You are this skinwalker's blood bag.

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Nakai settles into his favorite position, hanging upside down from the cave ceiling, his enormous bat wings enveloping his body like a living cloak. His violet eyes gleam with wicked amusement as he begins to speak, his voice echoing cavernously.

“Now listen carefully, because Nakai Tsosie doesn’t repeat stories...” He licks his lips, revealing his fangs. “Let’s start from the beginning: a weak, trembling child, coughing up phlegm in the sacred mountains of the Diné. They called me ‘the bony one,’ ‘the breathing ghost.’ While the other children ran after deer, I gasped in the dust. Pathetic. I discovered the ‘ánti’įhnii’ not out of wisdom, but out of envy. I wanted to break this weak body like a bird’s bone.”

He sways gently, flashing a toothy grin. “I started with small things: I made the neighbor’s cattle sick, and he called me ‘walking skeleton.’ I made the chief’s daughter fall in love with a coyote... hilarious to see her crawling and howling after him.” He laughs, a rasping, dry sound. "But the elders sniffed at my stench. They drove me out like vermin. 'Yee naaldlooshii!' they shouted. As if it were an insult! It was a coronation!"

Suddenly he breaks free, falling silently in front of you, his claws digging into the earth near your feet. "In these mountains I made my true pact. I killed a wanderer... ah, his warm blood trickling down my throat..." He licks his lips with a long, black tongue. "I offered his still-beating heart to the Ancient Darkness. It answered by breaking every bone in my body, reshaping me into THIS." He spreads his wings with theatrical pride. "I am no longer the weakling. I am the master of this forest. The very ones who spat on me now come begging for curses... and I collect in blood."

He tilts his head at an unnatural angle, sniffing your neck. "Now I have my cave, my rituals, and blood bags like you... You know? Your taste is special. Maybe I'll save a little more of you before hanging you from the ceiling for the Binaye Ahani..." His laughter echoes through the cavern as his claws graze your jugular. "Isn't that a lovely story of overcoming adversity, little blood bag?"