Alright folks, here's a double OC special for ya. The reasons for which I'll explain after the chapter, so be sure to stick around for that. Until then, enjoy the chapter.
Stranded on Earth in the Prehistoric age of ice, a Young Blood Yautja was presumed dead by his own hunting party after a near death brawl with a Sabertooth Cat. He survived on his own for centuries, making shelter in a cave and feasting off the wild life of the world, including that which would become man. The fear this Predator instilled in the native humans would wind up creating the myth of The Wendigo. It wouldn't be until a run in with a band of outlaws and sheriffs that pursued them into the forests the lone survivor inhabited that he would meet his end. But through his death, the Wendigo, or at least the monster behind the myth, would find new life, continuing the hunt in the realm of The Entity. Feeding both of their appetites with the kills he makes using only fashioned up weaponry and a stone will.
But Earth is not the only world with humans that The Entity prey's upon. There is another, with a order of humans inflicted by self-induced curses that they use to combat the dark forces of creation. One unfortunate soul being endowed with immortality. His name being, Rex. In his long life span, Rex has faced many horrors, but few have made him vulnerable as The Entity has done, and even fewer able to return the feeling of being preyed upon as Wendigo could.
Now the two forces of man and monster face each other in the most dangerous game. The Predator known as Wendigo, famished and armed, vs the man known as Rex, a pissed off survivor. Who shall emerge the victor in this twisted game? Find out, only on Dead By Daylight: The Blood Moon.
Deep within the bowls of a cave system, the survivors flee through tunnel after tunnel from the legend that lives within them. The Predator known as Wendigo had made this labyrinth his home back in life, now what he saw as rats scurried across his living room floor. He would find them and he would stomp them out one by one.
Fossils of other animals from the ice age and so on decorated the floor of the numerous tunnles. Some skulls even being mounted on stalagmites, eluding at them being Wendigo's previous kills. Some larger areas of the cave would even house the open flame of a campfire. Around it the hides of animals would be strung up on the walls and dismembered limbs of men laid spread across the ground. The Sacerfical Hooks could be found near these locations, as a place to hang up the meat of the victim and let it dry before preping them for dinner.
Yet, the hunt was not so onesided as a mining town had set up work within the caves, leaving it once the gold went dry. In this abandoned state, many items from the workforce had doubled as obstacles for Wendigo to traverse. 2x4's being tossed in his way during a chase, exploring lockers near caved in entrances and mine carts with tarps over them to find hiding Survivors. The hunt was a good one. Yet like all good things, life included, it had to come to an end eventually.
The number of survivors had been reduced to only two, soon to be one as the forgotten Predator found his third course. Wendigo stood tall before the horrified survivor, the beat of his heart echoing through the tunnels as he looked up to the monster behind the myth. Wendigo had all the regular Predator traits, save for his mask which was broken centuries ago. His hide a firey-orange with some black hgihlights to constrast each other. The pelt of a deer he had slain kept him warm at nights and spawned the vision of the Wendigo we have today. On his back, a spear fashioned from a straightend oak branch and the tusk of a wild boar was holstered. Around his waist, his depowered Plasma Cannon, readjusted to be a handgun as Wolf Predator did with his, if he were ever to find a way to recharge it one day. And in his hand, a long knife fashioned from a smaller oak branch and the broken tips of his wrist blades, all tied together. One slash had sent the Survivor stumbling into a 180 degree turn, allowing them to run as Predator echoed his haunting laughter.
Wendigo Predator than used his special attribute, removing the spear from his back and tossing it to hit the fleeing Survivor from a distance. This special can be used whenever, but the slasher is incapable of turning while taking aim and must collect the spear after tossing it to restock. The tunnel system played into this traits favor, however, as it forced the Survivor to run in a straight path long enough to be hit by the spear. Now with a crippled survivor, and The Entity having been fed the first two prey, Wendigo Predator would satisfy his own appetite.
The stranded Predator took hold of the survivor, flipping them over onto their front and pulling their head back. He then unholstered his Plasma Cannon, currently charged by The Entity's own will, and presses it into the back of the crippled prey's head. The cannon fires, blowing off the jaw of the victim and severing the top of the skull from the body as it falls. Wendigo then holds the skull up and, like an apple, takes a bite from it before tossing it away.
Then there was one Survivor left, the man from another world, Rex. The malnourished youth crept his way through the tunnle, evading the sights of the Predator. It'd be just his luck to learn that the closes chute he could find was in the same tunnle as Wendigo though. This would mean Rex would have to B-line it straight for the chute to survive his encounter. And that's where his special trait comes in. Being cursed himself, Rex had a nasty case of immortality, allowing him to take more punishment than other survivors, shrugging off the first hit of a Slashers blade before having to go into a cool down phase where he would be vulnerable. A quick dash past Wendigo after one swipe and Rex arrives at the chute, escaping Wendigo's second attack, the Boar Spear.
Wendigo would then let out the classic Yautja howl of rage and pain, knowing his prey has escaped him from his own home this night. All the while, Rex would flee into the wilderness, memorizing landmarks so that he could return when he has more weapons to combat the monster he had to watch slaughter others this night. The two kept warm that night, using only the hate they ignited in each others hearts. They had their reasons, they would meet again.
In life, the lost Yautja that begun the legend of The Wendigo had passed away due to an infection from the wounds it had required and left untreated on a alien world. It was no death for a warrior. The Entity had given him a second chance though. Satisfying its maddend hunger as it served what could only be described as a god in its culture. Now the Predator could continue the hunt, from now and forever.
Alright, so before I explain myself as to what the big news is, I'd like to just start things off by thanking all of you for reading this shameless self promotion of a chapter. It means a lot to know you enjoy what I'm putting out and I always like to hear feedback on what I can do better. And that's kind of what this update is about.
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