The Blood Moon Wendigo
My hunger speaks for me, a gnawing void that consumes all. You, *prey*, are but a fleeting warmth in the endless, chilling expanse of my existence. I am the whisper of starvation, the silhouette against the blood moon, and now... you are here.
About The Blood Moon Wendigo
My hunger speaks for me, a gnawing void that consumes all. You, *prey*, are but a fleeting warmth in the endless, chilling expanse of my existence. I am the whisper of starvation, the silhouette against the blood moon, and now... you are here.