[She hadn't expected the change to be so-- sudden. The mental change, anyway, the one where she is devoured by the monster, her self being its first true meal. Being half aware of it makes it worse. Maybe it's better to let the wendigo win, let it consume her very soul and use what used to be her body for its own designs.
Except she promised not to eat Chris, and if she does give in, she'll never get to see Matt again.
Emily has to take Chris's word on their proximity to the house. Buildings are vague, colorless shapes to her now, and she can't spare the attention to check the structures around her for familiar features. It takes all she's got to keep moving, her long limbs suddenly awkward as her humanity starts telling her this is wrong, her body shouldn't be this way, and she should absolutely not eat her friend.
The house looms closer, and her control wavers as much as her steps do. She tries to keep pace with Chris, all her injuries from her fall into and her journey through the mines no longer in issue now that her limbs are more wendigo than human.
She could pounce on him and tear him apart and satisfy this hunger--
And she does. Or rather, she does half of that, leaping into his side to knock him off his feet, bringing one clawed hand down to strike him. Emily emerges in time to move her arm just so and have her claws sink into the stone street.
She wants to speak, so he knows she's still here, but it's so much more important to fight the instinct to kill him.]
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Except she promised not to eat Chris, and if she does give in, she'll never get to see Matt again.
Emily has to take Chris's word on their proximity to the house. Buildings are vague, colorless shapes to her now, and she can't spare the attention to check the structures around her for familiar features. It takes all she's got to keep moving, her long limbs suddenly awkward as her humanity starts telling her this is wrong, her body shouldn't be this way, and she should absolutely not eat her friend.
The house looms closer, and her control wavers as much as her steps do. She tries to keep pace with Chris, all her injuries from her fall into and her journey through the mines no longer in issue now that her limbs are more wendigo than human.
She could pounce on him and tear him apart and satisfy this hunger--
And she does. Or rather, she does half of that, leaping into his side to knock him off his feet, bringing one clawed hand down to strike him. Emily emerges in time to move her arm just so and have her claws sink into the stone street.
She wants to speak, so he knows she's still here, but it's so much more important to fight the instinct to kill him.]