(100% Maximum No Chill, folks!!!) Disappearing into the wilderness of concrete had been easy, he stalked back alleys, bare feet not so much as clapping the ground lest he alert the locals and his soon-to-be prey. He already got strange looks while resembling his old self-imitated as the resemblance was-and he’d not tempt fate by showing these people what he truly was. A whiff came through the wind and he gave it chase, the vampyric aroma he knew to be his partner was very close and he’d found her without incident, startling her ever so slightly. He hadn’t need for clairvoyance when he was ready to hunt for true. Even if she hadn’t given the all clear, there was going to be a bloodbath and he wanted his fur soaked in viscera...just like his ‘youth’. The prey would be here shortly and his stomach growled. With the all clear given, he let himself metamorphose. His body would’ve resembled origami made by a cruel and unusual god, how it unfolded from itself with cracks and groans were leaving him. Many mistook a wendigo as some form of cervine shifter from a distance. This was in error because the reality was far worse, embodying winter starvation with an appetite so ravenous that reproduction and kinship were a fleeting memory. Where a shifter transformation was almost graceful and fluid, not to mention *natural*, a wendigo wasn’t supposed to revert to a human shape. Once a Wendigo’s human skin had been eaten was it a permanent state, whereas a werewolf was altogether beautiful in how it switched from man to beast. Contrary to that very idea of graceful fluidity, his truly bestial shape had been folded in on itself and wrapped in skin the Pen had given him; skin he, the beast, had filled out with ease. False ribs burst from his chest to show their true colours as his head flew high after recombining with its other half, an unsightly man’s chest and head falling empty as the beast’s neck and jaws reconnected to take up their true positions. Four sharp, hooved digits burst through what appeared to be his arms, leaving tattered skin husks that used to be human hands. On the topic of his feet and toes, they unraveled. Contorted, they twisted and clicked back to their proper positions, bringing him to whine out a most ugly sound. From bare feet into the well trimmed claws of this beast, he moved them to his sides while his hooves touched the ground for the first time in a while. Fur covered his body in a hue resembling a midnight blizzard, creating a gunmetal grey for when one could see in the winter darkness yet wouldn’t recognize him when they buried their face into his emaciated stomach, a camouflage most cruel. All of this unveiled in mere seconds as he pulled his skin away and wrapped it around his prized piece of jewelry, a bandanna scarf of torn skin around his throat to safeguard the Wicka device he’d die to protect. And upon hearing his dear friend’s words, those golden, pupilless eyes glowed as he tilted his head back and released that roar of a howl. Tonight was a hunt and he’d feast well!!! When she did flee was he to spot his first target, some amalgam of mountain Lion and draculina. Not a second was wasted before he barreled into the beast with impunity, his crown of antlers burying its thorn-like peaks inside that wheat golden hide, drawing out a pained snarl from his prey. With its last breath came scratches to his scalp, bringing the wendigo to howl again, a haunting cry which forced upon hundreds a frightful shudder. Taking those paws in claw brought the leonine abomination to be gored on the deathly one’s antlers, viscera raining over his face as abdomen and chest were breached like a piñata’s entirety. In this act did he unknowingly bring the mountain thing’s legs and hips into a swing down upon a bipedal horse with fangs, disorienting the mare. He only knew it as a her due to the way her chest moved and he was distracted by a brief, foggy memory. A kindred soul. Chains on his ankles as he savored the only intimacy he’d ever known. Time was passing and newborn wails brought him the happiest tears-NOT NOW! Suddenly was he brought back thanks to an equine kick to midriff, bringing his fist to collide with that wench’s long face. Blood roared in his ears as he grabbed her by the head and slammed her face into fine masonry, dragging her along it like she was a stone against the coarsest sandpaper on a grinder. What was left on his grasp as he collided with a bipedal Buffalo, was no more than a neck stump and meat slush, his jaws falling upon the shoulder of his fellow crowned