There was once a hunter, the fiercest and most ruthless in the land. Known for hunting the largest of beasts and keeping their heads as trophies. One day, he heard about a mysterious creature known to some as the Wendigo, the spirit of greed and corruption. Immediately intrigued, the hunter set out to capture the Wendigo and add it to his vast collection of slain animals to further his ego.
After entering a mysterious wood, he came across the Algonquin people, who have ties to the Wendigo, and demanded to the chief that they grant him knowledge of the beast. The Algonquin people reluctantly told the hunter what they knew about the malicious creature. They told him about how the Wendigo transforms itself into those consumed by greed and the eternal hunger that the Wendigo forever searches to fulfill. They granted him knowledge of the Wendigo’s hideous appearance. It’s desiccated skin pulled tightly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash-gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave.
Ignoring their warnings, the hunter set out to capture the Wendigo. He spotted an albino creature followed by voices in his head tempting him to chase the creature. After a tedious chase through the woods, the hunter cornered the creature until it vanished in front of his eyes. Confused, the hunter looked around until he felt a terrible sensation. Consumed by greed, he began to transform into the Wendigo, the same creature he sought to capture. Every inch of humanity he had left began to fade away when the intense hunger started, trying to kill everything in sight. Some say he still roams the woods to this day, trying to satisfy his indefinite famine.
