#wendigo!matthew

[scarletpath]

You better watch out (PruCan fic)

Okay, well, I had to write up a little something when I thought of this idea. I really love it and I have a lot more ideas for this AU but I couldn’t fit all of them in this short story. :P Okay, warning!!! Has mentions of gore and blood. We’re dealing with Wendigos here of course. And obvious mentions of dead children because of.. you know.. Krampus. If you’re okay with that, carry on. I tried to not go into great detail about that stuff.

When most people think of Christmas, they think of Santa. Not St. Nicholas, but more of the Coke a Cola rendition of him. Sees you when your sleeping, knows if you've been bad or good, that sort of thing. Which is true in most parts but no one thinks of the Yule Lord. The one that punishes the bad and rotten children and teens, takes the souls of the ones who are really bad to Hell and eats their flesh. Krampus. Some would think that he was St. Nicholas's enemy but in fact they work together. Krampus would always make sure that he would not harm a single hair on any good child or anyone who didn't deserve his punishments. Truth be told, he doesn't have the heart to harm any good children and cherishes them. He wasn't actually 'evil', just a necessary chaos to keep the balance of things. It was a hard job though, spanking children, kidnapping, traveling, ect. It's unfortunate that he couldn't reach all of his intended targets. There are those that do fall through the cracks. Donald Trump was one of them. A mistake he greatly regrets.  

It was a cold night. The sky was clear and the stars shone brightly. The shadows in the forest was as thick as a blanket. But that didn't bother him. He was use to dark places. He found it to be rather comfortable. The cold didn't bother him but that didn't stop him from building a small campfire. The flames cast eerie dancing shadows and odd shapes. If anyone was unfortunate to stumble across his resting place, they would've seen a large figure with a thick, ragged fur coat draped over him, sitting and hunched forward by the fire. Beside him was a pile of rusted chains and a large, oddly bulging sack with dark stains. If one would approach the 'man' even further they would see two large, thick goat-like black horns jutting out from his snow white hair. Eyes that glowed like hot coals. Sharp teeth biting down on a half eaten human heart with clawed hands.  

It was very quiet. Almost too quiet. Gilbert noticed this as he took in the environment. He wasn't worried as he knew he could take care of himself. He continued to nibble on his meal but looked out into the darkness past the trees. The occasional soft crunch of snow made his long, pointed ears twitch. It seemed to come from all around him. Close but just out of reach of the fire's light. As if something was circling him. Observing him. It was soo quick and quiet that he knew it wasn't human but also not animal. There would've been more thrashing and crunching sounds. Taking another slow bite out of the heart in his hand, he noticed a fast blur go by. What was out there seemed to become bit more bolder. More brave. Deciding to test the waters, so to speak, he tossed what he was eating near the shadows unaffected by the fire. He didn't have to wait long until he saw a long bony arm stick out and quickly snatch watch was tossed. Soon the sound slurping and teeth clashing broke the silence.  

Gilbert grew curious as well as amused. Without removing his gaze, he reached into his bloody sack and gripped whatever limb his hand made contact with. With a quick twist and pull, he managed to pull off a arm by the elbow. Holding the limb out in front of him, he waved it slightly, beckoning what was out there to come closer. Slowly a head peered  out from the bushes. Gilbert's eyes widened with awe at what he saw. The first thing he noticed was the eyes. They glowed almost like his own but they were a beautiful icy violet. The others skin was very pale. As if it never seen the light of day. Matted golden hair crowned the others face and on top of the head sprouted long twisted antlers. Gilbert found himself holding his breath. He never seen someone soo beautiful. He wanted to see more of the other. Waving his peace offering again, the beautiful creature stared at it hungerly but quickly cast a fearful glance over to his campfire.

He didn't need to be told what the other was thinking. Standing up onto his cloven feet, he swept his fur cloak over the fire and it instantly went out. Leaving nothing but dying embers. Again Gilbert reached out with the severed arm. The other quickly glanced around before cautiously crouching down. A worried look was etched on his face but his purple eyes remained wide. Almost innocent like. Gilbert was able to see what the other looked like. A tall body with long limbs, thin and bony, sharp nails, pale fur that grew on parts of his body, a long tail and instead of cloven feet like his, it was more claw like. Something meant for fast running and attacking. A hand quickly lashed out and snatched the limb from his hand and the other revealed a row of sharp teeth as he bit down on it. The other didn't seem to care what part he was eating. He chewed through the tough ligaments and bone as if it was as soft as butter. It wasn't long until there was nothing left. All that was left was a blood smear over his mouth. The other then stared at him then quickly glanced at his sack before looking at him again, tilting his head to the side. Gilbert couldn't resist awwing out before reaching in again to fetch more flesh for his hungry visitor.

