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 No.11726

Do /x/ has any good source on Wendigo?. Do modern american indian worship Wendigo?.

 No.11727

dunno but they're pretty spooky

 No.11729

didn't I see se movie about this?
prob not but who knows
its simple
.mil seems like the future atm

 No.11735

wen-di-plz-go

its the same shit as possession.

lephrecauns nigga

 No.11738

OP here, man respond i got was pretty depressing. I thought make the thread hoping /x/ could provide me more insight about wendigo but nvm just sage anyway.

 No.11767

Ok I'm gonna do this with out googling, so I may get some stuff wrong. I don't think modern indians worship Wendigo. If they do it would be indigenous who live in Alaska or northern Canada. In the myth Wendigo can drive men to cannibalism and is probably a reflection or very real fears such during the long winters.

Raymond Von Over writes about Wendigo in "Monsters you've Never Heard of" OOP

There is indeed a psychological horror movie titled 'Wendigo' It's not bad.

 No.11769

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>After her encounter with the Wendigo, Kate shows Aunt Beth's journal to Maria. Her friend becomes so aroused by reading the journal that the two girls pleasure each other. They find a crypic message in Aunt Beth's journal and sneak away to the Wendigo Cave in search of answers. What they find there turns into an encounter in which the girls please multiple monsters. ADULT 18+

 No.11806

Why would modern native americans worship it?

To them it's just an evil spirit that nobody likes.

 No.11826

Northern Canuk here.

I took a elective course on native story telling in College. One of our last assignments as to write and present our own story in a traditional way, on a tradition Ojibwe topic.

So of course I picked Wendigos I mean fuck everything else is boring shit. Even there version of the bogyman sucks.

Anyways it freaked out the teacher, she let me finish but told me her tribe NEVER EVER speaks of the wendigo, and its very very taboo.

She had some cool stories about skin-walkers and bad medicine as well. Like how one of her cousins killed their grandfather because he suspected him of being a skin-walker, this was only a few years ago and the guy got away with it.

Also P.S natives who practice the traditional ways are cool bros.

 No.11846

>>11826
Post the story, nigger

 No.11880

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>>11846
Ok it's not super great

A long time, many generations ago, in one of the harshest winters. Three brave hunters went out into the white tempest to feed their tribe. One of them was a young one, barely a man, on only his second hunt. The second among them was an experienced hunter who had brought home much game in his time. Lastly with them was a wise man of many many years, who had declared that this was to be his very last hunt. Wrapped in pelts and armed with spears they ventured out into the snow.

For days they saw nothing but the white ground and the trees, no tracks in the snow but the ones they made themselves. Their rations were dwindling and the hunters grew restless. The wise man remained silent, as did the young one. The experienced hunter, however, grew tired of the fruitless hunt. He longed for the glory of returning home victorious and it made his spirit weary and irritable.

Finally, after many days with no luck, the experienced hunter found some tracks in the snow. They had been almost wiped out by the cutting wind, but against the smooth snow they were as clear as a trail of blood. Quickly the three followed the trail until they found a bear. It was a great beast, bigger than any bear the three of them had ever seen. The wise man wanted to leave the creature alone, thinking it too dangerous. Disregarding his elders advice the experienced hunter charged the bear. He took it by surprise, but when he stabbed it the shaft of his spear splintered and broke off. As the bear turned to defend itself against the experienced hunter the young hunter rushed in, despite his fear, to help the other hunter. His spear also pierced the beasts hide, but his soft cold hands lost grip of the weapon. The creature roared in anger and spun around. Before the young hunter could react the bears claw swiped across his chest, shredding his clothes and ripping his flesh, sending the young hunter flying backwards. The wounded animal fled and the experienced hunter wanted to pursue it, but the wise man convinced him that their young friend needed their attention. Begrudgingly the experienced hunter agreed.

 No.11881

>>11880
They treated the young mans wounds as best they could and set off towards home. The unsuccessful hunt had darkened the experienced hunters spirit further and it only got worse when, after a few days of wandering, they realized that they had lost their way and could not find back to their tribe. Their rations diminished quickly and despite the wise mans best efforts the young ones wounds only got worse. The morning came where they had to eat the last of their rations. Over the course of the day the experienced hunter distanced himself further and further from the other two, until a heavy snowstorm chased the three of them to take refuge in a nearby cave.

