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[wikwakmakkapitew]

Excerpt From A Faded Journal

Mommy thought I wouldn’t run away because I’m too much of a scardy cat. I’m not a scardey cat. I’m 8 years old now and I’m not scared of anethig! Besides Mommy’s new boyfreind is gross. I hope they break up becuz of this

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Maybe I sholdn’t run away on a trip. I tried to find my way back but I can’t. Its cold and I miss mommy.

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I tried to slep but its too dark out here. I miss my nighty

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I herd something really scary. I hope mommy finds me soon. ~~~~

I’m a scardey cat. I’m scared. I want to go home. The scary thing is louder

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Mommy plese find me

[notameathead]

wikwakmakkapitew replied to your post:alright tbhtbh I kinda wanna play ic CAH again...

{{Can I communicate in nothing but skrees and dead baby jokes?}}

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[wikwakmakkapitew]

Excerpt From a Faded Journal

I don’t like this. We were supposed to go to Kananaskis for our ski trip, but our hotel double booked us. Everywhere else was booked except for that expensive hotel on Lake Louise until Sunday. I guess Blackwood Resort is the only place we could find on such short notice, but I still don’t like it. Something about this place feels wrong. ======= Woke up in the middle of the night because I heard something moving outside. Tried looking out my window, but I didn’t really see anything. I figured it was nothing, tried to go back to sleep. Then I heard this terrible howl/scream/noise. It sounded like something out of those horror movies. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I want off this mountain. ======== On my way back to Kananaskis. Three days on the Sunshine slopes should get rid of this awful feeling I have. Tried to talk Ted and Anna out of skiing on Blackwood, but they didn’t listen. They thought I was overreacting when I told them aobut the scream. They said they may as well spend some time here before going back to Kananaskis since we won’t get a hotel anyways. I’d rather camp out in Glacier Pass then stay another night on this mountain.

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&&. ( monstrosity. )

( █ ▒┊╳ continued from ✘ )

the strident fracture of a nearby branch prompts her to S T A R T L E somewhat, yet she’s commanding herself to persist with her equanimity. ( don’t freak out, it’s probably just a deer or something - but are deer even capable of screeching like that? ) her motion is controlled yet dubious, the luminescence from the device grasped within taut digits illuminating a small division of the woodland before her. conifers stretched out as far as the eye could see, pristine flakes of snow delicately drifting from the heavens. surely the lodge couldn’t be that far away, && all that was necessary was to gain her B E A R I N G S in order to successfully locate the correct route back.

                                              okay beth, just breathe. breathe.

obscure T E N D R I L S of breath emanate from pastel lips as she swallows, endeavoring to recall her sense of direction prior to this particular moment. how complex could it possibly be? simply navigating a few stray paths before she’d be able to relax within the S A F E T Y of the washington lodge. tentative footsteps disturb the freshly distributed blanket of snow as she proceeds, ( subconsciously imploring that she’s alone. )

                                                           if only that were the case.

[wikwakmakkapitew]

Horror headcanon time.

The Makkapitew hasn’t actually gone centuries being undefeated, It has been killed multiple times, but it always finds a new person to possess on the mountain. Most wendigo will retain some scraps of their former lives, but not those possessed by the Makkapitew. Over years, the Makkapitew’s mind consumes that of the former inhabitant of their body. It may take a few months, it may take several years, but eventually, the host mind is lost. Perhaps the Makkapitew has no mind of its own anymore; it is merely an amalgamation of countless wendigo with long forgotten memories, each with scraps of their past, all feebly struggling. None survive. Only the Makkapitew remains, for it consumes even itself. Hannah was one of the few who managed to fight it, and the one who won.

[watchedhimdie-blog]

[Text]: Swiggity swooty, I'm coming for that booty~ ;)

Text RP Starters .

[ text ignored because Chris has thrown his phone across the room and ran for his motherfucking life screaming: “NOPE NOPE NOPE NOT TODAY! NOT FUCKING TODAY!” ]

[wikwakmakkapitew]

Excerpt from a faded journal

Its watching. Its watching and It knows It knows It knows

Ted and I have been down here for ages. I’m so hungry and I see Ted and

It knows It knows It knows

I’m so hungry but Ted hasn’t given up yet. Sweet sweet Ted doesn’t know about it though. Because Its not watching Ted, Its watching me, waiting. ------ It knows I want to eat Ted. Its been so long and I’m so hungry but Ted’s so sweet so sweet

Just a bite, Ted. It’ll just be a bite. It knows and Its watching. I think It understands.

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[wikwakmakkapitew]

Totem: Guidance

“Deep inside, is some part of you banging on the walls, screaming?”

World dark, water drips somewhere, claws dig into wood. Kin circle nearby, watching, wary, waiting for weakness. They find none. Even at rest, they fear it. But claws dig deep into wood. Glazed eyes study what it can’t see. Fingers, what is left of them that can feel, feel along the grooves. ▷ ◁ For a moment, it wishes that it remembered creatures outside of how to hunt them. Blurred memories fall through the haze into the dark.  The significance is lost. The wood discarded. The Moon is high. Time to hunt.