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WENDYGOES.
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@wendygoes
❝ No. I get where you're coming from, but you completely missed my point and decided to act exactly like an edgy ass dude, the exact group of people I was referring that too;
Not all humans are destructive, there are six-hundred and eightynine million people who live in poverty who are unable to have access to materials and resources to pollute the earth, or worse, used in a force labor, it makes up to more than forty percent of the world population who live in poverty.
Meanwhile, one percent are the main culprits to the mass destruction and pollution to the environment, and then shift their blame on the masses who consume their products and have no control over; manipulating them in order to starve them out.
Not to mention there are us natives who have lived sustainability and respectfully towards our environment since the dawn of our existence and we're fighting for our ways and our Earth in the place in the society that has attempted to erase us. You sound exactly like one of our enemies. If you want to hunt down humans, hunt down those that contribute to environmental issues, the rich and powerful. The one percent.
Genocide is something a fash would do and if I catch you attempting it I will not hesitate to drag your ass down to jabme-aimo ❞
" PERHAPS IT MAY HAPPEN THAT YOU
MISSED MY OWN POINT TO O ,
BUT IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE TO BE BLAMED ,
WHEREAS I DID THE SAME TOO. "
Nostrils can smell the ire in their voice, it stagnates the air like the wrath of his people.
But he shows respect, taking a heavy step back and commencing ...
dethqveen:
Eerie stood where they were without moving. Black blood seeped out of their calves and down their boots. Leaving a dark trail behind, the deep metallic scent attracted many supernaturals.
They held their breath as the creature sniffed them out, the sensation tickled their sensitive skin.
❝ Innocent? I’m far from innocent. ❞ Eerie declared sincerely.
❝ I don’t need help. ❞ They huffed stubbornly. Clearly, they did, they couldn’t walk and they’d be exposed to potentially dangerous predators living here too.
" the innocence you speak is not the one i claim. you are not prey i would hunt. "
Their claw, raised still, hovers over them as if to move closer to their GRIM wound.
" you lie. "
Is the returning declaration, FUR BRISTLES; eyes like daggers that CLEAVE through the being.
" you are not like the others. let me help. "
@dethqveen from x
THEN, THE SCENT OF IRON. Not blood the kind that humans bled, no. Something else.
DIFFERENT, somehow; innocent from the sins that were bespoken not by the SINS he PUNISHED.
" you are wounded. hunters. scorned human F I L TH responsible. "
They approach their steps silent yet heavy. Their knees bend to sniff and get the individual’s scent better.
" you are innocent. not like them . .. "
The beast’s breath is humid, full of the stench of flesh and death somehow intertwined with that of nature’s blooming life and the nectar of a flower and its thriving beauty. A slender claw rises, as if to wish to touch, but does not dare; their SKULL TILTS.
" do you need help? "

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Margaret Atwood, The Animals in That Country; from ‘Speeches for Dr Frankenstein’
He’s having a polite argument about the development of bird houses with a small hummingbird. He thrills in return every time the small avian peeps, cooing every once in a while to offer advice.
gamenu:
“Wendy…”
The name is tested carefully. Not something foreign to her, but one she wants to make sure she won’t be forgetting anytime soon.
He spoke of being a butcher of the unkind. However…everyone was unkind to one degree or another. Nicole was sure there’s been things she’s said and possibly done she regretted. Hurting someone’s feelings, and then actual physical altercations. So…what did Wendy consider unkind enough to warrant butchering?
Looking down at the name he had written in the sand, just making sure it matched the way she spoke. Not bad, not bad.
Wait.
“…Keepers? Wha’cha mean, Wendy?”
" MY KEEPERS, MY PEOPLE ... THOSE WHO BROUGHT ME INTO THIS WORLD TO PURGE IT FROM THE UNJUST. THE NAVAHUU, ELDERS OF THE LAND. "
As he speaks their name, the fauna; mostly composed of birds and avians at the moment, begin to cause a ruckus; later on joined by smaller rodents and a fawn and its father, who stomp their hooves in soft unison. It is almost as if the name Wendy had uttered invoked some sense of respect, as if the animals felt the need to cheer and show respect.
