[x]

The Parasite's PerspectiveA mind called across the frozen land. Take me. I am yours.

Wendigo heard. A new gust of wind kicked up and pushed between snow-powdered evergreens. A doe watching for predators while the rest of the herd foraged turned her head. She fixed her eyes on a cluster of trees, which parted with the phantom sound of cougar's claws digging into bark. She snorted and the herd scattered.

Long ago it absorbed the life energy from such creatures. It amplified the harshness of winter and fed off the weak things that succumbed to cold and starvation. That was a simple existence. With the shaman's invitation to punish those who defiled the dead it learned

ParasiteRaymond stared at the remains of the rabbit trap with slumped shoulders. Tufts of fur and spots of blood on the snow taunted him. His efforts had merely provided a wolverine with an easy meal. He sighed, turned his back on the sight, and collected an armful of firewood.

He had to stop to rest several times on his way back to the cave where his companions waited. Each time he pondered how to best break the news that they had to go to bed on empty stomachs once again. Jacques' strength was fading faster than his own, and Pierre had little hope of recovering from his fever if he did not have a meal soon. Raymond could not help but feel he would

Coyote Fights a GiantCoyote returned home from his wanderings to visit his kin. He found his sister in law, Red Fox, sitting outside her den. The fur beneath her eyes was wet with tears. He plopped himself down on the grass beside her. "Where is Gray Fox? Has that no-good brother of mine abandoned you?"

Everybody knew that Gray Fox was a kind person who would never consider doing such a thing. She glared at Coyote. "No. He was taken from me by a giant."

Coyote's ears pricked up. "Since when have giants lived here?"

Red Fox sighed. "They moved their village here a little while ago. Their chief goes out hunting every day for humans to fatten up and feast on. Gra

Browse More Like This

More from *Leonca

The White RavenIn the Creator’s Days, the Beginning Times before his father left, Wolf had only one friend. While other Animal Spirits were too insipid to deserve his attention or too irritating to tolerate, Raven’s company uplifted and inspired. Wolf spent every spare moment he could with him.

One morning he arrived at Raven’s home and presented him with a pawfull of polished stones. They glittered with colors ranging from the pale yellow of starlight to the deep gold of sunset.

“Do you think Father will approve?” Wolf said, ears tipped back and the ghost of a hopeful smile on his lips. “I spent days staring at the fla

Wolf-Bitten's WoesThe transition to corporal living made Wolf-Bitten’s head spin. Not that he had experienced decapitation yet, but with his luck he felt it could be right around the corner.

Now he was tied to a man who was tied up inside a sweat lodge. He paced the human’s mind, unable to complete the possession or abandon him to wait for a better host.

Host-Human sat hunched forward with his chin drooping against his chest. He ground his teeth and shivered.

An old man shared the sweat lodge with them. He was the medicine man of Host-Human’s tribe, and also his uncle. A handful of humans per wintering territory, and one of them just had t

View Gallery

Featured in Groups:

#Realm-of-Fantasy
Fantasy & Sci-fi Art Gallery

#Myths-and-Legends
Mythology and Fantasy

#Doctrinaire
We're better than you

Details

Submitted: January 9, 2012
Image Size: 896 KB
Resolution: 1000×461

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 21
Favourites: 36 [who?]
Views: 761 (0 today)
Downloads: 28 (0 today)

[x]

Wendigo Bloodby *Leonca

Traditional Art / Body Art / Cosmetic Application / Face & Body Paint

Hand painting symbolizing the cannibal spirit Wendigo, which turns blood to ice, nails to claws, and teeth to fangs. More information

Myth to Modern Media: WendigoAs promised in my last journal, here is the result of my research into how this mythical monster has been interpreted in modern stories. I love seeing how mythology and folk lore impacts modern culture. The wendigo is not as well known as other supernatural beings I have studied in the past, such as werewolves, but the variety of interpretations is just as impressive.

Since this is an essay-like journal I may clean it up later and submit it with more examples as a deviation. Still not sure if there would be any benefit in that. This type of analysis-based writing is fun, so I may continue later with more reviews of the Batman comics I own

Materials: body painting kit I got for Christmas

Hard to believe I have been researching and reinterpreting this myth for over half a year now. Drawing on my hands is a much older obsession, so it seemed like a good combination.

My version of Wendigo doesn’t literally have a frozen cardiovascular system, but he starts to feel like he’s melting when temperatures get above freezing. Slows him down a bit, and I guess he would be more susceptible to dying of heat stroke than a non-possessed human. He could, on the other hand, roam the wastes of Antarctica with no ill effect.