beast. So too did the Buffalo bite him, blood drawn on both fronts. A game of chicken! Who’d bow out first?! Shoved away with another hooved kick, this one to the space between his thighs, he bowed back as the Buffalo reviled what rancid flavor had befallen his lips. Seemed the halfblood’s commentary still held true, what a shame...for *them*. Quick to recover due to a frothing hate now, his claws were driven through the bovine’s throat like they were a trident. Movement drew his golden orbs away from his latest kill, the swing of chains bringing the amulet-ornamented Wendigo’s mind to times before his ravenous nature. Fear! Weakness! Masters with whips, fields of harvest and cotton! His brothers, his sisters and their children bound in iron shackles. *NEVER AGAIN*! No longer was this just a thrill ride. No longer was this some payback for a random cockshot! This was *personal*!! He caught the chain as his came after his face and he wrapped it around his wrist, still in an alleyway to provide him advantage over the mob which was being bottlenecked. Yanking the newest hybrid close, some animal he’d no familiarity with as its slimy skin gave no indications of its origin, that chain was wrapped around its throat before he spoke. “Listen well, beasts of disorder!” He called out, his voice a blizzard’s howl spoken through old, elken jaws. “You could’ve fought anybody in this wide world of ours and instead you got me!!! The man who hunts monsters!! The man who’s going to chase you *INTO YOUR NIGHTMARES*!!!! IF YOU THINK YOU’RE SOME KINDA HERO THEN *DIE LIKE ONE*!!!” And like that did he lift the salamander into the hair to lynch it before the eyes of his comrades and begin to devour it. This was no mere delicacy upon his tongue but a show of power. Even as hybrids climbed to surround him were they forced to watch and listen as their comrade was strangled, its neck snapped and its body consumed! He cared so little for what they were, what they did, that he’d happily feast upon them without wasting any energy upon them! Like that was morale broken, any of weaker constitution fleeing in horror. Before any could come very far, he reared his bloody maw back after goring his latest victim and released another howl, throwing his snack into the mob ahead of him while he climbed to the top of a roof. Chase came to follow these cowards! Better to flee for a cause than die a coward, and in his eyes did he see only easy targets! Broken spines, snapped necks, crushed organs and eaten faces! One or two of them got dismembered yet he wouldn’t show that to his partner. She didn’t care for gore, unless she developed a taste for it over the last fifty years and hadn’t said anything! Rank and file broken, the hybrids had shared a singular thought: split up, rendezvous later. They’re free to do so. He didn’t care anymore. He had what he needed, food and evidence. If he wasted all night with them, worse could come for his partner and-whether she liked it or not-he was effectively the muscle between them. Once more folding himself inward, dislocating a few joints as he broke off parts of his antlers before cracking his own ribs, that skin-danna was unwoven and swiftly wrapped around himself. Without too much time did he look human again, clothing being taken from the more intact bodies of his victims. He’d kept his phone and ID in his skin, wedged inside his nasal entrance before wrapping himself in it, so he looked like the average Joe all over again. A few pictures taken after making the bodies at least *somewhat* presentable, he ran off to retrieve his partner, an unsettling popping coming from joins and chest. “Owie...” He murmured, missing his landing and cracking another peak in his antlers. Transitioning back was never pleasant, especially since he’d effective broken his jaws to find inside his skin-which he had to take better care of since it wasn’t actually his. This was a loaned skin suit and he had to take better care of it than he felt he did, even if it healed marvelously.
Lowkey feel like the Penn is going to be on them for killing a bunch of hybrids that weren't on the bounty list, and someone had to have heard the Wendigo hunting the hybrids.
I have always wondered what kind of wendigo the listener, there are so meany different creatures that can be described by the word wendigo depending on culture. Loved the video!!!!
That was quite fun, hunting is always a nice way to end the day especially when the prey fights back though that souless thing has me worried. Another lovely audio, thank you.
