>>349933
>be skinwalker(ess?), live innawoods
>be lonely, since >tfw no husband and people don't come to your part of the woods
>last time someone did, they emptied an entire fucking drum of 7.62x54R all over your pretty little ass before running away
>tonight, you hear those strange growls and rumbles of cars heading toward a forest clearing
>now they're playing loud tribal music. Must be a big powwow or something.
>With this big of a shindig, maybe you'll finally be able to make friends and find a husband.
>you shift into a more suitable form, a cute Quebecois girl you once knew, and join the party
>all these people are drunk as hell or high as a kite, though
>except for the one guy who comes to talk to you.
>you both talk for a while en Français.
>you feel a real connection with this guy, maybe you won't be so lonely anymore.
>ask for his address, which he gives to you.
>you're so excited, that you start cracking your neck in the traditional skinwalker way.
>you lead him to a nice waterfall, where you kiss. You've never kissed before, so it's a bit awkward for you.
>he pulls back. You ask what's wrong, but he denies anything's wrong.
>In your desperation, you reveal your true nature as a skinwalker, turning into a QT Slav girl.
>He gets really spooped, but you can see his raging bulge in his pants.
>His dick finally convinced, the two of you fugg.
>Now your centuries-long search for a husband is over!
>You snuggle with your new husband for a little while longer, before returning to your own neck of the woods.
>Of course, you take his gun, since you don't want this to be like last time.
>You decide to move in with him, as is only proper for a wife of a human.
>It takes you a week to find his house, but you finally reach it.
>Ecstatic, thinking of the new life you and he would share, you ring the door bell.
>A moment later, your husband opens the door.
>You reintroduce yourself quite politely.
>After a moment of silence, he slams the door in your face.
>tfw you will never ever have a handsome /k/ommando husband.
Truly, the life of a skinwalkeress is suffering.
>>349998
>What kind of thing makes a man into a coat….
The wendigo.