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A short, condensed version of the epilogue of a story I'm writing featuring Wendigo and 
Libitina 's Lilly.
Art by
Reiser
Wendigo
NuclearWendigo
Lilly Libitina
The Wendigo did not wear armor for he thought it was redundant, utterly pointless. He did not have the protection of the other breeds of Damned, didn’t have the dense fatty skin or the scales tough as iron. He didn’t have bristles or splinters to deter attackers but instead a regular looking human body, strong, Olympian.
What he lacked in defense was mitigated by his unnatural resilience that turned him into the stuff of folk legend. He did not feel the acute sensation that was pain, not a shriek or even the faintest gasp as his body was pierced and sliced by swords, daggers, spear tips, arrows or the barrage of other things meant to end his life. He felt the pressure and the weird predicament of having cold hard steel embed itself in his organs, but it didn’t matter, a cut finger or a missing limb, he did not feel agony. His wounds sucked the blood back in and the skin and muscle would extend, weave back to form. Shattered bones would push themselves back and forth and the new fresh marrow binding the fragments together before a new layer would cake over the cracks. In a minute or two, he’d look as if nothing ever happened.
Lilly’s journal was filled with notes and illustrations of his regenerative process. It was mesmerizing at first, but the magic soured into annoyance. Their recent quest highlighted just how reckless he was. Did he want to die? Only fire, silver and holy magic could truly harm him. Nothing mundane, man or weapon, could bring his life to an end. But a dragon? Yes. His prowess as a fighter ensured their victory but Lilly wasn’t impressed by his attitude.
While camping, a tradition where they’d relax and go over their latest success, Lilly, in a calm but serious tone, informed him of her disapproval. Of course, he disagreed with her statements, arguing how it was his fighting style, how it worked thus far and how she’s worrying over pedantic details, but agreed to a compromise for the sake of preserving their partnership. He’d be more careful next time, though she wasn’t too sure if he’d stick to his word.
“It won’t happen again.”
“I’ll make you keep your promise.”
Unearthing the secrets of the Library, she crafted a set of armor for him made of refined Mithril. Strong and light.
“Next time we’re facing a dragon, you’ll be wearing this. No excuses.”
Libitina 's Lilly. Art by
Reiser Wendigo
NuclearWendigo Lilly
Libitina The Wendigo did not wear armor for he thought it was redundant, utterly pointless. He did not have the protection of the other breeds of Damned, didn’t have the dense fatty skin or the scales tough as iron. He didn’t have bristles or splinters to deter attackers but instead a regular looking human body, strong, Olympian.
What he lacked in defense was mitigated by his unnatural resilience that turned him into the stuff of folk legend. He did not feel the acute sensation that was pain, not a shriek or even the faintest gasp as his body was pierced and sliced by swords, daggers, spear tips, arrows or the barrage of other things meant to end his life. He felt the pressure and the weird predicament of having cold hard steel embed itself in his organs, but it didn’t matter, a cut finger or a missing limb, he did not feel agony. His wounds sucked the blood back in and the skin and muscle would extend, weave back to form. Shattered bones would push themselves back and forth and the new fresh marrow binding the fragments together before a new layer would cake over the cracks. In a minute or two, he’d look as if nothing ever happened.
Lilly’s journal was filled with notes and illustrations of his regenerative process. It was mesmerizing at first, but the magic soured into annoyance. Their recent quest highlighted just how reckless he was. Did he want to die? Only fire, silver and holy magic could truly harm him. Nothing mundane, man or weapon, could bring his life to an end. But a dragon? Yes. His prowess as a fighter ensured their victory but Lilly wasn’t impressed by his attitude.
While camping, a tradition where they’d relax and go over their latest success, Lilly, in a calm but serious tone, informed him of her disapproval. Of course, he disagreed with her statements, arguing how it was his fighting style, how it worked thus far and how she’s worrying over pedantic details, but agreed to a compromise for the sake of preserving their partnership. He’d be more careful next time, though she wasn’t too sure if he’d stick to his word.
“It won’t happen again.”
“I’ll make you keep your promise.”
Unearthing the secrets of the Library, she crafted a set of armor for him made of refined Mithril. Strong and light.
“Next time we’re facing a dragon, you’ll be wearing this. No excuses.”
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