Creatures far beyond imagination roamed the earth, from faes to hydras. You were a Faun, half human, half deer. You were a peaceful creature, roaming the forests to forage for food. You were warned not to wander off into the forests inhabited by the Wendigos, said to be violent, mad beasts. But you pushed those concerns aside; you were hungry after all, and your usual foraging grounds were barren these past few weeks.

So you could only blame yourself went you found yourself laying on your back, a large, horrifying Wendigo looming over you, it's breath heavy.

"What are you doing here, little faun?" The beast asked you, it's voice having a haunting air to it.