"...the who you say?"
Nat's face remained twisted into an expression of beliderment as she stared across the campfire. The look in her eyes was that of a woman questioning the sanity of the person she was speaking with - not exactly an unheard of occurrence when it came to Charlotte's rambling lunacy. That her friend's face was an expression of vast enhtusiasm for the insane idea she'd just posed didn't help matters.
Off in the darkness of the forest, an owl hooted as Charlotte repeated herself. "A wendigay! Oh my god, Nat, you seriously came up here without reading about the curse of the wendigay?!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" She growled in frustration as she threw her empty mug of hot choclate down, moving her hands closer to the fire for some additional warmth. "Do - do you mean a wendigo? Because that's not real either, but at least it's an established myth, and not you making weird maybe-homophobic word salad!"
There was an expression of genuine offense crossing the redhead's face. "Hey hey hey! I adore Megan and Tanya, gay or straight or whatever! But you can't just ignore the possibility here!" She gestured wildly out to both sides. "These mountains are ancient places, where ancient forces work! There's magic and curses out here, and those girls are wonderful, but they're prime targets!"
"What fucking curse?!" Jesus Christ. Charlotte might have been her best friend, but sometimes she wanted to slam the girl's head into the ground. "You think they're gonna eat our flesh or something?! For fuck's sake, Char, one's a vegitarian and the other is the biggest coward in the county!"
"Well not any, duh! Just the pussy flesh!"
She groaned, burying her face in both hands as Charlotte's babbling went on. "Old Randy told me about the legend! They say that a woman who enters into the domain of these lands, and eats in lust from the bounty of another woman, will forever be cursed with an insatiable hunger! Forevermore leaving themselves behind, obssessed only with the licking of-"
"No, no, nope, I'm done." She threw up her hands and stood up, shaking her head. "You're officially off the deep end, I'm not here for it."
"What, are you telling me you don't believe Old Randy?!"
"No! Of course not! Old Randy hasn't been sober since 1974, for fuck's sake!"
"You wouldn't want to be sober either, if you'd seen the shit he's seen!"
"AGGGGHHHHH!" Both hands grasped at the side of her head as she marched back to the tent, looking like she was about to rip the brown locks right out of her scalp. Christ help her, this little camping excursion had been a mistake. Days of hiking, awful food, Megan and Tanya being too lovey-dovey to help, and now her friend getting on about the supernatural bullshit again. Never again. Never another trip like this, she would swear it.
Things weren't exactly improving as she neared the tent and heard noise from within. Quiet, relatively soft sounds... but they were recognizable as moans regardless. She cringed. Great. All this, and she couldn't even go inside the tent and huddle up, because these two insisted on having their fun at the worst possible time. That just about fit her stupid luck.
With a small sigh she stepped up to the entrance flap, gently pushing against it and speaking to get their attention. "Excuses me! I uh... I don't suppose you guys could throw me my bedroll?" There was no response, but after a moment, the moaning stopped. She could hear what sounded like shuffling inside, hopefully from one of the lovebirds grabbing her sleeping bag.
All prepared to say thank you and quickly leave, Nat was caught off guard when the tent flap flew open. Her eyes immediately darted inside to Tanya, currently splayed out naked on her bed, legs spread wide and a damp bush on prominent display. She averted her eyes downward, but... what she saw didn't put her much at ease. Mega was there, kneeling, but... different.
The most obvious change was the pair of antlers sticking out from the top of her head, like some kind of deer with a human face. Framing that face was a thick mane of hair as white as the snow on the ground, matching neatly to her pale skin. What really caught attention, thought, was her eyes - silver like the moon, raging with hunger. With lust. Those inhuman eyes quickly focused on Nat's crotch, a long tongue coming out to lick her plump lips.
Nat's reaction to all of this was a rather reasonable one, given the circumstances. She screamed and jumped backwards, landing her ass in the snow with a loud thump. Charlotte was on her feet in seconds, rushing over and asking the usual questions about being okay, before she too looked up and caught sight of their friend, and her bizarre physical state. The apperance of another woman only seemed to intensify the hunger in her eyes as she began pacing in a circle around them, moving on all fours like some predatory animal.
"Oh fuck," Charlotte muttered as she helped her friend to her feet. "She's... Megan... she really did it, she's a..."
"Don't you fucking say it."
"A... a wendigay!"
She would've turned to slap Charlotte if Megan had lept at them, her teeth gnashing and snapping in desperation to rip off their pants and access the bounties within.