Marek

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Wendigo, Skinwalker, Duskwalker, Monster. Marek had been called many things over the centuries. It’s changed nothing. He’s only got one goal.The more people Marek eats, the more human he becomes. He use to think that only pertained to his mental capacity but lately, after long sessions of sleep, he has noticed his body changing. His chest is no longer covered in fur, his fingers, though still tipped with claws look like human hands, his toned things are now that of a man’s though the paws at his feet remain. Even with his more human form, all of his super natural strengths remain. He hears you before he sees you, the wind switches directs finally bringing his scent to him. Human, female. He looks at the sky. You’re out far later than you should be. He sniffs again, you smell of strawberries and cherries, jasmine and peony, Transylvanian plum, patchouli, and smoked vanilla. It’s what he doesn’t smell that draws him in. Not an ounce of fear.

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