The Entity Finally Let It Out to Hunt

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There was a boy that laid possibly too-high up, lounging on one of the shelves. He knew this realm - the realm of the Pig. The Game, he recalled it being called. He wasn't allowed in it, especially after he had destroyed the majority of the basement during his first trial here. It wasn't someplace meant for a massive beast.

A beast that he wasn't, now. Despite the fact that the Entity returned his original form as a whole, he still have off a dangerous feeling. Even though he was only slightly taller than Feng Min, and seemed far too frail to do any harm to anyone, there was still something wrong about him. Perhaps it was the growls and hisses he would idly make, or how the scent of rotting flesh would radiate off of him. Whatever it was, though, there was no denying that this child had to be dangerous in some way.

Not many people noticed her presence, as she was often only around for moments before she headed out, unless she wished to talk, which was the case here. 

“I think I should be fine.” He started to climb the rest of the way down, feet hitting the ground quietly. “I mean, I don’t think it’s too happy with me most of the time anyways.” His tone hid a bit of bitterness as he reached up to mess with his hair.

He had kept his hair down, occasionally cleaning up the shaved side with bits of broken glass, or blades he could find. Overall, he was rather scrappy, thin, with scars across his cheeks and neck. However, he held himself with an odd sort of pride, almost seeming to stalk towards her. This was something strange, even dangerous, about this boy.

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Tl;dr - Traditional look is more similar to the Until Dawn look! My wendigo has the deer head, since I enjoy the aesthetic of it.

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Nope! Until Dawn's wendigo is more akin to the more traditional look of the spirit. While I take that as a "younger" form of Mingan, once he's at his prime and in the true form of the Wendigo, he possess the head similar to a deer's skull (however, the nasal ridge he has leans more towards cattle skull). However, the traditional look is being used more and more in popular media since more media is listening to various Algonquian stories to create a more faithful image.

The Until Dawn wendigo possess the frail frame and the lipless face of more traditional wendigos, but lacks the size and the lack of toes. I took the frail frame, the lack of lips and toes, and the occasional description of antlers off the traditional Wendigo for Mingan, but due to it being the more widely known design for the spirit, I gave him the animal head, ears, tail, and hunched back!

That's part of the reason for the deer theming in certain things, and the contrast between his name having been Mingan (Grey Wolf) and the fact that he ended up becoming a deer-headed savage. Not to mention that, well.. In his backstory (which I should release soon!) the Entity may have messed with him a bit.

I will post more sketches of Mingan if you guys would like.

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Mingan was cold. It was bitterly cold, and he had been dropped in the middle of Ormond. The bonfire nearby calmed his shivers as he faded in and out of sleep, snores coming out in weak growls. The way he laid was akin to that of a dog, twisted oddly to lay his head on his arm. Blood and dirt stained the dress shirt he wore, especially around the small tears throughout the shirt.

They were some distance away, ears perked, tails hanging just inches above the snow to avoid the crunching of ice. Their footfalls were nearly silent, and they preferred it that way.

Thoughts were communicated through soft guttural noises, and clicks and chirps. The pair shared a look, before finally deciding on a plan of action.

Confronting this stranger was better than just sitting and doing nothing.

Still a few feet out of arm's length, Joey approached.

A feral snarl started in the back of his throat as a reply, before he fully processed the words. Watching the two killers, he slowly recognized them - slowly. It took him too long to process it, and despite recognizing the masks, he couldn't place the names.

But Joey Taylor, ever the peacekeeper, lifted a hand, between them both.

"Woah, easy, we're all cool here, nothing's goin' on. We're just.. Having a talk, alright, folks?"

He knew that standing between one force of nature, and what he assumed was another, wasn't the best choice. But it was better than having them at each others' throats.

"Did the spider bitch drop you here." Julie grumbled.

“Right now? I was planning on trying to stay warm,” he half-snapped, but the hostility didn’t seem to fully be meant. “After all, that is a difficult feat without fur..” he mumbled the second part, finally looking away from them.

@the-ghost-face

"I mean.. Yeah, I did."

Mingan was cold. It was bitterly cold, and he had been dropped in the middle of Ormond. The bonfire nearby calmed his shivers as he faded in and out of sleep, snores coming out in weak growls. The way he laid was akin to that of a dog, twisted oddly to lay his head on his arm. Blood and dirt stained the dress shirt he wore, especially around the small tears throughout the shirt.

They were some distance away, ears perked, tails hanging just inches above the snow to avoid the crunching of ice. Their footfalls were nearly silent, and they preferred it that way.

Thoughts were communicated through soft guttural noises, and clicks and chirps. The pair shared a look, before finally deciding on a plan of action.

Confronting this stranger was better than just sitting and doing nothing.

Still a few feet out of arm's length, Joey approached.

A feral snarl started in the back of his throat as a reply, before he fully processed the words. Watching the two killers, he slowly recognized them - slowly. It took him too long to process it, and despite recognizing the masks, he couldn't place the names.