[Kath]

Formendacil had found a place to spend the Night a little way off from the village. He had abandoned his usual habit of sleeping on one of the villagers doorsteps, having had a trying Day and wishing not to be disturbed or, indeed, killed by a werewolf tripping over him as they left the house to go kill someone. He had assumed that his new bedroom, a small hollow in a tree just on the edge of the village, would keep him safe, reasoning being that if he was well hidden, the wolves might not bother taking the time to find him.

From his vantage point, he saw the three wolves leave their houses. For a moment he considered running back to the village, to tell everyone who the traitors amongst them were, but before he could gather the courage to leave his hiding place he heard a howl behind him.

Whirling round he began to back further into the hollow, expecting to see a wolf. He was unsure whether to be pleased or afraid when the sight that met his eyes was not that of a wolf, but of a coyote. Cocking it’s head the animal regarded him with cold eyes, and then turned it’s head up to the skies and began to howl again. Formendacil reached a hand forward.

“Shh.” He muttered, casting a wary glance back toward the village. He couldn’t see the wolves anymore, and it was worrying him not to know where they were.

The coyote continued to howl, disregarding Formendacil’s plea. Hearing answering howls from within the village he repeated his request, more desperate now than before. Receiving no indication that the animal had even noticed him speak, he crept a little further out of the hollow, hoping he could reach it and find some way to shut it up before the wolves became curious about the reasons for the noise and arrived to find an answer.

As he moved, the coyote stopped howling, and fixed wide eyes on him. Stopping, Formendacil smiled in relief, and turned to sneak back into his makeshift bedroom, but again his movement was stopped, for standing behind him were the wolves. Screaming out in terror, he tried to back away, but in his haste he forgot the coyote. His legs caught on the animal and he fell onto his back, crying out in fear as the powerful jaws of the wolves appeared before him.

The ripping sound of his own flesh being torn from his bones accompanied by screams of pain were the last thing Formendacil heard before death claimed him, but the mauling of his body continued long afterwards. The wolves dragged his body into the town square and proceeded to tear strips of flesh from his body, and place them on the embers of the dying fire left to burn throughout the Night.

When the villagers awoke at dawn, they smelt the cooked meat, and left their houses to find out what it was. Reaching the firepit, they saw what remained of Formendacil’s body lying on the ground, and many turned round to be sick. The wolves had claimed another innocent life.


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.

Alive:
Lhuna - traveller with absolutely no sense of direction
Cailín - tragedienne
Nilp - ex-world champion in chess
Fea - confectionist
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
spawn - lumberjackess
Mith - aura consultant
morm - butcher
Durelin - ninja
Sauce - retired Arda-famous chariot racer and playboy millionaire


Day 2 has now begun. Wolves stop PMing villagers start talking.