The final round
Who to pass the game onto when this is finished...
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It was the final round. Two villagers had mysteriously be killed; Pumah was taken and supposedly killed by the mysterious cut throat Dullahan, and oakdenugg had been found, strangled by her drapes.
Night freak and Kichou stared at each other with hate in their eyes. One of them was a werewolf. But which one? The ghostly marks next to the physical marks told them it was night freak’s turn to be the lucky lynching candidate.
Kichou moved forward, a gleaming silver sword coated in Wolf’s bane brandished, a murderous glint in their eye, and a vengeful yet fearful smile on their lips.
“What’s the matter?” Kichou sneered, putting up their best bravado, “Wolf got your tongue?”
night freak retreated from the approach, their eyes betraying the paralyzing fear that was felt. No one ever wanted to die.
Kichou swung the sword mercilessly with the type of precision that would make the most skilled surgeon green with envy. Blood spurted from the diagonal wound across night freak’s chest.
As the pain hit, night freak slumped to the ground, screaming, crying, and gargling blood. She pleaded to whatever deity there might be to spare her and rectify this injustice.
“This... is... your... doom!” Kichou sinisterly smiled as the words crossed her lips, becoming rougher, more animal-like than before. Her features became a strange mix of slightly lupine and majorly fox. Kichou was the werewolf/fox.
The stunned ghost villager could only stare, unable to help in the slightest, as they watched to carnage. Kichou pulled night freak apart, a wet riiiiiiip that reminded them so of killing off their first neighbour. She devoured the broken body, leaving only the inedible parts left.
She smiled at the ghost villagers after she was through with her meal. “I won,” she growled. With a victorious howl/yowl Kichou ran into the forest to terrorize the next village.
Good job Kichou!
