A Wendigo Goes... What?

[Justin Northwood]

From the Hidden Flame forums:  Is that a Wendigo blade in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

A howl announcing Daniel 'Turtle's Hope' Homid Athro Philodox of the Wendigo. The young man adjusted the  rucksack on his shoulder and gazed around him enjoying the crisp weather. He was dressed casual. Jeans and workbooks. A heavy flannel shirt and open jacket. Long blackhair braided down his back. There could be no denying that he was First Nations.

The way his jeans bunched might lead one to believe that something was strapped to his thigh beneath the denim.

Despite the casualness of his clothes and the battered rucksack there was something almost prim about his appearance. A freshly laundered look.

A familar looking nun walks over after a few moments. "Greetings. It has been a long time since you have visited us."

((Any taints? Is it really Daniel? Is Seeks strapped to his thigh under his clothes?))

[Becca]

I tried to resist. I failed my willpower challenge.

[Seeks]

You will pay for that.

Oh yes.

You will.

[Lucky Wolf]

What, an irritated Wendigo? Never......

By the way, was sitting on 10 rage last Hidden Flame game. maybe some of us do fit the stereotype a little too well.