Better late than never
For one all villagers present were united though this time they did not need force of numbers. Mormegil walked calmly to the gallows. If the villagers felt any compassion for the young girl and the imminent end of her brilliant short life they did not show it. The noose was slipped around her neck and the diminutive body of the girl was released. So small was she that the drop was not enough to break her neck and as the noose tightened mormegil gasped for a final breath. Her body twisted and turned and as it did so her garments were rent as she resumed her other form. Instead of a girl the sinuous body of a werewolf teisted at the gallows.
The other villagers rushed to make sure the deed was accomplished and in death, mormegil resumed her wholseome form.
The villagers had finally killed a werewolf - but was it too little too late.
Night has now fallen.
Wolves (compulsory) and Guardian (optional) should e mail their choices.
While night lasts 24 hours, I should warn you that I am unlikely to be online tomorrow evening, so if I do not receive the necessary communications before 1.45 pm BST , it may be Saturday afternoon before I am online again. Sorry but I have a short notice work meeting and also short notice chance to see a very dear family friend. Given that she is 90 and lives a long way off you will understand why I am not passing up this chance.
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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