Now, in the light of the fire, the elder got the first good look at the experienced hunters face for the last few days. It looked much more gaunt than he remembered it, bony almost. And the elder was almost sure that his tribesman had grown a little. A moan from the wounded man lying by the fire made the elder look to him, and when he looked back the experienced hunter had gotten up. He had slipped off all warming pelts and beneath the elder saw a shocking sight. The mans body was almost fleshless now, skin barely clinging to his bones, as the rest of his clothing rotted away as the wise man watched. He was paralyzed in horror as he could now actually see the former hunter grow larger. The monstrosity shambled over to the wounded body as its fingers grew into sharp claws and the teeth became fangs, stretching out the jaw, giving the skeletal face the appearance of a feral, mocking grin. Unable to move a muscles the wise man witnessed as the creature wrapped its spindly hand around the young mans head and ripped it clean off. As the monster took a bite out of the head and immediately had a growth spurt the elder awoke from his paralysis and let out a scream. The monstrosity, who had finished the head and was now gnawing on the corpses arm, snapped its head to the wise man, blood dripping from its chin and bits of skin dangling in between the massive fangs. The elders scrambling hand found the shaft of his spear, and with a quick motion he launched it at the nightmarish being. His spear hit it in the chest, and the creature was thrown onto its back. Despite the massive hit the creature quickly began to get up again. The wise man did not waste any time, his companions were both gone, one dead and one had transformed into the dreaded Wendigo. He fled, running without looking back, and despite the roaring wind assaulting his ears he could hear the Wendigos laughter and the sound of ripping flesh for miles.

 No.11909

04/3/15
^-^

 No.11915

>>11729
Ravenous? 1999? Saw that recently. Interesting, subtle comedy and horror.

>>11726
No. They never worshiped the Wendigo. As >>11826 said, it's a taboo subject or an annoying one amongst Native Americans today. Interesting topic though,

 No.11930

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>>11726
The belief was that anyone who consumed human flesh would become a Wendigo.

It was mythologising the effects of real diseases that basically work like nature's failsafes against eating your own species.

It was something they feared, not respected, and only edgy cultists would worship it.

 No.11948

Wendigo is something to be avoided. Period.
Mind you it wasn't a thing in itself it is something that happens to a previously normal human. A man became a Wendingo.

In the recent movie version of "The Lone Ranger" Johnny Depp's Tonto is a Wendigo hunter much like a European might be a vampire hunter.

 No.11949

>>11930
>It was mythologising the effects of real diseases that basically work like nature's failsafes against eating your own species.

I heard it defined as a "cultural psychosis." the kind of thing that effects people just because they are afraid it might.

 No.12014

O|O|
you have no idea what im gonna do too you guys

 No.14298

>>11949

As far as I know, European myths don't have a parallel to the Wendigo. It is the embodiment of starvation and cold, and was about as taboo as it gets. It could also posses people and make them do terrible things and spread suffering.

It was mostly a thing with northern natives.


 No.15392

>>11769

I'd read that


 No.15395

>>11738

Nigga this is a slow-ass board on a slow-ass site. Don't be an entitled dick about it.


 No.15407

>>11769

Do I have to read Taken by the Wendigo 1 to understand what's going on?


 No.15662

Nah, Nativefag here and according to my tribe the Wendigo, although we call it the Witiko is a man that has been turned into a monster of boundless hunger because he consumed his spirit guide. The way to deal with one is to find a way to bypass it's scream as it is such a terrifying sound you are frozen in fear and cannot move. If you are able to keep yourself from hearing it's scream you chop it's head off with the blunt end of an axe then burying it's head between it's legs. Then it will walk the earth searching for it's head forever. Another way to prevent it from happening is to either a, have the person turning into one drink a pot of boiling grease, or kill him before he turns. Witikos still look like people. However, they look like crazed hobos who haven't taken care of themselves and have eaten their lips and fingertips. I got other stories if anybody is interested.


 No.15664

>>11949

Except there really are a lot of disease you can get by eating human flesh. Like kuru, which gives you laughing fits and kills you within 2 years.


 No.15666

>>15662

please share some, anon


 No.16620

>>15666

Not much else to say besides a some strange events happening to family members. Such as my oldest siblings, my sister and brother both used to be all about partying. My older brother, he would party in this little log house we have in our yard which was close to the trail where people would have a sweat lodge set up. My dad is a medicine man so while my parents were together we had quite a few of those at our place. Anyhow my brother kept on partying in this log house which was near where people would go to sweat and well. The best way I can describe it is that nobody would go down the trail towards the sweat lodge no matter how drunk or drugged up they got. Every single time someone planned to do it for whatever reason, a birdman would be waiting for them just on the border of the sweat lodge grounds. Never actually did anything but stand there and stare at them but it always left them plenty freaked out.

My sister lived at her own place during this time, she would party constantly sometimes a week at a time. However, one night something that I could only describe as a three dimensional shadow of a man was outside. The thing kept walking around the house looking for ways to get in and after that night my sister quit that life and began to get her act together. Same deal with my brother and they are doing fine now both living decent lives but it is freaky shit to me.

I myself haven't had any terrifying experiences save for hearing people whispering in my native language when I am all alone at night. Not too frightening considering all I have to do is ask then nicely to stop and they do every time.


 No.16623

That is one sweet picture

saved/5


 No.16634

>>11915

>Ravenous

That's a pretty cool movie. It was like 10 genres mashed together, but somehow worked anyway.