" NOT MANY ROAM THIS FOREST, WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS, NICOLE? "
inbox call for one gift-giving Wendigo.

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animal crossing blogs....
gamenu:
“Thank ya kindly.”
A compliment was a compliment, at least as far as she was concerned it was. A little…strange at the worst. But point came to point, he meant her no harm. At least as of right now. When he sat, she relaxed a little more. It made for an easier time when they were both in a rather calm manner.
“My name? ‘s Nicole.” The one her pops gave her. Of course, whatever her true name could be she knew not. As far as Nicole knows, that is her real name. Her adoptive father is the one who raised and named her, so this is who she is. Birth parents had no say in this any longer. Not that Nicole hated them, but Cyrus had been her father for far longer than anyone else. He gets every say.
Tilting her head slightly, golden eyes met those very tiny white pupils of the strange beast. “–Can I ask fer yer name too?”
" NICOLE. "
The wind and the rustling of leaves and the fiend all echo her name, for a moment, it even seemed as the trees had spoken with her voice. His affinity to the land had always made the flora speak with him, scream with him, share his pain, his guilt and his joy.
The ravens, last of the chorus, join in too, cawing out her name in a raspy display of vocals.
The beast’s long fingers begin to trail shapes and lines in the ground before her as he begins to speak.
" I AM THE FAIRHOUND, KEEPER OF THE LAND; BUTCHER OF THE UNKIND. "
When he finishes, there are five letters that display the name he soon announces.
" HOWEVER, MY KEEPERS CALL ME WENDY. "
clever little girl:
“…”
So…he can speak. That’s…a new level of freaky. And he appeared to be judging her. This was definitely something to think about. Something to worry about.
He spoke of her being innocent, but it was still confusing. What was she innocent of? And then…was she naive? How should she answer this?
“…Ta be hones’, I dunno how ta answer ya, Pardner. I mean, on one hand I don’ think I did nuffin’ warrantin’ me no harm. Bu’ on tha otha hand, I don’ know youse. No’ sayin’ yer bad ‘er nuffin’. Bu’ i’s kinda like…ya look guilty an’ stuff if ya run. Makes predators chase an’ stuff. So I figured keepin’ calm would work better. ‘sides, I’m pretty sure youse would catch me even if I had a ten minu’e head star’. Runnin’ would only stress me ou’ more.”
His voice is like the wind, like leaves dragging across decaying grass, like the howl of air past the creek of a hollow tree, it’s the prospect of nature’s guardian, always there yet never truly in one place.
" SO YOU ARE SMART. "
A strange grin grows in the beast’s fangs, the sight of bone accomodatiing emotion is ... something of a thing to witness. Having watched her sit, he does the same, setting down on his haunches with claws idle between long legs.
" SHE WHO KNOWS NO FEAR IN HEART AND BODY, KNOWS TRULY SHE IS INNOCENT OF JUDGMENT.BESIDES, I AM NO PREDATOR. NOT TO YOU. "
A murder of crows caw in the distance, some flutter into the scene, settling upon the fiend’s horns, tilting heads at the girl.
" WHAT IS YOUR NAME, CLEVER LITTLE GIRL? "
pollyannastic:
“Nature’s revenge?” Jack asked, concern and fear splayed in his golden features—he only blinked once throughout this ordeal as he feared he could be snapped up within a blink.
He needed to play this creature’s game. Perhaps they weren’t a resident and didn’t know you SHOULDN’T eat other animals as they’re just as sentinent as himself. They have aspirations, and goals, and dreams. He thought of calling the police, but he knew it would be near impossible to contain this creature.
“Mother’s traitors? What MAKES a traitor? And who…who is mother?” Jack questioned, gaining a bit of his vigor back.
