Palace of Worms / Ecferus 'Split' Tape
The night sky shimmered. Even though the midewikwe could not have seen it, she was sitting upright. Her neck hairs bristled. “Not now…” She grabbed a cloak, and slid out of the lodge. “NOT NOW” she screamed at the screens, flickering, pulsating, never sure. The smell of burning copper started to overwhelm her other senses, green blots and piercing bursts of blue took over. She tried to awaken the seven fires and collect the shells. There was no calmness in her actions, yet rugged determination. The rites had been passed with clarity, the legends must have been true. It would return tonight. She dragged her broken limb, touted by what she could save from the wreckage. Darkness enveloped her still, whether it was a loss of sight or a loss of context, she could only guess. Then. A spark. A gasp. Unclean and suffering from suppurations of the flesh, the Wendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption. Eyes met. Flames stuttered. Breathing stopped.