The same cycle over and over again for me. Looking at the sky, seeing the dark clouds and then trying to get as much wood for us to burn as quickly as I could so the fire wouldn't go out.
I could tell that it's getting wetter and worse for the time that I've been here. My bones are creaking more than normal whenever my body isn't trying to kill me from the fire.
Nonetheless, I was still providing for the two little one, who were looking from the tree, seeing what I did to keep us all fed. There wasn't that much need for me to kill myself as often as I did, ever since the winter began.
Truth be told I was looking for some methods to get ice for the summers, but that wouldn't really be possible unless we found a way to actually access air conditioning for magic worlds. I'm not exactly the smartest cunt, and I don't have access to many things.
What I'm saying is that I am fucked, for now. Grabbing the wood and a little extra I grasped onto the same steps and grips that I've used before. Climbing and climbing has gotten a lot easier than before, and it feels faster everyday.
It's always a joy tobe actually able to do things. Looking out for my step, I ascended the tree and got back into the boughs where the little ones were trying to make use of the bone knife to get some cuts of meat, sadly the knife wasn't as sharp as they thought it would be.
Sighing into the air I got some of the wood, kept the fire alive, walked over to the two as the meek one accidently cut themselves with it. I stopped in my tracks as ringing bore into my ears. 'YESSSSS, YESSSSS, BLOOD. MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE.'
"GRAHHH, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! They're not to be harmed you absolute dunderhead!" I fell on my knees as they scraped on the wood beneath me.
I needed blood.
You don't need the blood.
I NEEDED THE BLOOD.
NO YOU DON'T!
BLOOD!
NO!
I couldn't see anything, but I felt the cold wind around me as I then felt a certain weightlessness. Oh, I threw myself off of the tree again. And when the wind stopped, something hurt and everything went dark.
A few seconds of terrible decisions leading up to me suffering from something that had to be remedied with self-defenestration. Granted there was no window, so it's not truly defenestration, but you get the idea about what's going on with me.
I opened my eyes again in the snow as I looked up in the sky, seeing the snowflakes coming down and melting on my face. I looked to my right and saw my dead body as it had a bit of "something" around the head.
Turning it over onto it's side I see that I bashed my head across a little block of wood that I never properly removed from the area. "You have to be joking me, that couldn't have killed me, it's not even sharp or small enough!"
Examining what could have actually killed me I was only greeted with the awkwardness of stripping my corpse down again to see what could have properly gotten me dead.
Surprise surprise, nothing. Absolutely nothing was there aside from the bloody point of impact on my head. Grand, just grand. "Oh now that's just bullshit! I would've understood getting killed by a broken fucking neck, but this is fucking ludicrous and idiotic."
The noise of what I was screaming out was heard by the children above as they investigated whatever the hell it was that I was saying.
They stared at me as I did the same. The meek one held the hand with the cut on its finger close to it's chest as the ballsier elf gripped onto the knife and led the other back to the meat.
I sighed, once again.
This life is just fucking special ain't it? Death at any given moment, me wondering whatever the fuck is it that I'm supposed to work out to try and live through it.
I dragged the fresh body by digging my claws into it and hoisting it onto my back, keeping my arms around my neck, and climbing all the way back up.
This is beautiful, so beautiful that I'd like to just shove it up my 4('+$2)*8';$;#)#83;&!$9#9"/#/3, and then make it go out of my 38";'(#;2)@9:8;+3, only to do it all over again. Why does this shit happen, I wouldn't really know. I got back all the way up to the branch we stayed on as the two were back to trying to cut the meat.
I deposited the body right next to them as I popped some knuckles and bones, walked back to the cold side of it, and went back to sleep.
'No food for now, it's making us worse and worse by the second. We tried to attack the children!'
My thoughts were given no reply from the wendigo within as I could only scoff and cough from the cold. Poetic, coughing and scoffing from the cold of the world and the cold of the "friend". This is just, yeah, you can see what sort of thing is occuring.
I turned my head to get a good sight of where the children were, and as expected they were cooking my fucking eyeballs in the fucking fire. They salted it with some of the salt I keep in my bag. I could see that they're getting a hang with trying to cook stuff by themselves, but when they bit into the eye they got all of the fucking optic juice in their squirting into their mouths.
I should probably stop saying that sort of stuff when it comes to this sort of shit. Anyways, I went to "bed", since there wasn't anything else that would've made sense anyways, and I wasn't the type to have sense when everything else was nonsense as well.
And so I resigned my mind to the grand darkness, one that wasn't a complete dark, but one that I could stay in for the time. And within this dark, I saw the stars and everything within the void once again.
I stepped off of the darkness and walked over to the little apartment room that I was making for myself, seeing the countless celestial bodies come and go over and over for the umpteenth time in their cycle while I strolled through it all.
And when I got to the door that I made for it, it was opened by the same symbol that I was insulting just a while ago. "Hello again you bastard." My greeting was more or less the exact same as ever while I passed right through it and looked at the little nightstand that I had there.
"My intentions-"
"Have always been about being safe, yes I already know that. But let's be honest here, that's not your only intentions. You want to raze this world in hoarfrost and frostbite. You want to see the burns of hypothermia on people as you consume their corpses while they're completely frozen solid.
You, must be excised, from me. You really shouldn't be here in the first place. There is no simple way to say this, but you just need to go and GET OUT OF MY HEAD ALREADY!"
I threw the glass of liquor that I was consuming right at the wendigo as it simply fazed right through the thing.