" FOOLISH PUP. "
They draw closer, grinning a wicked smile as fangs bare and tongue reveals in a mocking display. Each four-legged step marks the land, leaving long, jagged prints.
" THE DISRESPECT OF THE WORLD THAT BROUGHT THEM.
TO NOT GIVE BACK AND BITE AT THE WORLD THAT BROUGHT YOU IS TO SPIT UPON NATURE'S WORK,IF THEY ARE TO EXPLOIT US, WHY ARE WE NOT TO HARVEST THEM RIGHT BACK~? "
The powerful scent of blood and sulfur.
" THE LAND GROWS HUNGRY TOO, AFTER ALL, AND SOMETIMES IT CANNOT SELF-SUSTAIN. "
shiningsilverarmor:
Despite the obvious amounts of drool on his work station and the fact the head could be someone’s companion he considered the head at least to be a nice decoration ontop of it.
“I’d recommend a creature a tad smaller should you clearly choke.” that even included warm tea given by him to soothe their throat. “There is a lake nearby even as well for fish.”
" ... "
A silent brooding, he was being talked to just like CA’LLO addressed him often times. It made him feel ... how do they call it in their tongue ... foolish.
" IT WAS A HARMLESS MISTAKE. I CANNOT DIE.
AND YOU SHOULD GET A SHIRT, ISN'T IT INDECENT TO ROAM IN NO FURS OR CLOTHS? "
He begrudgingly takes the tea cup in two fingers, staring into it.

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xaallo:
“The one not hacking up a dog carcass.” Xaallo deadpans, his muzzle wrinkling, “ Poor thing probably had a family sick the death worried about it. Oh well, circle of life, I suppose.”
He might not’ve been native to earth, but Xaallo could recognize an anomaly when he saw one. Nostrils flair– when he smelled one.
A grim chuckle as the fiend rears up, rising to its towering height of ten feet, a claw rising to trail it’s throat, and then his chest. All the fur there is matted with blood.
" CIRCLE OF LIFE.
WHAT WOULD SOMEONE LIKE YOU KNOW OF THE CIRCLE OF LIFE? SOMEONE AS SELFISH AS YOU? AS FOOLISH AS AN INTERLOPER WHO DISRESPECTS THE KEEPER OF THE LANDS THAT HAVE TREATED HIM AS FAIRLY AS IT CAN AFFORD TO . "
A slow gaze tossed behind him. There is a trail of blood that leads further into the canopy.
" BESIDES, THERE IS NO FAMILY TO RETURN TO. NOT ANYMORE. "
Back to Xaallo, the WENDIGO sits on his haunches once more, an exhale; the stench of blood within.
" YOU SHOULD RUN ALONG, LITTLE PUP . BEFORE YOU R TONGUE STRAYS TOO FAR AND HURTS ITS BEARER. "
naive or worthy?
For a moment, they seemed relatively okay with her petting them. Which…in hindsight might not have been the best idea. Just because they were not lashing out at the moment didn’t mean they weren’t going to do it at all.
When they recoiled, Nicole didn’t move. It was better letting them process this on their own rather than trying to actually force the matter at hand. No sudden movements, nothing that could be considered a threat.
After a moment, Nicole slowly sat on the ground. At least now she was…once again smaller. Or at least would appear smaller to them. Less threatening by all accounts. Maybe they would decide to let her live or whatever. Cause out running this thing was not in the cards today.
An internal rumble, a growl that is borne out of indecision. Seconds must feel like minutes, to the fiend, they feel like hours. He felt out of his element. Eventually, decisiveness rises to his chest and his features embolden with the necessity to know her motives.
" INNOCENT CHILD, WORTHY OF MOTHER'S DOUBT.
YOU ... SHOW NO FEAR.
ARE YOU SMART TO KNOW YOU ARE ABSOLVED FROM HARM, OR SIMPLY ... NAIVE? "