It didn't take long before the two were seated on a old log, Gilbert's arm draped over the other, wrapping his cloak around both of them. And Matthew, as his name turned out to be, happily snuggled in close to his side, lightly gnawing on a femur bone.

[swedishsalad-blog]

*is intrigued by wendigo!matthew ????*

[smieska]

I want to eat you alive but something is telling me  ... don’t

[gluttonouscrimson]

Delivery For... (Open)

Living in a large city was often hard at times. More people, well actually more like more humans to look out for. Keeping ones identity could be difficult in this new time of age. Though, with this newer time came ignorance. Something that many non humans are relieved about. The belief in the supernatural and the other worldly was laughable to the humans. So maybe in a way, living in this time was actually much easier. But with it came strict rules to keep their identities safe. Even though many of them could easily kill a human, they were no match for human technology and weaponry and they were easily out numbered. Feet dangled over the edge of a high rise Hotel. Sitting on the edge he leaned back slightly. Breathing in slowly through his nose, Matthew closed his eyes as he arched his face to the night sky. He tried to ignore the pungent smell of car exhaust and the odd smells that the city accumulated. Even in his more humanoid form, his sense of smell was still top notch. He was more focused on the light cool breeze that drifted along the roof tops of the tall buildings. A hand came down to lightly hold the bag that was against his side. He was a messenger. A deliverer. It was his job among the monster population and he was good at it. Being able to hide among humans, his unnatural speed and agility all came in handy for such a job. He loved jumping along the roof tops, leaping from fire escapes, climbing walls like some parkour expert. Working at night time made his easy for him to travel unnoticed. The worst that could happen was that he would catch the corner of someone's eye. But by the time they took a second look, he would've been long gone. Sighing, he stood up from his spot. He was completely unaffected by how close his feet were from the edge. Walking over to the center of the roof, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out two pieces of paper. One was a ticket for his ration of human meat. These tickets were only given to those who needed to eat humans. Normally the humans used were escaped convicts, amputated limbs from the hospital, missing bodies, etc. The other piece of paper was the address of where he had to deliver the package. Giving it a once over, he ran off into the direction of his last delivery.

[smieska]

happy (incredibly) belated bday, sweetie!

“I’m really sorry you had to see him like that, Arthur.” Alfred says quietly, shotgun lying across his lap. He shifts, and the gun shifts with him against the wool of the blanket that then Alfred pulls higher up to his waist. “I know Matt wouldn’t have wanted it, either. He’s going to be so embarrassed.”

Arthur remains silent, closes his eyes.

Between them, the silence rages on, deep and prickling, blanketing them. The lake gleams like glass under the stars, casting moonlight into the shadowed recesses of the forest.

His name echoes in the wind, soft and gentle against his cheek. Arthur trembles, thinks of Matthew’s honey-sweet voice calling him, coaxing him into the dense forest that looms just at their shoulders.

He thinks of Matthew’s bloodied mouth, and the carcasses of the family of five just across the lake.

Arthur tastes bile at the back of his throat.

He realizes Alfred has been calling his name.

“Just remember: this isn’t Matthew.” Alfred murmurs, certain, nodding to himself. “Keep saying that.”

“How long have you known?” He asks, hoarsely. His name in the trees gets louder as the wind picks up. It gets colder even before he starts speaking again. “I thought you couldn’t see magical creatures.”

“Usually I don’t.” Alfred replies, frowning. “But…this isn’t exactly a creature. And this isn’t really magic. At least, not like your faeries or unicorns. This isn’t even…” He pauses, staring hard at the campfire between them. “This is something older, uglier. Meaner.” He looks at Arthur, mouth in a thin line. “It was here before us. It’ll be here after us.”

The embers across the lake still smolder.

Arthur tries to sleep.

(He thinks of gleaming eyes in the darkness, his voice whispered over and over while the leaves rustling turns to thunder.)

--

He wakes up when the sky is still grey and the air is cold. He breathes out, his breath freezing in the early morning air.

Alfred is awake, watching him, like he never fell asleep.

“I’m going to go after him in a little bit.” Alfred says quietly. “I’m going to kill him, okay?”