Imagine an April fool's Audio where it's all the characters we are then have them talk to each other which is just white noise cause you know our characters don't talk
Ok but- it just crossed my mind. What the same crazy doctor creating all these hybrids find out about the bounty hunters and is now sending hybrids to attack the bounty hunters specifically the wendigo because they’re so dangerous. She’ll definitely have a chance of taking out the Pen then
I like what you did with the windigo roar but could you put a bit more unsettling human scream into it I think that would make it a lot more interesting but it's a personal opinion
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"Your human eyes, you dipshit"
This is exactly how me and my best friend interact 😂👌🏽
“What shifter are you?”
Him: Fox shifter
Captions: [___] shifter
The penverse really is a good name
God it feels good to break someone like a twig. I gotta feeling we might end up with the pen wether we like it or not.
A haiku about hunting. Ahem:
Stalking side by side
Moving unseen like shadows
Through the darkest night
Ooo. Not huge on poetry…but honesty, THAT made something inside me stir. Not sure WHAT…maybe i was a huntress of some sort in a past life. 😅
@@dragonfye1
A forgotten feeling
Stirred awake by flower words
Longs to be remembered
Impressive wordsmanship, #althecor.
This... does put a creepy as smile on my face.
I enjoyed the breaking sound way to much... 🙃
Lol
(100% Maximum No Chill, folks!!!)
Disappearing into the wilderness of concrete had been easy, he stalked back alleys, bare feet not so much as clapping the ground lest he alert the locals and his soon-to-be prey. He already got strange looks while resembling his old self-imitated as the resemblance was-and he’d not tempt fate by showing these people what he truly was. A whiff came through the wind and he gave it chase, the vampyric aroma he knew to be his partner was very close and he’d found her without incident, startling her ever so slightly. He hadn’t need for clairvoyance when he was ready to hunt for true. Even if she hadn’t given the all clear, there was going to be a bloodbath and he wanted his fur soaked in viscera...just like his ‘youth’. The prey would be here shortly and his stomach growled.
With the all clear given, he let himself metamorphose. His body would’ve resembled origami made by a cruel and unusual god, how it unfolded from itself with cracks and groans were leaving him. Many mistook a wendigo as some form of cervine shifter from a distance. This was in error because the reality was far worse, embodying winter starvation with an appetite so ravenous that reproduction and kinship were a fleeting memory. Where a shifter transformation was almost graceful and fluid, not to mention *natural*, a wendigo wasn’t supposed to revert to a human shape. Once a Wendigo’s human skin had been eaten was it a permanent state, whereas a werewolf was altogether beautiful in how it switched from man to beast. Contrary to that very idea of graceful fluidity, his truly bestial shape had been folded in on itself and wrapped in skin the Pen had given him; skin he, the beast, had filled out with ease. False ribs burst from his chest to show their true colours as his head flew high after recombining with its other half, an unsightly man’s chest and head falling empty as the beast’s neck and jaws reconnected to take up their true positions. Four sharp, hooved digits burst through what appeared to be his arms, leaving tattered skin husks that used to be human hands. On the topic of his feet and toes, they unraveled. Contorted, they twisted and clicked back to their proper positions, bringing him to whine out a most ugly sound. From bare feet into the well trimmed claws of this beast, he moved them to his sides while his hooves touched the ground for the first time in a while. Fur covered his body in a hue resembling a midnight blizzard, creating a gunmetal grey for when one could see in the winter darkness yet wouldn’t recognize him when they buried their face into his emaciated stomach, a camouflage most cruel. All of this unveiled in mere seconds as he pulled his skin away and wrapped it around his prized piece of jewelry, a bandanna scarf of torn skin around his throat to safeguard the Wicka device he’d die to protect. And upon hearing his dear friend’s words, those golden, pupilless eyes glowed as he tilted his head back and released that roar of a howl. Tonight was a hunt and he’d feast well!!!
