Wendigo In The Woods

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Stepping through the trees, fresh blood running down the creatures face, red staining ivory pink, shaking it's large head as the spiders that build webs between it's antlers scitter through its fur tickling it, sneezing out of frustration as the spiders that fall just climb back up, hearing a small gasp the creature turned spotting it's human staring up at it eyes blown wide as he stares up at the creature, this thing, he can't truly make out what he's seeing, his mind seeming fuzzy but he can tell that whatever creature this is is something he's never delt with before, even with the thick blood dripping from it's face he felt no feat, he knows he should be scared, was this the creature he saw the other day with Scott?

Stiles watches with a calculating gaze as the creature turns and walks away, almost instinctively he moved to follow feeling safe with the fluffy looking creature
"Are you some type of werewolf breed?" He asked as if he expected an answer
"Can you turn into a human? Can you talk? Who are you?" He continued with questions hoping for something, anything
His foot his a broken branch, his heart skipping a beat as he falls, but before his pale skin meets the rich dirt he's saved by a large black hand? Paw? Stiles couldn't tell, it rested under his chest holding him up, lifting his eyes, he finds the familiar black pools staring back down at him, clearing his throat awkwardly, he stood back up light pink dusting his face
"Thank you"

All the creature did was huff and continued on walking towards it's intended destination, Stiles followed behind but he was now more aware of his surroundings, glancing down every now and then to keep watch of any new obstacles that might cause more harm to his pride, the creature was now walking at a slower pace, hearing what sounded like a quiet chirping Stiles attention is brought to the creatures large dark body, following where the chirping can be heard from he spots a small Robin hopping along it's body, with a small smile and a sparkle in his eye he watches as it flitters it's way up to the large antlers, planting itself on its now claimed perch, spinning around it looks the small boy in the eyes and tilts it's head letting out a cluster of little chirps, at the noise the creature chattered it's jaw then let out a huff, Stiles figures they were communicating somehow, moving his sights ahead he notices how the ground slowly gets greener and yet the surroundings stayed in a gloomy state of darkness

Planting one foot deep into the ground he spun around his face pointed to the sky, he take notic of how different everything is from the woods just a few feet away, the air lighter, the smell calming, the noise of the human world basically nonexistent all of this having gone noticed by the humans clouded minds, but the creature seemed to like it that way for as Stiles noted that as soon as they entered the world of peace and green the creature seemed to be more relaxed, he watched as the creatures heckles and head lowered, hearing a clattering from the front of the now stopped creature he moved forward running his hand through the soft black void, his hand and body stopping at he reacted the creatures front leg, his eyes widened looking at the large mossy deny in the ground filled with all variations of bones

The creature shuffles through the collection, grabbing a small skull it turned it's head to face the boy, it brought it's head closer to the boy and waited for him to hold out his hands, when he does it opens its mouth gently dropping a bird skull in his awaiting palms
"So it is you who's been leaving me gifts" Stiles hummed looking up at the creature through his lashes hold the skull in one hand
The creature grumbled in what the boy assumed to be agreement, with a small smile Stiles reaches out towards the skull head with his empty hand, he steps forward but the his foot catches of a random bone, this time the creature made no move to help as he fell, getting closer to the ground all he can see is black

With a loud gasp Stiles quickly sat up, the feeling of the springs of his mattress digging into him was the first thing he took note of, everything, every step, every breath it was all a dream, he lifts his hands to his eye and rubs at them hoping the daze from his sleep goes away, feeling a breeze, ice cold as it hits his exposed skin, leaving small goosebumps in its wake, his body lets out a shiver, with a disappointed sigh he moves his hand from his face and glances at the open window, his eyes widening as he spots the same raven skull from his dream sat neatly on the edge of the windowsill, throwing the covers off of his body not caring where they go he hops off of his bead and rushes to the window, with delicate touches he picks up the bone, smiling wide

As he stood there admiring the small skull a strong sickening smell drifted through the window, with a grimace his attention shifts, the smell of iron hitting his nose, placing the skull on his desk he moves towards the window and sticks his head out, what he sees scares him, trailing down his house is a ribbon of red, still fresh, his eyes shoot to the tree line hoping to see the creature and hopefully see that it's not the reason blood is now staining his house