He says it like a question, but the hard look in his eyes make Arthur believe that it really isn’t up for debate.

“I’m going to shoot him, hack him apart, and then set him on fire.” Alfred continues, carefully, voice even. “I want you to stay in this circle. No matter what, Arthur, stay here.”

“What if you need—“

“The first time I did this, Matthew and I were kids. I don’t need help.”

--

Arthur hears Alfred screaming and staying still is the hardest thing he has ever had to do.

--

Alfred comes back a few hours later, a bag dragging behind him. He smells like rot and wet dirt and blood. His expression is grim.

“Come on.” He sighs, not even pausing. “Maybe we can make it to McDonalds before they stop serving breakfast.”

--

“I think he ate my liver once.” Alfred begins, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “I woke up, covered in my blood. My side hurt something awful, like a chunk of it was missing. Turns out, a few pounds of flesh were just ripped away.” He laughs, but it lacks humor.

Arthur puts down his cold cup of tea.

“You picked one hell of a time to remember him.” Alfred continues, like Arthur hasn’t pushed away his food, his bitter tea. Alfred’s already finished his McMuffins, his hashbrowns, and three cups of coffee. He’s even popped a button on his jeans for comfort while driving. “You shouldn’t have come with me.”

Arthur murmurs, “I missed him. I hadn’t seen him in months.”

“You probably shouldn’t tell him you were with me.” His face is serious, something soft in the curve of his mouth when he looks at the backseat where the bag of Matthew’s limbs sits. “He thinks the world of you.”

“He kil—“

“He’s done it before.”

“There were children—“

Alfred gives him a sharp look, pressing harder on the brakes than necessary. He stares for a long time. At length, he says, “It wasn’t him. You have to remember it wasn’t him. You have to keep telling yourself that or else you’ll go crazy, too.”

There’s something like pity in his gaze, and Arthur just nods.

--

They return to the motel on the edge of town. The forest looms just behind it, trees like specters in the dense fog. Arthur remembers how Matthew had disappeared into those woods, like he had never been there, and how Alfred had later followed, melting into the shadows between the tree trunks.

These woods are nothing like the ones he remembers in his land. These ones seem older, hiding something primeval, long-forgotten things in the shadow of their trunks, under their flushed canopies.

Arthur trembles and hurries into their shared room.

There is nothing safe about these woods.

Alfred’s already spread out Matthew’s limbs. He’s got one of Matthew’s slender, skeletal hands in his, and it’s pressed to Alfred’s cheek. It’s a little macabre, but almost sweet when Alfred kisses Matthew’s knuckles with a sigh before he drops the hand back on the bed.

“You brought your sewing kit, right?”

--

Together, with care, they put back the charred bits and pieces of Matthew, stopping, lingering over his emaciated limbs.

It must be wrong, must be obscene, but it turns into a labor of love, an act of worship, as they piece together Matthew’s body parts, sewing him back with neat, even stitches.

Alfred catches sight of his face as he’s threading a needle, and he raises an eyebrow.

“I can take it from here, Artie.”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah? Then could you stop caressing his lower jaw? I need to somehow fit that next.”

--

“You said the first time this happened, you and Matthew were children.”

Alfred looks up, still puzzling with some of Matthew’s organs. He’s holding a spleen.

“Yeah.” He looks down at the spleen. “I don’t really know. I just woke up one night and Matthew…was gone. I was afraid. I couldn’t find him. I remember hearing my name and I remember…I remember knowing I shouldn’t have gone outside.” His eyes go distant, head tilting. “So many people had warned me, warned us both. But there was a blizzard, Matthew told me, and someone gave him stew and…” Alfred trails off, catching himself. He frowns. “Anyway, I went even though I shouldn’t have. And I remember something was following me. It came from the bushes. I ran.”

“And?”

“It was faster. I managed to grab a rock. I bashed it in the head, over and over. It was small. And I was always stronger. When it stopped moving, I realized it had Matthew’s eyes.”

He doesn’t know what’s on his face, but it makes Alfred flinch and look away. “And then when Matthew came back, I asked him. And he told me.”

“He knows?”

“You don’t transform into a human flesh-eating monster every few years, terrorize hunters, and just not remember.”

“Why did neither of you—“

“Our monsters aren’t your monsters. You wouldn’t have believed us.” Alfred interrupts, tone bitter. “You tried so hard…we tried so hard to forget, to erase. But it didn’t work. Monsters might be born from people, but they don’t die with them. They just wait.”