When she did flee was he to spot his first target, some amalgam of mountain Lion and draculina. Not a second was wasted before he barreled into the beast with impunity, his crown of antlers burying its thorn-like peaks inside that wheat golden hide, drawing out a pained snarl from his prey. With its last breath came scratches to his scalp, bringing the wendigo to howl again, a haunting cry which forced upon hundreds a frightful shudder. Taking those paws in claw brought the leonine abomination to be gored on the deathly one’s antlers, viscera raining over his face as abdomen and chest were breached like a piñata’s entirety. In this act did he unknowingly bring the mountain thing’s legs and hips into a swing down upon a bipedal horse with fangs, disorienting the mare.
He only knew it as a her due to the way her chest moved and he was distracted by a brief, foggy memory. A kindred soul. Chains on his ankles as he savored the only intimacy he’d ever known. Time was passing and newborn wails brought him the happiest tears-NOT NOW! Suddenly was he brought back thanks to an equine kick to midriff, bringing his fist to collide with that wench’s long face. Blood roared in his ears as he grabbed her by the head and slammed her face into fine masonry, dragging her along it like she was a stone against the coarsest sandpaper on a grinder. What was left on his grasp as he collided with a bipedal Buffalo, was no more than a neck stump and meat slush, his jaws falling upon the shoulder of his fellow crowned beast.
So too did the Buffalo bite him, blood drawn on both fronts. A game of chicken! Who’d bow out first?! Shoved away with another hooved kick, this one to the space between his thighs, he bowed back as the Buffalo reviled what rancid flavor had befallen his lips. Seemed the halfblood’s commentary still held true, what a shame...for *them*. Quick to recover due to a frothing hate now, his claws were driven through the bovine’s throat like they were a trident. Movement drew his golden orbs away from his latest kill, the swing of chains bringing the amulet-ornamented Wendigo’s mind to times before his ravenous nature.
Fear! Weakness! Masters with whips, fields of harvest and cotton! His brothers, his sisters and their children bound in iron shackles. *NEVER AGAIN*! No longer was this just a thrill ride. No longer was this some payback for a random cockshot! This was *personal*!!
He caught the chain as his came after his face and he wrapped it around his wrist, still in an alleyway to provide him advantage over the mob which was being bottlenecked. Yanking the newest hybrid close, some animal he’d no familiarity with as its slimy skin gave no indications of its origin, that chain was wrapped around its throat before he spoke. “Listen well, beasts of disorder!” He called out, his voice a blizzard’s howl spoken through old, elken jaws. “You could’ve fought anybody in this wide world of ours and instead you got me!!! The man who hunts monsters!! The man who’s going to chase you *INTO YOUR NIGHTMARES*!!!! IF YOU THINK YOU’RE SOME KINDA HERO THEN *DIE LIKE ONE*!!!” And like that did he lift the salamander into the hair to lynch it before the eyes of his comrades and begin to devour it. This was no mere delicacy upon his tongue but a show of power.
Even as hybrids climbed to surround him were they forced to watch and listen as their comrade was strangled, its neck snapped and its body consumed! He cared so little for what they were, what they did, that he’d happily feast upon them without wasting any energy upon them! Like that was morale broken, any of weaker constitution fleeing in horror. Before any could come very far, he reared his bloody maw back after goring his latest victim and released another howl, throwing his snack into the mob ahead of him while he climbed to the top of a roof. Chase came to follow these cowards! Better to flee for a cause than die a coward, and in his eyes did he see only easy targets!
Broken spines, snapped necks, crushed organs and eaten faces! One or two of them got dismembered yet he wouldn’t show that to his partner. She didn’t care for gore, unless she developed a taste for it over the last fifty years and hadn’t said anything!
Rank and file broken, the hybrids had shared a singular thought: split up, rendezvous later. They’re free to do so. He didn’t care anymore. He had what he needed, food and evidence. If he wasted all night with them, worse could come for his partner and-whether she liked it or not-he was effectively the muscle between them.
