[Kath]

Most of the village stood around in vague confusion. Fea had somehow contrived to get herself lynched, but not one of them could work out why she’d done it, and now that she was the Day’s lynch candidate, no one could work out what to do with her.

“So, um, we going for the favourite animal thing again?” Asked someone tentatively.

“Ha!” Fea snorted scornfully. “None of you will even have heard of my favourite animal, even if you could work out what it is.”

Enraged at the slight on their intelligence, the villagers threw insults right back at her. Too rude, too popular, too facetious, as well as some insults regarding a certain ‘friend’ that were not to be repeated. But the one that all the villagers agreed on, whatever their own differences, was that she was just too chatty.

The point was made over and over, Fea just laughing in agreement, angering them more. They began to stamp on the ground in time to their chant of ‘too chatty, too chatty’. They were making so much noise that they never heard the rumbling coming from a distance. Well, no one but Fea that is. Eyes suddenly wide she screamed at them to stop.

“Shut up! Look! It’s coming, please, you have to stop!”

But the villagers simply jeered at her, thinking that they were at last making an impression on this fearless girl, and carried on, getting even louder. Fea’s pleas were drowned out and ignored. She tried to run, struggling against the hands that held her in place, but there were too many and they were too strong.

Yet slowly, inexorably, the crowd began to part. A creature passed through, causing those around it to fall back in fear. It headed straight for Fea, who was now frozen in terror at the sight before her. It glowed slightly, a greenish tinge, bathing everyone around it in it’s light. Quietly someone whimpered.

“It’s a . . .a . . . c-c-c-chat skwerl!”

Turning its furry head, the swerl fixed the speaker with menacing eyes.

“Chat skwerl says . . . no more chat.”

Moving to face Fea again, the creature repeated the order. For an order it was, quiet but firm words that brooked no argument. Yet Fea being Fea, she still tried.

“But, but, I’m innocent you see, this was all a great big ploy, you don’t need to . . .”

“Chat skwerl says . . . no more chat.”

“Oh but it isn’t chat! I have this plan . . .”

The skwerl was becoming angry now. This mere girl was arguing with it? What madness was this? Louder now, it repeated the command.

“Chat skwerl says . . . no more chat!”

Poor Fea just couldn’t help herself. Cursed with the gift of the gab she continued to talk, to argue with this all-powerful rule setter. As she kept talking, the skwerl began to change colour, going from a faint green to a yellow, onto a brighter orange, and finally into an angry, pulsing red. At last scared into silence, Fea looked up at it.

“Chat skwerl says . . . no more Fea.”

With one swipe of a giant paw Fea was on the ground. The skwerl stood above her and stared down. Red eyes met dark ones and the gazes locked. The villagers were now all behind the pair, and so no one saw what passed between them during those few moments, but after the skwerl stepped away, it was clear to all that Fea had been silenced forever. In one bound the skwerl disappeared, and the villagers stepped closer to get a good look.

Used to the grim jobs, lmp bent down to close Fea’s eyes, which were still staring up at where the skwerl had been. As he got closer he gasped in shock. There in the centre of her pupils a faint red glow could still be seen. The skwerl’s warning would be with her for the rest of time, burned into her body. But whatever she had done to incur it’s wrath, the crime had not been werewolvery. Fea was innocent.


Dead:
Night 1 ~ Kath, killed by a turtle in an aerial attack ~ Innocent.
Day 1 ~ Boromir, lynched by the villagers by means of lions ~ Innocent.
Night 2 ~ Formendacil, killed by a coyote and it's trickery ~ Innocent.
Day 2 ~ Saucepan Man, lynched by the villagers by means of a platypus catapault ~ Innocent.
Day 2 ~ Nilpaurion Felagund, killed by an emerging alter-ego ~ Innocent.
Night 3 ~ dancing spawn of ungoliant ~ Innocent.
Day 3 ~ Feanor of the Peredhil, killed by a chat skwerl ~ Innocent.

Living:
Lhuna - traveller with absolutely no sense of direction
Cailín - tragedienne
Celuien - ketchup grower
TGWBS - Pokémaster
Lommy - AA-adviser
Nogrod - owner of ME's first hamburger restaurant
lmp - gravedigger
Tom - tree surgeon
Caran - town poet
Findëasëa (from now called Fin) - alpaca herder
Mith - aura consultant
morm - butcher
Durelin - ninja



Night 4 has now begun.
Wolves, Seer, Ranger, Hunter and Changeling please PM me your choices.