--

Matthew wakes up the next evening, pale and shivering. Alfred presses up against him under the sheets, and Matthew cries into his shoulder.

Arthur remains silent because he knows if Matthew sees him, so much as hears him, well those sobs might not stay so quiet.

--

Matthew falls asleep, uneasily to be sure, but he sleeps.

Alfred hasn’t sleep in days, Arthur is certain, but he keeps vigil, one hand in Matthew’s hair, the other up on the pillow.

Arthur watches them both from his own bed.

He doesn’t sleep, either. 

[scarletpath]

After much thought, I'm going to make a Wendigo Matthew RP blog. Calling it Gluttonous Crimson. But... I need an awesome theme for it. D: I really suck at making themes. *creys*

Even though I've been on Tumblr for a while, I am such a noob when it comes down to customizing my Tumblr page. I see everyone elses pages and they're soo pretty and shiny.

So I guess... If anyone could help me, or even make one for me, I'll do a Fanfic of your choice. Anything you want. Name your price. I'll pay in fanfics!

Now about my 'hopefully' future RP blog, I guess it would be a more of a Mature kind. Any pairing, though, I would probably ask for Monster/supernatural/mythical versions of Hetalia characters. Since I'm sure a human character won't last with a Wendigo. I'm very flexable about plot, pairings, content, ect.

And to those who do have RP blogs... I'm pretty exprienced in RPing, though, I've never done it on Tumblr. I write detailed, lengthy, story like responses and I like to have fun when writing.

So, um... if anyone could help me, I would be eternally greatful. *bows*

[scarletpath]

A while back I did a Rp with my friend using Wendigo!Matthew. And I'll tell you, it was really interesting. The setting was completely AU, so that they were not countries. A Hellsing *the movie not anime* / Fable *a game* type of world. Anyways, I had a theory about Matthew's character.

A Wendigo's food source use to be plentiful, but with the expanding of villages, cities and roads, it made it hard for Wendigo's to come across their prey. *Since they live in the wild* So they had to adapt. Matthew was smart enough to figure out that he could control his hunger with a mix of Humans and normal food. That if he had some human flesh once or twice a week to lessen his cravings, combined with filling his stomach with normal food to fight back his hunger pains, he was able to think clearly and act more human. He was able to freely change between his Wendigo form and his human one as long as he wasn't afflicted with his hunger. So he made his way to a small village near a large city by the ocean. He made his living as a Hunter, selling skins and meat to the people. Being a Wendigo made this a very easy living, but no one knew what he really was. He made sure that when he picks out a human to eat, he wouldn't kill anyone innocent. Usually he would go to the city and find some 'un-desirable' person and get them. He would store the bodies in his cellar so that he would always have a readily available source of human meat.

Matthew normally stays by himself and doesn't interact with the locals very much. All the money he earns usually doesn't get spent since his main focus is work and surviving and not having fun or buying nice things. His prize possession happens to be a bed that he made himself. The matress is filled with goose down, making it insanely comfortable. That is his guilty pleasure. Comfort. Now, a thing about Wendigo's is that they only die if their heart melts. Not wanting to risk death, Matthew removes his heart and hides it away in a ice cave up in the mountains. Though, it is still connected to him through magic.

Using this character, I found that his personality is a mix of Human intelligence and animal instinct. Though, he's very awkward with being human and tends to be curious and almost innocent in a way. With my friend's character she used (some type of Mountain Lion Wereman/ other Hetalia character), Matthew acted like an Alpha/puppy. <3 Domestically he is very dominate and in bed he's unsure of himself. He's very unexperienced and only follows his instincts, so depending on the situation, he can be both. Though, he loves taking in the other's scent and taste. Inside and out. (he has a long tongue *shot* ) It's almost terrifying having him slowly change into his Wendigo form as he gets further into the sex, but he would never harm the other. (Whom he starts to think he is his mate) In an act to show his trust, he would place gentle nibbles with his sharp teeth in sensitive and vital areas of the other. Showing him that he would never hurt him. Basically, once he finds someone to live beside, he's very loyal and faithful. Plus he would do random things to show and prove to the other that he is a good provider. *kinda a primative/loving way of keeping a mate*

Ah, sorry. I really felt like putting this up here. I thought it would be interesting for those who really like Wendigo!Matthew. To show them that there is a way you can use him in pairings and such. :3

[scarletpath]

Just a bunch of doodles of Wendigo Matthew that I did at work. I told ya that I would be drawing a bunch of him. :P