"....Well, I can see that you're not quite in a good mood. Perhaps some music from your past is in motion for keeping you calm?"
"What music you dol-"
And as I said that I heard something truly just, mind-numbing. One very very song that can only be referenced as a man wishing to be able to dance like an individual named "Jagger".
"Really.....you just, I....no, nononononono. No. None of that!" And when I shouted out the music cut and the symbol seemed to convey the feeling of sadness.
"Hmm, what a shame, that was quite the perky song. There wasn't a second where I thought that this little room of yours was as dull as you wanted it to be, all thanks to the plethora of music you have within your head.
So many songs stuck in your head, on loop, at all moments of your life, simply getting filtered out with the song that you choose in the morning after you stop dreaming. How quaint for you to be able to wake up with a different song in your head everytime."
"Bite me, you fucking figment of magic mixed with my mind."
"Oh pish posh you! Where have your manners and tolerances gone!"
"They went the moment I realized that your little "instinct" and "gifts" have been more detrimental than whatever they could possibly ever give me."
The symbol giggled at me as it started to change faster and faster. "And what makes you think I will agree to this. Was it not mere weeks ago you said we need to cohabitate?"
"YOU said that, I was groaning from the annoyance of actually having a voice in my head. Do you know how many times I had to try and make the children think that I was still normal? And us not being able to be in warmth, that's ludicrous. Just outright idiotic."
"Of course we can be in warmth! We simply just can't be in the warmth for too long!"
"Oh I'm going to throttle you in such a special way that you'll be less than a fucking popsicle once I'm fucking done with you, you little shitstain!"
I ran at the symbol as it simply just let me pass right through it. Constantly crashing my face into the fucking wall, over and over again for as many times that it took for the bastard to start pitying me.
On my side, I need no pity, just that thing's metaphysical neck in my clubbed fucking hands, losing it's life from the asphyxiation.
"Spare us both from the annoyance and just stop already. I will neither confirm nor admit that I did not completely say all of the side effects of being something like me, however you should have at least seen that there may actually have been certain things to be wary of."
"Oh yeah? Yeah, I'm supposed to be wary of whenever I see the blood of people and accident want to go have a village-sized buffet of manpork? Is that it? Yes, of course! How could I have been so blind and filled with cataracts to not see something so OBVIOUS! Yes, truly such insight from someone like you!"
"....I can only assume that the tone you speak in is best described as actual hatred and a heavy splash of sarcasm."
"YOU FUCKING THINK?!"
I simply felt nothing but hatred right about now. Blood was pooling in my fucking head as there was really only one thing on my mind that I wanted to do. But alas, I allowed myself to be tempered by the words of a fucking curse of all things.
"Oh please calm yourself, you'll burst a vein in your everywhere everything! We can come to an agreement, can't we?"
I looked at the thing as I could feel something else in my hand, and when I looked down, it was the same serrated axe that I had with me. I almost forgot that I brought it with me. "Oh? Is that the little gift that I got you? That bit of rusted and filthy metal? What sort of ideas have come into your mind when you see it, oh patron of mine?"
I didn't even care anymore, I just swung at it as I felt something that I didn't even know was possible. An actual body that I could touch. The symbol stopped morphing before it screeched out something horrendous to my eardrums and almost made me lose my bearings.
But I kept going on, dragging the bastardly curse close to me with the help of the axe as I sawed it right out of its shape and slammed it to the ground. It fell down and was destroying the floor for whatever bloody purpose as I just knelt on it, ignoring the feeling of my pants seemingly beng melted as it soon made contact with my skin.
The pain was intense as my eyesight soon went away into dark as all I could recall was constantly swinging down, cutting, and bashing the symbol right down. And when it all finished before me, I awoke and saw something truly weird happening, or more importantly, felt.
I felt starved, hungry, famished and all other possible synonyms to gluttony being within me. And so I looked at my arm and tried to bite off a chunk, and yet it didn't want to tear off, I looked at the mirror I installed into the wall of the apartment that I made and saw something changing in my eyes.
Their pupils slowly but surely changing, my mouth already sharpened, and yet my face still perfectly the same aside from those odd traits. And when I looked down, the symbol wasn't speaking, instead it was glitching, almost cracking as I gulped down and tried to touch it.
A singular shard broke as I looked at the thing within my hand. I almost felt like it was calling for me, lulling me to eat it. And my curiosity couldn't help it, so I took a single lick of it.....and I blacked out.
When I finally came to once more, I saw that the entire apartment was in shambles as I groaned, stood up, and looked at what was left of the mirror, currently shattered and scattered about. The biggest chunk of it was still within it's frame, and I soon gazed upon my visage.
My hair was still the same, grey with a lot more white, but my face, the horrifying thing to me was that I didn't even have one. I didn't have eyes, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE OR SMELL? I had neither nose nor mouth.
I couldn't help but notice that my hands were completely normal aside from one strange difference. There was a single symbol etched in blue within my palms as I stared at it. Aleph, the first.
The words left me as I tried to say them out. But I couldn't, I could feel my tongue within me as well as my teeth, and yet when I tried to open them, they just wouldn't. I needed my mouth, I don't know why I thought that as I simply and constantly kept thinking those words within my mind as I ran back to the rubble as quick as I could, and yet I couldn't find it, the axe wasn't there.
So I went back to the mirror, and saw some of the shards laying around, grabbing one, feeling my hand accidentally getting cut, and moved the broken mirror below me to a spot where I could lean it on something. And I looked at the bloody shard in my hand as I pointed it over where my mouth should have been, and began.