#wendigo! pelle ohlin

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WAY OF THE WENDIGO

some stuff about wendigo! pelle… kind of bad because i am getting so tired right now because it is literally 4am but whatever, might write more about it sometime <3

wendigo! pelle who for the most part, still looks recognisable! of course, there are differences and new additions to him such as how his once pale beige skin has paled even more and the pigmentation has turned into a light, storm grey colour… his once sparkling, diamond blue eyes have been washed out into a milky, almost dirtied water grey with little blue left shining through as his eyes are always stuck wide open, darting around and on lookout for any movement in his since expanded field of vision… his once lusciously shiny, blonde hair now weaker and slightly thinner as it flows down his bony shoulders, though somehow it never appears greasy nor oily, just occasionally knotted in parts and dirtied with a mixture of dried up blood and dirt particles from the deep woods in which he hunts… his finger nails, once short are now longer in length and naturally sharper as they grow in an almost dagger like shape with tips sharp as razorblades… his teeth, once so normal and small inside of his mouth can no longer fit inside as his new teeth push the old ones out, tearing through his soft gums and breaking through the chapped skin of his lips as to grow to their full size, his mouth almost completely disfiguring on the left side of his face due to the structure of his mouth changing so drastically to encase the new teeth that are sharp enough to chew through layers of human flesh effortlessly… but for the most part, he still looks like himself… he still looks so strangely recognisable, even with so many new monstrous features…

it turns out to be øystein who has to care for him the most in his new form! the other band members, both jan and jørn, cannot stand to look at him for longer than a minute! i mean, at first they thought he looked… well, they thought he looked like himself but as time went by and he began growing more monstrous looking, when he began eating animals both alive and dead, when he began reacting like a rat in water whenever in direct sunlight and anywhere near fire… they just get so beyond freaked out, even grossed out if they stare at him for too long… they get nervous around him, they do not understand how the hell he is even alive and breathing but they think it might be better if that stays unknown… they want nothing to do with him anymore, nothing to do with it anymore… enough was enough, they could put up with things he did on stage, things he did to himself and all of that bullshit but this? this was too far for them, it was getting too real, way too freaky and they were out before his teeth even fully broke through his the fleshy side of his cheek which left only øystein to care for him since he was the only one never all that put off by his new appearance, the only one never all that put off by his new diet, the only one never put all that put off by his new ways of communicating… he wanted to care for this new version of his friend, he was intrigued by this new version of his friend, he wanted everything to do with this new version of his friend

wendigo! pelle who is not really bothered by øystein as he looks after him, he mainly sticks to himself in their shared cabin… i mean, he is certainly thankful for the fresh meat he supplies him, obviously purchased from butchers and other stores… he recognises øystein, remembers his face and always sees sudden flashes of scattered, blurry memories of their time spent together race through his foggy head whenever he hears him speak and watches him move… but he does not really know what to do around øystein, he does not know why øystein is here looking after him and in some ways, neither does øystein himself! he thinks it may be a morbid curiosity or how pelle is his friend so why would he abandon him? but he really knows it runs even deeper than that as he studies pelle whilst he scarfs down some raw meat, watching as blood covers his bony hands and stains his greyish skin, watching as the crimson liquid paints his now almost nonexistent lips and drips around his stretched mouth… he wonders how it tastes, how constantly eating completely raw meat tastes, how the chunk of flesh feels in your hand and how the blood feels as it soaks into your skin, runs down your arms… øystein is almost jealous of pelle, almost envious of his new lifestyle, he finds himself laying awake at night and listening out as he hears pelle screeches and growls echoing through the surrounding forest of their wooden cabin in the woods… he wants to join him, in every way of the sense… he wants to be like him… he wants to know how it all feels… he wants to feel it together…

it does not take long for pelle to grow bored of butcher meat, almost turning his nose up at it when øystein shoves it over to him in a white plastic bag! staring down at it with a sharp snarl on his face and nails digging into his own deathly skin as he feels a craving for more, something more… something bigger… øystein is hesitant at first, he knows nothing about setting traps and other hunting bullshit! but at the realisation that pelle can only survive on this, that pelle relies on him for food until night comes and he can hunt for his own… that realisation is what leads him to scouring some long forgotten hunters magazine that he had found lodged somewhere in the cabin long ago, reading about how to make snare traps for hours whilst pelle roams the small home restlessly, mouth twitching with want and mind resisting the urge to cannibalise his friend as he sits with his back turned on the tattered old couch because pelle still has an major awareness inside of him, he still knows that he cares for øystein and does not really want to eat him, not yet anyways… he does not want to be alone yet, he does not want to lose øystein yet!

