Werewolf VI (the saga continues in a rather continuous way)

[Saurreg]

When the day is over, this wretched beast will perish for its twisted nature and be no more. But before that sorrowful moment comes to pass my dear friends (and could have been delicious suppers), I Saurreg must speak once more. Firstly to add to my previous request, I bruise easily so don't use a rope that's too rough and secondly, I know you've all admired and dare I say envied over this perfect, smooth and tight alabaster skin (don't hate me cuz I'm gifted this way). Pray not pierce this body with cruel spikes and forks because you all don't want to destroy something so beautiful, no?

Lastly and on a more serious note I must speak of Eomer of the Rohirrim and confess to the great disservice I have rendered to him.

Eomer, sweet Eomer. I have committed great wrong against thee by exploiting thy courteous and noble heart, and twisting that pure soul with cruel hands. What thou started with innocent humour and mirth, I return with calculated cunningness and dark malice to shape my ends. And in doing so I caused thee an unfair burden of guilt and shame that should have been mine to bear.

It tore into me when I read thy vote and at that moment all glee and pride evaporated and I became remorseful myself.

Now I wonder what would happen when I cross yonder dark river and come face to face with Eomer of the Rohirrim again. Will he find it in that noble heart of his to forgive my cruel manipulations and let us embrace? Or will that handsome face turn dark and terrible, turn away and never look at me again? I shudder to think of the possibilities, especially when they are of my own making.

There I am done. Do what you must.

How can this lycan continue such a sickening masquerade for long when pangs of guilt pierces its dark heart?