Ritual

It has been said in darkest times,
When morals matter least.
That some resort to sell their soul,
Partaking in a feast.
Such desperate acts aren't understood,
By those who can atone.
I pray you never have to choose,
To eat one of your own.

Here is Ritual's story
In the depths of a dense, shadowy forest where the whispers of ancient trees seemed to foretell tales of forgotten spirits, there existed a creature unlike any other. It was a being born from the unlikely fusion of two disparate entities: a wendigo and a calupoh. The wendigo, a creature of icy malice and insatiable hunger, was known to haunt the darkest corners of the wilderness, preying upon unsuspecting travelers who dared to venture too close to its domain. Its form was twisted and grotesque, its eyes burning with a hunger that could never be sated. The calupoh, on the other hand, was a guardian of the forest, a creature of noble lineage and fierce loyalty. With the body of a wolf and the soul of a warrior, the calupoh roamed the woods, protecting its home from those who would seek to despoil its beauty. But one fateful night, under the light of a blood-red moon, fate intervened and brought the wendigo and the calupoh together in a collision of worlds. As their paths converged in the heart of the forest, a strange and powerful magic enveloped them, binding their essences together in a union that defied all logic and reason. When the magic faded and the moon dipped below the horizon, a new creature emerged from the depths of the forest. It bore the twisted face of the wendigo, and the sleek, powerful form of the calupoh, its fur gleaming silver in the moonlight. At first, the creature was unsure of its newfound identity, torn between the primal urges of the wendigo and the noble instincts of the calupoh. But as it wandered through the forest, encountering creatures both friend and foe, it began to discover a balance within itself, a harmony of light and darkness that was uniquely its own. No longer driven by the insatiable hunger of the wendigo, nor bound by the rigid codes of the calupoh, the creature forged its own path through the wilderness, guided by its own sense of purpose and destiny. It became a guardian of the forest, protecting its home from threats both mundane and supernatural, while also offering aid and protection to those in need. And though its origins may have been shrouded in mystery, the creature's heart was pure, its spirit unyielding in the face of adversity. For it was not defined by the darkness of its past, but rather by the light that burned within, a beacon of hope in a world filled with shadows.