#wendigo!canada

[regalclaw]

I didn’t hetalia in years

yes this is hetalia shit. MythoTalia shit, to be exact. srsly when was the last time i drew a hetalia stuff

[opperationpecan]

Hetaween Crew -

Devil!Prussia (x)

Wendigo!Canada (x)

Vampire!Wy (x)

Hetalia Day, Vancouver, BC, Canada 2014

Photo by: Stephen Melvin (x)

[nanigram]

Commission for Virustrip by Nanihoo

[thenaiads]

Winter Eyes

After a scarring encounter in the woods, Alfred is reunited with his long-lost brother, though 'Matty' is slightly... different.

[Eventual Wendigo!CanadaxAmerica]

Out of all the things to notice first, it was his eyes. Purple specks that managed to catch the light, drowned in a border of shadowed black. Sunken, unblinking, inhuman in every possible way. They caught my eyes and stared in return, a stalemate of predator and prey.

I shifted on my feet. Weight from one side to the other. The creature noticed

It moved closer, legs bent at the knees like those of a deer. I watched as the shadows of the trees fell from its skin, revealing a stretched canvass of snow-white that caught every valley and ridge of bone as it passed over the body. Ankles, knees, ribs—all were caught with such startling clarity that it surprised me, for a moment, that this creature managed to stay alive. How could any creature, monster or not, manage to live in such an emaciated body?

The next thing that I noticed, as my eyes travelled upwards, was its collarbone, then its chin and jaw and mouth. Unhealed wounds wove their arms around the creature's lips, a startling contrast of deep red against the white skin. Dried blood stretched its arms down the creature's neck and onto its chest. Fresh blood dripped from its mouth onto the snow at its feet, a steady rhythm in such a quiet atmosphere. The blood did quite a good job of giving the creature the convincing look of I-just-murdered-something-and-ripped-its-throat-out-with-my-teeth, which was not a look that I necessarily needed to stare in the face.

And then, just as the shivers had made their way from the back of my neck to my tailbone, I noticed its horns—previously shadowed by the overhanging forest, they emerged from the creature's dirty, golden hair like concentrated barbed wire. They reminded me of a deer's antlers, if the soft velvet had been worn away to reveal a wooden black underneath.

The entire creature, minus the blood dripping from its mouth, looked like a badly put-together skeleton with a white sheet stretched over it. It was, in every way possible, the single most horrifying creature that I had ever laid eyes on.

I screamed.

And ran.

From the clearing, the creature looked on, unmoving. I could feel the gaze of its violet eyes digging into the back of my neck as I made for the road.

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[kirono]

Wendigo Matthew. Oop I almost forgot about this haha

[randomhatthief]

I am so happy this is a thing you don't understand. 

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