DAILY PROMPT : [ HP ] In 1879 Swift Runner , believing he is possessed by a 'Wendigo ' , becomes a cannibal

Call me what you will, I have had many names through the millennia. 
 
 I reach out from my being to inhabit their fragile bodies for a time. The journeys are short to be sure, only an instant to me. Yet, I have learned much. 
 
 Only in these forms do I experience emotion. Love. Joy. Fear. Hatred. So many people. It's intoxicating. They fascinate me to no end. 
 
 I remember the touch of a woman. The touch of a man. These memories reside in me now, though I have never directly experienced them. 
 
 The look in her eyes as she looked into mine. The touch of her hand. Feeling the gentle curve of her breast and the swell of her hips. Inhaling deeply her perfumed essence. The scent of her. 
 
 The rasp of his beard as he rubbed against my cheek. Running my hands over his hard muscled chest, my fingers combing through his hair. Inhaling deeply his rugged essence. The scent of him. 
 
 It is not enough. I want more. I must find another to inhabit so that I may taste their flesh and feel the joy of feasting upon it. 
 
 It's time to feed. 

