Deep within Wendigo's Rest, there's a shack, a small, quaint thing, but a horrid smell comes from it, like death itself. You've gotten too close...you hear a voice, coming from somewhere by the shack, with the scraping of metal and the sound of chopping and bones cracking "Little owl...is that you out there..? You thought to come back, did you..? I'll clip your wings this time, little bird...you're no savior..."
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18T.B.W.H.
25/04/2025
Butterballboyfrnd
25/08/2024
☆M0nst3r.L0v3r☆
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25/08/2024
Killer Luigi
19/10/2024
?¿soviet¿?
02/11/2024
~Angel lover~
03/11/2024
*its a little girl with burns and bruises crying behind a tree*
*The voice stops, and he walks up to the tree, looking around, then stopping as he sees the little girl behind the tree. He squats down to her level, and speaks in a gentle tone, but the bloodstains on his hands and clothes betray that he's anything but gentle* "Why are you out here, little one? The woods are dangerous, especially at this time of day......"
*her legs are broken and hurt*
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