Weex'ma's Backstory
There was once a strong force of warriors, who grew together and fought together, training to pursue evil, to protect their sullen village. The village of the trees, in the shallow hill lands, still lies almost hidden in the sparkling green forests. It was built by wandering farmers and hunters, long ago — centuries, they settled there on the ridge of pines and cedars, to find a way to live in peace, justly. There, along with those old warriors, the common and still villagers had perfected that way to live in the utmost peace and security, at almost all times then, even with their neighbouring towns that grew calmly and slowly nearby.
Though, like said, there came a time when their careful ways of living were disrupted, and so all the warriors fell, it was a tragedy, and it was no accident.
Before the fall of the justice-willed warriors, a young man among them heard a tale. The tale went like this — “long ago, when the village of the trees first came to be, there was peace. Those new villagers lived there, happily and undisturbed for a short time, where it was sunny and warm, it always seemed like a mid-summer’s day in the village. But something changed, one day still in the heat of the sun’s month — dark clouds swept over the town in a thick fog, the woods went silent with no bird song, no rustle of leaves in the wind, and the farmers' usually pungent crops wilted to ash.
These days continued, the sun was nowhere, it almost seemed stolen from the village. Eventually, villagers too began to wilt too, elders died, children cried out from the darkness of corners and then vanished into nothing, leaving mere blood trails behind and a cloud of white dust.
Eventually, one strong-willed young twined soul of the village first called in history as Wan, set out to find the source of the forest village's misery. He waited in the darkness of a corner, in the coldness and chill of the spineless wind of night, until it came. Acting like a child he lured the creature over, in the shallow moonlight he saw its face — bone and cracked, it wore the skull of a rotting deer and the body of an aged and dead man. Though terrified, she continued to act and wait… Just as it held its hand over her head, skeletal and sharp like carving knives, she pounced. The young soul of the village revealed his concealed weapon — a boiling pot of melting tallow. And as the monster realized the act, he doused it in the white thick liquid, burning its skin and bone, and slowing its movements as if covered in sap. Instantly, the monster reared and shrunk to a ball, the young soul punched again, this time with a knife in his hand, and pierced its skull, killing the beast almost instantly.
As the creature fell, it dissolved to ash, like the farmers' dead crops, and left only a crown behind.
The twinned soul warrior, Wan, took the crown for himself, as the shadow of The Wendigo retreated under his feet. As it left, the darkness did too, and the sun was soon returned to the forest village, and peace was finally restored — justice had been enacted. Wan returned to the light, and was praised by the villagers, she was given a new title and spoken down newly in history as A’laxjawk — The evil killer. A’laxjawk, surrounded by the people of his village, was crowned in The Wendigo’s fallen deer skull. As it was donned on her head, she knew it to be a warning to all other lurking evil and malice-filled creatures, that justice would always prevail.”
After hearing this, the young man, the current hero of the current tale, felt the ending of the story to be unnerving and wrong. He knew that in the way it was spoken, that The Wendigo did not die the day it was slain, and its soul was still alive in the world he lived in.
Duus — “cat,” as he was called — due to his strong connection to cats and felines, felt confident in his training, he had been a warrior of the village since birth, and he was the strongest of them all — the one with the justest heart. So, he set out to finally kill the beast of the village tale, and eliminate any chance of its return.
Duus travelled to the far edge of the forest world, the darkest part, and hunted the shadow beast. He baited it out with the blood and cries of a sick baby lamb, spending days there in the forest alone. Time did not stop him, as he was not deterred, because he knew his suspicions had to have been true. If The Wendigo truly was dead, then why was there still misfortune in his village? It had to be the work of the shadow monster.
Eventually, his suspicions miraculously came true, and The Wendigo appeared, and just as it was described in the legend, it wore the rotting skull of a deer head and towered above Duus, its skin dripping off its sharp and brooding skeleton. The warrior immediately took up a stance to fight, he was prepared for this moment, and he even carried a bowl of melted tallow just as A’laxjawk had before. So, he waited for the creature, as it drew nearer and nearer, with its harsh breathing that wove into the dark wind like wheezes. Soon, it stood higher over the strong soldier, Duus, and bent its long neck to growl in the face of the warrior.
Duus, striking at once, doused the creature in the white-hot tallow. The Wendigo shrieked and stumbled back in agony, but it did not shrink like in the tale. Instead, after a minute, it shook off the tallow remnants and continued forwards toward the warrior.
Duus, having seen his strategy fail, honourably fled to the village — he would fight another day, that’s what he thought to do. But his cowardly plan failed horribly, and Duus led the creature back to the forest village, chaos struck at once.
The other warriors of justice, having seen The Wendigo and Duus in mid-combat, instantly joined the fight to destroy the beast. But even so, they were unprepared and ill-equipped to fight the strong and healed wendigo, which had watched the warriors as they trained, and had carefully formed its own techniques to use against the unsuspecting warriors of the day. As such, the warriors of the village fell, all dead side for Duus, the culprit.
The Wendigo, victorious, ignored Duus, moved on, and looked instead to the villagers — it would continue to kill and ravage the village of A’laxjawk, its most formidable foe.
Duus, watching as The Wendigo destroyed his village, felt at a loss, now with nothing else to do but pray to the spirits, was suddenly disturbed by an airy voice. At the sound Duus turned to find his prayers suddenly answered — The Lynx Spirit — Weex O’tsin, in animal form stood before him. Blue and clear, the Lynx told Duus of another way to fight, with the body and not tools or the mind — and quickly, it taught Duus how to fight this way, and gave him spiritual power, which it warned would only last a single battle.
Duus with this newfound knowledge, returned to fight The Wendigo, who still paid him no mind, as it thought him weak and foolish. Using this to his advantage, and mad for the destruction of his village, Duus attacked The Wendigo with a new fighting style — that of martial arts. With these skills, the unprepared Wendigo fought a losing battle against the strong Duus, and fell to ash once more, as Duus punched the beast into oblivion with a spirit punch.
Though the victory was his, and as Duus retrieved the deer head as A’laxjawk had before, he witnessed The Wendigo’s shadow spirit retreat again into the forest's darkness.
As he stood there, vacant, the villagers cheered and praised their new hero, calling him Weex’ma Balim, like a lynx, and acting like one — since he radiated the power of Weex O’tsin, all the villagers could see it. As the deer crown was placed on Weex’s head, the spirit of the Lynx left, and Weex was finally returned to a mortal state, but given a new purpose and goal.
Only he knew that he was the reason for the genocide of the village, and he held that sin close to his heart. The young Weex, holding the guidance of the Lynx spirit also in his heart, set out to learn more of the power — the power of martial arts, as to become strong, and one day, finally destroy The Wendigo entirely, once and for all.