Eternal
You’ve come this far, no sense in running back home now especially not from rabbits, even if they are possessed by wendigo spirits.
“Come on let’s get to that ruin of yours, hopefully we’ll be less out in the open there!” you shout slashing out at the nearest bunch of bunnies.
“It should be nearby, this way!”
The pair of you run chopping up rabbits along the way as the “little” nippers are hopping after you and occasionally leaping on you and get a few bites in. This might all be very comical if your life wasn’t in mortal danger. After about fifteen minutes of this, you’re still practically waist deep in rabbits and no closer to your goal. You’re starting to regret your initial decision.
“Ulivik, what the fuck man? I though you said it was close by?!”
“It is! It is! I just need to look at my map again!” Ulivik says fumbling with his map.
“Ulivik we don’t have time for all that! We’re getting surrounded, and like normal rabbits they seem to have multiplied severely. They’re going to wear us down by attrition if this keeps up.”
“Hold on I, agh!”
White rabbits, which were blending into the snow, suddenly pop up and bite at the legs and ankles of you and Ulivik. This causes Ulivik to fall to his hands and knees in the snow as they continue their attack.
“Get off! Get off!” he shouts killing them, unfortunately one the rabbits jumps on his back and with his teeth takes the amulet chain and leaps off with it.
“Ulivik no! Your amulet! We need to get the fuck outta here now!”
“Arrrrgh! My head feels like it’s going to explode! Shut up! Shut up!” Ulivik yells.
The mental assault has already begun and you tell Ulivik to quickly try to think about other things and drown out the wendigo voices, he’s obviously in pain though. In the meantime you’re attempting to drag him back the way you came while still fighting off rabbits.
More and more of the ferocious furballs leap on to you and Ulivik, and sure enough your own amulet chain is eventually broken off as well.
“Welcome back Bane of Rask, we always knew you’d come back.” You hear in your head and then a gray rabbit the size of a bear comes bounding out of a hole in the ground. It is at this point, the wendigos make their awful howl in unison. Ulivik screams in pain and you’re not feeling so great yourself, but you refuse to be beaten by an overgrown rabbit.
You quickly run over to the wendigo leader and hack at its head, putting out one of its eyes. The beast roars and succeeds in smacking you to the ground with its claws.
“Foolish mortal! You cannot hope to win this battle! Give up now and let me take over…”
You ignore the taunts of the wendigo leader, you ignore the whispers of the wendigos’ mental assault, you ignore the countless bites into your flesh from their hosts. You just focus on one thing. Killing that gray sonofabitch.
You roll out of the way the leader’s attack and shove your sword in his side and then using your dagger you put out his other eye. Blind and still enraged he clumsily tries to lash out against you with his claws again, but once again you dodge and pulling your sword of his side, you shove it into his head this time and twist it back and forth making sure it cuts through skull, brains and everything else.
“You haven’t won…” you hear in your head while stomping on some nearby rabbits still biting at your ankles. Ulivik is staggering towards you with a trail of his own dead rabbits in his wake.
“Ulivik, come on we still need to get outta here, before the leader regroups with a new body!” you say and grab at Ulivik to help pull him towards you. Ulivik stares at you blankly for a moment, and then his demeanor changes to a less friendly one.
Your heart sinks knowing what has happened, and you try to let go, but his own grip becomes very tight as his nails dig into your flesh.
“I told you, you couldn’t win.”
In Ulivik’s body, the wendigo is much quicker than you and manages to knock your sword out of your hand and then knock you to the ground. You scramble for your weapon, but you feel a kick to your head followed by a couple of stomps to it. Bloody and dazed, you lose consciousness before you are made into the wendigo’s long awaited meal.
“Come on let’s get to that ruin of yours, hopefully we’ll be less out in the open there!” you shout slashing out at the nearest bunch of bunnies.
“It should be nearby, this way!”
The pair of you run chopping up rabbits along the way as the “little” nippers are hopping after you and occasionally leaping on you and get a few bites in. This might all be very comical if your life wasn’t in mortal danger. After about fifteen minutes of this, you’re still practically waist deep in rabbits and no closer to your goal. You’re starting to regret your initial decision.
“Ulivik, what the fuck man? I though you said it was close by?!”
“It is! It is! I just need to look at my map again!” Ulivik says fumbling with his map.
“Ulivik we don’t have time for all that! We’re getting surrounded, and like normal rabbits they seem to have multiplied severely. They’re going to wear us down by attrition if this keeps up.”
“Hold on I, agh!”
White rabbits, which were blending into the snow, suddenly pop up and bite at the legs and ankles of you and Ulivik. This causes Ulivik to fall to his hands and knees in the snow as they continue their attack.
“Get off! Get off!” he shouts killing them, unfortunately one the rabbits jumps on his back and with his teeth takes the amulet chain and leaps off with it.
“Ulivik no! Your amulet! We need to get the fuck outta here now!”
“Arrrrgh! My head feels like it’s going to explode! Shut up! Shut up!” Ulivik yells.
The mental assault has already begun and you tell Ulivik to quickly try to think about other things and drown out the wendigo voices, he’s obviously in pain though. In the meantime you’re attempting to drag him back the way you came while still fighting off rabbits.
More and more of the ferocious furballs leap on to you and Ulivik, and sure enough your own amulet chain is eventually broken off as well.
“Welcome back Bane of Rask, we always knew you’d come back.” You hear in your head and then a gray rabbit the size of a bear comes bounding out of a hole in the ground. It is at this point, the wendigos make their awful howl in unison. Ulivik screams in pain and you’re not feeling so great yourself, but you refuse to be beaten by an overgrown rabbit.
You quickly run over to the wendigo leader and hack at its head, putting out one of its eyes. The beast roars and succeeds in smacking you to the ground with its claws.
“Foolish mortal! You cannot hope to win this battle! Give up now and let me take over…”
You ignore the taunts of the wendigo leader, you ignore the whispers of the wendigos’ mental assault, you ignore the countless bites into your flesh from their hosts. You just focus on one thing. Killing that gray sonofabitch.
You roll out of the way the leader’s attack and shove your sword in his side and then using your dagger you put out his other eye. Blind and still enraged he clumsily tries to lash out against you with his claws again, but once again you dodge and pulling your sword of his side, you shove it into his head this time and twist it back and forth making sure it cuts through skull, brains and everything else.
“You haven’t won…” you hear in your head while stomping on some nearby rabbits still biting at your ankles. Ulivik is staggering towards you with a trail of his own dead rabbits in his wake.
“Ulivik, come on we still need to get outta here, before the leader regroups with a new body!” you say and grab at Ulivik to help pull him towards you. Ulivik stares at you blankly for a moment, and then his demeanor changes to a less friendly one.
Your heart sinks knowing what has happened, and you try to let go, but his own grip becomes very tight as his nails dig into your flesh.
“I told you, you couldn’t win.”
In Ulivik’s body, the wendigo is much quicker than you and manages to knock your sword out of your hand and then knock you to the ground. You scramble for your weapon, but you feel a kick to your head followed by a couple of stomps to it. Bloody and dazed, you lose consciousness before you are made into the wendigo’s long awaited meal.
