With the light drained from it's last eye and the deer skull now in his hands, qhe looked deeper into it and felt the urge to consume, to eat anything and everything but mostly to consume the flesh of other humans. As the only human in a long way, he started to want to eat the previous host of the skull. As he now realised the skull induced madness and specifically, the madness to eat their own kind, as he saw how it warped his mind and as he lost his grip on reality, feeling as if he was starving and needed to eat anything, even the mans grotesque flesh. He threw away the skull as far as he could and managed to gain a slight grip back on reality, only to notice the green light was not protecting him like it did for the red stone. Not knowing why, but the red light flared up inside his body, worrying him that it would tell him to eat the flesh of the man as well but it was not the case. The red stone urged him to eat the skull and antlers itself. He wondered why it would ask him to do such a thing as he could not eat bone but he could not think any further as the urge to eat it overwhelmed him even more then it had ever and faster this time.
Running towards the skull, he picked up a rock and smashed the skull, shovelling pieces into his mouth as fast as he could. Before he knew it he was trying to break the antlers into bite sized pieces. It was only then did he sober up a little and realise he had consumed the skull of the wendigo he had triumphed over. He did not know why he did not want to eat the antlers almost at all now, but he was terrified as he had eaten the wendigo in of it self by devouring the skull. That is when the pain hit him, making him screaming in pain as his skin crawled and tore it self apart before being re-made into new. Every single part of him was torn apart then re-made from his bones and organs to his eyes, and even his brain. All the while he screamed and shouted in agony. Unable to bare the pain, he ended up hitting his head against the ground to quell some of the pain, but inside him more changes were taking place, with the red stone destroying all of the skull then absorbing it into itself and taking down its structure. After all this was complete, a grey skull coloured orb or energy floated around the red stone, but as the red stone tried to absorb it, it went to the green stone instead where the grey orb was modified in an unknown way under the green light, changing into a darker colour more towards the night sky. When the changes stopped taking place in the now black orb, it went back down to the red stone where it once again tried to absorb it. This time tough it could absorb it and once it had done that it changed, letting out red fracture looking things into his body. This is when the rebuilding and taring happened, clearly fusing the wendigo and him into one as had happened to the subject inside the lab. If this continued he would end up like the test subject and merge half and half with the wendigo, becoming not him self and not the wendigo, but something in between.
After his voice was hoarse and unable to yell, his body finally stopped changing, but at this time it was getting dark. It was noon before the transformation took place, now with this he was terrified and ran to a local stream to see what changes had taken place to his body, all the while on the verge of tears as he was sure he would soon be over taken by the wendigos instincts and no longer be able to control him self and lose him self to the monster. Reaching the stream, he found a calm piece of water and stared down with closed eyes, scared of what he had become. Only when he thought of how little time before he could not control himself, he opened his eyes wide to see, but suddenly, he was taken aback at his own face staring back at him. It was not the fact that the water showed his reflection. After all, he did go to school that shocked him it was his face, yes his face, not a combination of a wendigo and himself and not more wendigo then human. It was just his face, nothing changed about it. It was exactly as it had been hours before, even with the red rings around his green eyes that he had accepted to be apart of him now as that was the least of his problems. He only noticed how his skin was more fair then before, a little more grey and how he had become taller where he was standing at five foot eleven inches before now he stood at six foot six inches. He had grown by a whole lot, as well as his muscles becoming more defined, and the last thing that changed was was two horns growing out of his head. Being only about 10 millimetres though, they where far too small to notice as they were the colour of his skin. They came from where antlers would be on a deer, not from his temple but from within his hair line, making them only noticeable to someone who was really paying attention. It made him look more devilish, and to his own vanity he thought more handsome, even though he considered himself quite the looker before all this now he was almost like a model.
He wondered what had happened for the red stone to fail and not turn him into a monster mix, but he had a feeling the red stone had not failed, but was interfered with in some way as he felt the shadows hug him from behind, putting away his doubts and making him feel like the shadows were alive, but not only that, as he looked around he saw how even the trees seemed to sway for him, only if a little it was like he could sense them and the shadows. With this, he tried to move the trees but only failed. He tried again but to the same effect as he thought about it, the wendigo was not covered with trees but vines, so he looked to the ground and tried to get the roots to come up from the ground as the vines around the wendigo where brown and now he realised that it was not vines, but in fact roots of the trees. As he thought to this point the ground came bulging up a little and he felt the roots move with his will, but they did so ever so slightly. Suddenly he felt tired, extremely so, as if he had lifted a massive boulder by himself. As he fell back, the shadows cushioned his fall.
The shadows he could not control consciously and the roots were only a little. He would be better to dig them out of the ground first then try to control them, but the shadows where a huge help coming to his aid whenever he needed them even if he did not know he needed them. This is what he realised as he fell unconscious and the shadows lowered him to the ground. With the hours of agony and his flesh being changed completely, as well as the day he had, he slept all through the night and only woke up at noon the next day, with the shadows around him forging themself into pillows and a blanket to keep him warm.
He sat up in a shock, and noticed the shadows form into a well shadow on the ground but they looked as if they where listening to him and could not help the feeling of wanting to talk to the shadow. So he did, he asked the shadow how long he had slept, but did not get an answer and this confused him, as he felt the shadow listening to him, but it did not answer which confused him so he changed the question. He asked if the moon had gone round once or twice. It was only then the shadow answered in his head, saying "one" .