The machete lowers, and Xion herself relaxes visibly. She'd smile in relief, if she could.
"A Wendigo." Or that's what she's been called by the locals. She's never heard of them before coming here, so she doesn't exactly have a better guess. Werewolves, Vampires and Shades, she knows and gets. Rather, Shades she knows more as 'Ghosts', but it's the same basic idea. "I think we're one of the least common things to turn into, I only know three others not including me." She readies, in case he asks about that too.
She's glad there's not many Wendigo like her, though. She couldn't imagine there being more than there were, especially with the constant hunger that was only ever barely satiated by humans, and even then it's not particularly for long.
Xion doesn't know what she'd do without Walter. She doesn't like hurting people. Maybe that's a little selfish to put such pressure on him, though.
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"A Wendigo." Or that's what she's been called by the locals. She's never heard of them before coming here, so she doesn't exactly have a better guess. Werewolves, Vampires and Shades, she knows and gets. Rather, Shades she knows more as 'Ghosts', but it's the same basic idea. "I think we're one of the least common things to turn into, I only know three others not including me." She readies, in case he asks about that too.
She's glad there's not many Wendigo like her, though. She couldn't imagine there being more than there were, especially with the constant hunger that was only ever barely satiated by humans, and even then it's not particularly for long.
Xion doesn't know what she'd do without Walter. She doesn't like hurting people. Maybe that's a little selfish to put such pressure on him, though.