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dancing spawn of ungoliant · 11-20-2005, 03:00 AM

A confusing and bitter day was ending. There were now two wolves against two villagers, but the lycans hadn't moved even a claw in order to claim their victory. After a voting, Lalaith and tar-ancalime had been chosen for the day's lynchees.

"Which one goes first?" the ever-reducing lot inquired.

"This is insane", Lalaith protested, "Wolves should not have a franchise."

"Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? Did you see her repressing me? You saw her, didn't you?" tar-ancalime gloated.

"I have a suggestion", Eonwe smiled. "Let's not lynch Lalaith and tar. Let's kill Lalaith and Ang."

"Sounds good", tar-ancalime nodded. "It was fun to watch you two struggling, though."

"Yes, we thought it would be a nice jesture to let you think you could still survive", Eonwe added.

"A jester never dies! No living man can kill me!" Anguirel bragged but not very convincingly.

"But no living man am I! You look upon a wolf!" Eonwe and tar-ancalime looked at each other and laughed hysterically. Their bodies trembled with laughter that changed into spine-chilling howling. Tar-ancalime bared her teeth which grew sharp and long and thick grey fur appeared to cover Eonwe's skin. Eonwe leaped on Anguirel and plunged his teeth into the jester's neck. Another horrendous wolf stood up and tensed up her muscles preparing to attack.

Lalaith had only a short dagger against the vigorous wolf and although she fought bravely, the wolf was quicker and tar-ancalime closed her jaw around Lalaith's wrist and tore it off with a sickening crunch.

"Now give up, worthy adversary", tar-ancalime panted.

"'Tis but a scratch", Lalaith belittled.

Grimacing furiously tar-ancalime brought Lalaith to the ground and the wolves rent her heart out. After a little feast the lycans walked away satisfied and extremely pleased with themselves.

A somewhat nearsighted fox passing through Shamville on business of his own stopped several minutes and sniffed. "Villagers!" he thought. "Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a villager sleeping out of doors in the middle of a square. Two of them! There's something mighty queer behind this." He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it.

WOLVES WIN!

11-20-2005, 03:00 AM	#399
dancing spawn of ungoliant Mischievous Candle Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: So near to Russia, so far from Japan, quite a long way from Cairo, lots of miles from Vietnam. Posts: 1,234	The End of All Things A confusing and bitter day was ending. There were now two wolves against two villagers, but the lycans hadn't moved even a claw in order to claim their victory. After a voting, Lalaith and tar-ancalime had been chosen for the day's lynchees. "Which one goes first?" the ever-reducing lot inquired. "This is insane", Lalaith protested, "Wolves should not have a franchise." "Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? Did you see her repressing me? You saw her, didn't you?" tar-ancalime gloated. "I have a suggestion", Eonwe smiled. "Let's not lynch Lalaith and tar. Let's kill Lalaith and Ang." "Sounds good", tar-ancalime nodded. "It was fun to watch you two struggling, though." "Yes, we thought it would be a nice jesture to let you think you could still survive", Eonwe added. "A jester never dies! No living man can kill me!" Anguirel bragged but not very convincingly. "But no living man am I! You look upon a wolf!" Eonwe and tar-ancalime looked at each other and laughed hysterically. Their bodies trembled with laughter that changed into spine-chilling howling. Tar-ancalime bared her teeth which grew sharp and long and thick grey fur appeared to cover Eonwe's skin. Eonwe leaped on Anguirel and plunged his teeth into the jester's neck. Another horrendous wolf stood up and tensed up her muscles preparing to attack. Lalaith had only a short dagger against the vigorous wolf and although she fought bravely, the wolf was quicker and tar-ancalime closed her jaw around Lalaith's wrist and tore it off with a sickening crunch. "Now give up, worthy adversary", tar-ancalime panted. "'Tis but a scratch", Lalaith belittled. Grimacing furiously tar-ancalime brought Lalaith to the ground and the wolves rent her heart out. After a little feast the lycans walked away satisfied and extremely pleased with themselves. A somewhat nearsighted fox passing through Shamville on business of his own stopped several minutes and sniffed. "Villagers!" he thought. "Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a villager sleeping out of doors in the middle of a square. Two of them! There's something mighty queer behind this." He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it. WOLVES WIN! Last edited by dancing spawn of ungoliant; 11-20-2005 at 06:41 AM.