wendigo! pelle who chews through full deer and rabbits like they are nothing, ripping through their fur coat with his knife like nails and devouring them within minutes, hardly even leaving any bones behind which never fails to surprise øystein! this is the same man who could go weeks without eating anything at all and now here he is, chowing down on full sized forest animals like they are pieces of cake… it is just so intriguing to him, so interesting and so infatuating… because that is exactly what øystein is with this new version of pelle, he is so absolutely infatuated with what he has become whilst remaining some of his old qualities like rarely speaking… øystein has to wonder if he even can speak anymore? he hears him growling and screeching, thinks he might have heard deeply groaned words at times but he can never be sure… øystein feels such a strong sense of pride when he brings home the animals he collected from the day traps for pelle, feels so accomplished as he watches pelle stalk towards him and almost softly snatch the animals from his hands and take them to the kitchen to dig into them on the white tiled floor…

but of course, this new satisfaction only lasts so long for pelle too and before long, he carves more… he could be fine with animals, he will be fine with animals but he gets a sudden urge to have human meat once more, a need to have human meat once more but øystein never understands his gestures, never understands his attempts at trying to make him understand what he wants now and so, he speaks… for the first time in so long since he had become this… new version of himself, øystein hears him speak! it is so low and so gravely, it sounds as if barbed wire is coiled around inside of his throat as he speaks slowly whilst standing across from øystein, lanky and bony figure slouched over slightly as his big milky eyes shift around the room… he does not speak for long, only getting out two words before almost going completely silent would it not be for the raggedy, heavy breaths leaving his now always open mouth “ need human ” øystein can barely believe it at first, what the fuck was he asking? no way was he seriously asking for him to bring home a dead body, right? no fucking way… but of course, he was lying to himself when he said he would absolutely not kill someone just for his… monster friend… he knew he was lying to himself the second he found himself picking up his car keys and leaving the shared cabin early the next morning, taking a slow drive down to the desolate forest roads where he knew some pompous guy took a jog every morning… at least he would just be hitting the guy with enough force to kill him, right? that made him a less worse person, right? he was doing this for his friend so it was just a little okay, right?

wendigo! pelle who is more than happy when øystein walks him out to the trunk of his car late that same night and shows him the body of some man… his wide eyes dilating and darting across the body with desire as he feels the hunger for human in his stomach swirl once more, his ears picking up the sound of an almost nervous øystein speaking up next to him, asking him if that will be good enough, at least for now… pelle only gives a hasty nod before grabbing the leg of the man, his nails digging into his flesh and dragging him out of the trunk, preparing to feast on the body in a more preferred place but øystein stops him, grabbing his upper arm and holding on even when pelle snaps his head towards him at a terrifying speed with a scary look in his eye at the distraction from his need to eat, the need to satisfy his hunger… øystein is quick to explain himself, launching into an explanation of how he wants to… try this too, if it would make him like whatever pelle is… he wants to do it… he wants to be like him… he needs to be like him… he needs it so badly… no matter what it takes… no matter how disgusting and dehumanising it may be, he needs to be like him…

after that night, that night of doing something øystein never once thought he would ever do… of eating a human being right alongside a now monstrous pelle… he begins to feel the changes to himself over the following days and weeks, he felt himself grow stronger and more alert, felt his teeth being pushed out and replaced with fang like teeth of all different sizes… felt his nails fall out and sharper ones take their place… saw his skin grow paler and eyes grow milkier every time he looked in the mirror… and yet, he loved it! he could never quite say why, maybe he wanted to be closer to pelle or maybe he just did not want to be himself anymore, but he was excited for the change… he took every change with pride and eventually it was done… he was exactly like pelle in every way shape and form aside from some obvious personality differences that still shined through! he felt so good, so powerful! so right

wendigo! pelle and wendigo! øystein who hunt together at night and keep extra food for the slow passing day time… they hunt strangely well together despite pelle sometimes getting slightly irritated at the eagerness that øystein holds so strongly, he has to almost teach øystein how to be better and how to be more skilful with his hunts… pelle prefers to hunt alone but he allows øystein to join if he wants to instead of hunting alone too, so long as he does not claim every single animal they come across… because then he really might eat him…

the two of them become so much closer than they ever were before, they bond so strangely with this shared new way of life! they both know they only have each other, that they both really need each other no matter how big headed and arrogant they may be at times… their favourite season is winter since it gets so dark so early in the day which means they can go out into the woods so much sooner and for so much longer! øystein is slightly upset that he can no longer play his guitar anymore since his nails slice through guitar strings as if they are paper but thinks pelle got real lucky since his growls and screeches sound so fucking evil, not that they did not already sound evil before this whole thing happened… he is pretty happy that he can screech and growl like that too now, he always wanted to be able to do that just like pelle could…