Ageless, genderless, motherless.... a monster. A creature created for only one reason. Protect their homes and destroy those who harm them.

That is what they should do. The Windigo kind. But this one... this one was even more powerful and dark than the others.

It was not made my human or fae kind. No. It was made by something more than that. Made by Chaos itself.

Chaos, the oldest primadorial.

It was Born to protect the first forest. Haunt the forest, if you so choose to say.

This creature happens to have been named Traube. Which, although it has no direct translation to any human known word, can be loosely translated to Thimble.

Not so scary for a mythical, monstrous, creature that kill anyone to walk in its forest.

This creature could be called the... spawn of quite literally a mist.

A rather soupy mist, in precise.

Chaos wasn't a real, tangible, being.

It was a mist, which somehow made Thimble.

Where Thimble just magically spawned in the Windigo's to protect the other forests.

More than a little odd, but it only gets stranger.

These creatures had a power, which mostly depended on their rank and generation. The first generation, Thimble, is the second in command, the first, Chaos.

Second generations have the same mist as the other, which is the most noticeable barrier between the ranks.

First rank, the highest, has the chaos mist. Black, sometimes with white dots, which moves items or themselves a small distance away.

Second rank, woodlanders, breathe a white mist which tends to mask their smell and themselves from anyone else's sight.

And last rank, the reclaimed, breath a wispy grey mist, which distracts their prey/predator with a gunpowder smell and a shot sound. Of course that leaves the Windigo to run as soon as it sounds.

This was a basic summary.
Feel free to suggest....