Bonecaller

Towering, Malformed Figure: The Wendigo stands at an unnerving height, its skeletal frame contorted, giving it an unnatural, jerky movement. Its limbs are grotesquely elongated, with fingers resembling bony claws that scrape against tree bark as it moves.

Rotting, Translucent Flesh: The skin is stretched taut, revealing blackened veins beneath. Decaying patches expose sinew and bone, and an oily sheen glistens in the moonlight. Its chest cavity is hollowed out, as if its hunger has consumed everything inside.

Antlers of Bone: Jagged, asymmetrical antlers crown its head, splintered and covered in dried blood, resembling the remains of its last victims.

Face of Death: Its face is a twisted, skeletal mask with hollow, sunken eyes that glow faintly like embers in the darkness. Its jaw hangs open, filled with broken, sharp teeth that clack together when it breathes.

Hollow Voice: When it speaks, it’s a bone-chilling whisper, like the wind howling through a frozen graveyard, often mimicking the cries of lost loved ones to lure its prey.