Once more folding himself inward, dislocating a few joints as he broke off parts of his antlers before cracking his own ribs, that skin-danna was unwoven and swiftly wrapped around himself. Without too much time did he look human again, clothing being taken from the more intact bodies of his victims. He’d kept his phone and ID in his skin, wedged inside his nasal entrance before wrapping himself in it, so he looked like the average Joe all over again. A few pictures taken after making the bodies at least *somewhat* presentable, he ran off to retrieve his partner, an unsettling popping coming from joins and chest. “Owie...” He murmured, missing his landing and cracking another peak in his antlers. Transitioning back was never pleasant, especially since he’d effective broken his jaws to find inside his skin-which he had to take better care of since it wasn’t actually his. This was a loaned skin suit and he had to take better care of it than he felt he did, even if it healed marvelously.
Bro wrote a whole book 💀
@@_Whopper_Whopper_ I got bored
@@wyvernnemecek595 I ant readin’ all that 🗿
@@COFFEBEAN-mg5vf Kay then
Thank you so so much for letting me be part the penverse!
Lowkey feel like the Penn is going to be on them for killing a bunch of hybrids that weren't on the bounty list, and someone had to have heard the Wendigo hunting the hybrids.
I love being a wendigo. So few asmr rps where I get to be the thing that goes bump in the night.
I have always wondered what kind of wendigo the listener, there are so meany different creatures that can be described by the word wendigo depending on culture. Loved the video!!!!
Cucumber Approved
I like how you don't make the wendigo attractive and that he is creepy and scary as hell. Just like an actual wendigo.
Genuinely one of the most intriguing series on YT
That was quite fun, hunting is always a nice way to end the day especially when the prey fights back though that souless thing has me worried. Another lovely audio, thank you.
So much excite! Thank you for letting me be part of this!!!!
Aye thank you very much for the opportunity to be a part of this!
Oh?, Hunting time?, Sweet
Pt.4?
I’m loving this series :)
Now imagine that smile covered in blood
Man the world building element is so heavy and good this is by far my favorite asmr content creator keep up the good work eris!!!!
Fox shifter? FOX SHIFTER? FOOOOOOOOOOX SHIIIIIIIIIFTER!
Hope you’re having a good day
I don’t know how you do it but it just gets better and better
Really loved this! Can't wait for more wendigo Listener!
Imagine an April fool's Audio where it's all the characters we are then have them talk to each other which is just white noise cause you know our characters don't talk
Cheeze-itz it's 2 in the morning and the music is giving me chills
So these hybrids are not mindless monsters they can think
“Jesus that’s a creepy smile”
Dang I didn’t know my smile was that creepy- wait 👀 how did you know I was smiling 🤔
Ok but- it just crossed my mind. What the same crazy doctor creating all these hybrids find out about the bounty hunters and is now sending hybrids to attack the bounty hunters specifically the wendigo because they’re so dangerous. She’ll definitely have a chance of taking out the Pen then
I'm gonna guess we're the until dawn version of wendigo
Gotta love hunting
Amazing video!!
I have subbed to everyone in this video ☺️❤️
Amazing
Happy pride month Eris! Btw this is great!
Cool
What does it mean by other form? The only types of wendigo I know of are the goul and stag head.
The wait is over wahhooooo
What I thought I am ecstatic for the next one
I like this a lot I've listened to a few like things but I've never been this and I like this 😊
And the plot thickens
Eyy Zeta, seen him before
Spooky
Around 8:09 sounds a little resembling to a jurassic park predator, almost
I like what you did with the windigo roar but could you put a bit more unsettling human scream into it
I think that would make it a lot more interesting but it's a personal opinion
I shoulda never smoke that shit- now I gotta transcend the hunt 😔
Can I handle 15 hybrids only one way to find out
Can you please please please make a part 4
Okay so what does a wendigo look like in the PEN universe?
POGGERS
Who is this person keep disliking every single video I go to
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