The villagers surrounded
Saurreg unexpectedly. He laughed in their faces.
"No," admonished one of the villager. "He's really a she."
"He is?"
"No, she is."
"Wait, what?"
During this time,
Saurreg stepped forward calmly.
"You know... at first I was afraid." [s]he said. The villagers stopped quarreling, confused. "I was petrified. I kept thinking that I could never fool you fellows with my lies. But then we spent several nights plotting how to do you wrong, and I grew strong. We wolves learned how to get along."
"Quite wolf! Get back!" cried the villagers, surprisingly in tune. They stepped forward together in a threatening and well-choreographed way. "Back to your place. Just wipe that innocent and reasonable look off of your face!"
"You should have changed all of your locks."
Saurreg told them, a little late, as it were.
"We should have made her leave her key." the villagers muttered.
"If I'd known for any short amount of time how badly she'd bother me..." muttered another villager.
"So... you just felt like explaining and expect us to be meek? Well, we're saving all our meekness for someone that you don't be!"
With that, the villagers stepped forward on cue. In the background,
Holby growled menacingly, but mostly harmlessly. She watched it all with a grin. Her late vote had sealed
Saurreg's fate, leaving her to kill once more... just to spite the village. There was no picturable way that she could still win... But she could give the
Moddess Goddess her deepest desire in taking out the
Hunter in one last, entertainingly-narrated battle. Or she could kill a
Seer or someone. Either way, she would never win. Pity.
Saurreg was now surrounded. [S]he growled, transforming.
Lhuna stepped forward.
"No worries, my doves, I'll handle this." And so she did, reaching forward with one quick motion and finishing off the werewolf
Saurreg with a move not unlike what, in the future, would be called the Vulcan death-grip.
Saurreg dropped like a rock and changed back into his small and gender-unsure form.
The village had bagged another wolf. They knew the final one. There would be a final death tonight, but what was one sacrifice, when they knew that
Holby would die in the morrow?
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It is now NIGHT. Holbytlass, send me the name of your spite-kill. Oro and Footie, send me a dream, pointless as it is. I suspect you will both dream of Morm.
Lhuna, you should send me a name post haste. TGWBS and LMP, don't PM each other. Mormegil... remain pointlessly suspicious for a little while longer.