 No.18409

from what I always heard, it was basically comparable to the werewolf legends. But I always knew how to differentiate it from werewolves. In Louisiana, theres a creature called a rougaru, which is essentially both a werewolf and a spirit which possesses people and turns them into werewolves.

the wendigo really just sounds like a demon that infects peoples minds and turns them into mutant cannibals. The french just assumed that wendigo was the native word for werewolf, and left it at that.


 No.18439

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The following is an excerpt from the article "Weendigo Curse" by several contributing authors. (art by Frank Chavez)

"The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled

tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash

gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like

a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and

bloody…. Unclean and suffering from suppurations of the flesh, the Wendigo gave off a

strange and eerie odour of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption.”

– Basil H. Johnson, scholar of Objibwa folklore, 2001

Consider the Weendigo legend (also spelled Wendigo, Windago, Witiko, et

cetera). This legend shared by various Northeastern Native American tribes, strikes a

cord with many humans who have experienced a zombie attack. A Weendigo is a

monstrous spirit who possesses a human and compels its host to eat human flesh, or it is

a former-human who is cursed for cannibalism. Different stories presented Weendigos in

different forms: flying creatures, giants and even storm clouds. The unifying theme is

the consequence of the taboo act of eating humans.

As recently as 1907, Jack Fiddler was charged with murder by the Canadian

Mounties after killing his own daughter-in-law. Despite several other witnesses claiming

that she had become a Weendigo, Jack Fiddler was arrested and carried away for trial.

He escaped and hanged himself before he could be captured again.

So, here is what we have within the Weendigo legend: a corpse-like monster, a

theme of hunger to eat human flesh and tragedy in which elders are forced to execute

members of their own families. That certainly seems like a zombie story to me


 No.18440

>>15662

Cool description, Anon!


 No.18443

>>11726

They don't worship them.


 No.18460

Pretty sure native don't worship them. This is why they don't eat their own dead even if they're starving. Also another reason they think white people are crazy demons or some shit. Cause we eat dead people sometimes.


 No.18513

>>18439

sad panda…I have an autographed copy of Dead Reign by most of the staff and Kevin Siembieda…but none of my friends want to play it with me.

But this is still cool to me so thanks mang


 No.18599

>>18513

I understand that sad panda feels, Anon. If you might give a play-by-post game a try, I saw a Dead Reign game running on RPOL.net, and it's current.

Would you like a copy of the entire Weendigo Curse article?


 No.21036

So i live in alberta and a little ways from where i used to live is a small town named fort kent. Now fort kent is completely normal but the thing is, is that apparently its actually the second fort kent.

The original fort kent was a few kilometers away from where it is now because as the story goes the original was attacked by the wendigo. So according to people around here the wendigo is simply a spirit that possesses you and turns you into a cannibal. So anyway the story is that a long time ago in fort kent there was a doctor who helped the people of the town. After a while a plague set in and many people were getting sick. The doctor kept helping people and every thing was fine but not long after his wife got sick and died. Consumed with grief he went insane(or possessed by the wendigo) and vowed revenge on the people of the town. So every time a sick person went to him he would kill them and hide their body in his basement.

I cant remember exactly what happens after this but i think it was like this.

The people of the town held a meeting and everyone had to attend. Soon people realized that the others were going missing after seeing the doctor. They confronted the doctor and he went feral and attacked.

After they killed him and found the bodies they decided the place was cursed and left.

I cant remember if thats completely accurate, i think there is some stuff you can find about it if you look.


 No.21039

>>21036

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 No.21043

>>11726

Oh my burning feet, my burning feet of fire!

but for real read Blackwoods wendigo story, its fiction but pretty


 No.21044

>>21043

*pretty spooky


 No.21330

>>15662

are those flesh gaits?


 No.22185

>>15407

Obviously…

How else are you going to follow the complex and intricate nuances and twists?


 No.22217

>>11726

what the hell is this?


 No.22227

>>16620

>hearing people whispering in my native language when I am all alone at night. Not too frightening considering all I have to do is ask then nicely to stop and they do every time.

the imagery of this is kinda funny to me


 No.22241

I thought Indians fear him, instead of worshiping him. It´s like a personification of Hunger and people who resorted to cannibalism. as far as I understood it.


 No.22242

>>22227

"Hey, restless spirits, cut it out! Geez."


 No.22243

I like the figure they used for the Wendigo in FF XII, a bulky headless corpse running around wiht an axe, in place of the head there was a whisp of cold light. But my favorite is the one as a monstrous moose, or caribou.

A shame nobody mention the great short story called, precisely, The Wendigo, by Algernon Blackwood. One of the most /x/ worthy writers out there.

http://www.yankeeclassic.com/miskatonic/library/stacks/literature/blackwood/stories/wendigo.htm




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