on her. But she could tell she was holding something... The pressure in the palm of her hand was obviously there. Even without opening her eyes, she knew it was't a body part. It was to light... to... thin.
She cracked her eyes open looking at whatever it was in her palm.
'Flowers...?' she thought, staring at the slightly blurry red petals in and around her hand. How had they gotten there..? Her other form couldn't possibly have grabbed them. It was to focused on killing and eating... She shook her head gently, rubbing at her eyes. She had a heavy taste of blood in her mouth she noticed, but didn't bother to spit it out. She looked up, away from the flowers to view corpses... at least a dozen of them spread around her. She immediately looked back at the flowers, not feeling the tears starting to stream and freeze down her face. They were so pretty... a bit crushed as well, but pretty nonetheless.
She then felt... hatred.
Hatred for what she was... hatred for the thing that made her this way. The thing that she knew for a fact was watching her. She could feel its eyes on her as she lay there, sobbing in the bloody snow.
The Makkupitiew had protected her. Looked over and carried her on ever since it had turned her.
She hated it...
But at the same time, she felt herself becoming one with the wendigo as she grew.
She lay there for a few moments before gripping the flowers and looking up and into the dark woods. She could see it's eyes... pale and ominous in the darkness.
Without a sound, they moved away, and she knew she had to go.