Werewolf Game Season 6- Round 5 PG 35!!!!

[Wolfpack5554]

;A;

*digs own grave*
I'm sorr-*is hit with shovel*

*cough*
Ahem. ;=; I've been busy, but it'll be up tonight! I'm almost done with it! D=

*hides from ay4u*

[blacknightwolf]

*Joins ay4u In mob against Wolfpack*

(Its okay!)

[~Razzle~]

((=Joins mob= Huwwy! DX))

[Aaliya]

Did you die from your sickness?

[Wolfpack5554]

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ROUND CONTAINS EXTREME GORE/VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. :3

All was white. A pure, ungodly white.

The villagers had no sense of time, it was so white. Only when they began to feel the darkness closing upon them did they start arguing. They fought against each other, dividing into factions. Some villagers held others back as they leapt to each other. The shouts rose to screeches. Finally, tempers began to cool.
They could feel the sun set. Terror began to creep into each of them as they slunk back to their homes, locking their doors, and barring their windows before settling into their beds.

The clouds drifted, baring the cold silvery moonlight onto the silent village. No sound was made but the crashing of branches.

~~~~~~~

Each villager awoke as the sun filtered thinly through their boarded windows. The few that were left fought to open their doors against the piles of snow. Trickling into the village square, they scanned each other coldly, calculating their chances of survival, and trying to pick out who was the cause of their plague.

Within minutes, most had trudged their way into the square. A few were a bit behind, having difficulty pushing through the drifts of snow. No-one spoke. They all knew.

Silver was missing.

Heads down, Crow, Aerrow, and Azzri headed to the woman’s house, stomachs clenching in fear of what they would find. They reached her home, and found the snow in front of her door had already been dug out. Glancing at the others, Azzri pushed the door, whose hinges snapped and plummeted. A wave of stench pushed out, causing Crow to turn, retch, and flee. Azzri turned and gagged, but pushed forward, quickly followed by a coughing Aerrow.

Red stains covered the walls and floors, slowly sliding down with bits of membrane and flesh. Centered in the room, facing the door, was a bloodied chair in which Silver was tied. Her eyes hung out of their sockets, and her jaw had been nearly ripped off, hanging by a handful of muscle fibers. Dangling loose, her arms had been cruelly dislocated, alongside her legs. Her throat was cut out horribly neatly, with her knife stuck into it. Finally, and perhaps, most cruelly, her shirt was torn open, to reveal her opened chest cavity, stuffed with her red, shimmering scalp.

Azzri, collapsed to her knees and retched, but pulled herself up in front of the eye-wide, giggling Aerrow, and continued to move toward the body. She gasped and collapsed, passed out, as she noticed tiny script carved in her cleaned forehead.

When will you pathetic humans learn that weapons are of no use?

The villagers couldn't decide on another of their members to lynch, so all went home without the blood of the innocent on their hands, but also the knowledge that an innocent would die because they couldn't decide.
So, because of your indecision, Silver (Silverdoe) was tortured to death by the werewolf.

*hides from mob* My computer died and ate a wonderful dialog I had in the beginning. I thought about redoing it, but I decided to just get it up. |X

But~ Let's see if you guys can find a little something about how the werewolf got around last night. >3

[JDsalamander]

After being sick for several minutes,Crow bit her lip, tears in her eyes. What a horrible thing to happen to anyone......gasping slightly for breath in an attempt to clear her mind, Crow stumbled to her feet and made her way to her own house weakly, before collapsing into a chair, pulling out a pen and paper, and began writing.

January 25th

If anybody ever reads this, I just want to say a few things. First of all, I'd like to say, I'm so sorry,Jezi. I should have helped convince the mob that you were innocent. I feel horrible for tying you up when you were executed.

Alright, at the moment, seven of us are dead. Which means that I probably shouldn't vote for a while; there are too many to decide, and I don't think I could live with myself if I contributed to another innocent's death through lynching.

Right now, I'm somewhat more scared of the others than the werewolf; fear has turned us into monsters.

After writing that, Crow paused. That thought, of what they were becoming, had only just sunk in; she had been conscious of it before, but now something seemed to click, and the realization made her reluctant to continue. With a sigh, she wrote a little more.

In the case of my death, I request that my home is burned to the ground after this, being my final will and testament, is removed (and hopefully read,although in the situation that this is carried out, it probably has been).

Good memories and nightmares.

-Crow

With that, she leaned back in her chair, gazing absently out the window. "I wonder....who of us is the werewolf...?" She mumbled.

[~Razzle~]

Razzle shuddered, an odd feeling for a ghost. Drifting slowly over to Silver's home, she sighed. "Hello? Silver?" She whispered. "Sorry."
Without waiting for a reply, she turned, going as fast as she could to the voting area. "May as well..." She murmered, and marked down Damian [WhiteMageWolf]. Before she could change her mind, she turned, leaving her marks on the wall.

[Yuki.]

Grace sat in her home, trapped by the snow piled up. She ran at the door full speed, only to feel a horrible pain down her shoulder. Grace pushed on the door, but the snow kept it shut. No matter how hard she tried, she knew she wouldn't be able to open the door with her strength. She pounded on the door, hoping maybe a passerby would hear and help her. After a few minutes of pounding, Grace sat down on her small wooden chair. How long would it be until she could get out? If her brother was still alive, he wold be able to open the door easily. But he isn't. Grace bursted up with tears. Why did she always give herself these cold thoughts. No. Grace can manage her life by herself. She sat up, determined to get out of this house.
Grace walked to her door and tried to push it one more time, but it didn't budge. She ran to the window and opened it. With a stool, shemanaged to jump out only to land face first in the snow. She got up, only to find her hair messed up and snow all over. Grace tried to brush it off, but still left a few pieces of friost in her hair. She found everyone walking toward a certain direction. So she followed.

[ay4u]

[I totally predicted that, haha. XD

You know you can always get a ghost writer *HINT HINT* *NUDGE NUDGE* 8D]

"BLAH! BLLLAAAAHHHHH" Ay4u's ghostly form wailed, bored as heck. Being a ghost made him quite apathetic to the plight of the villagers. He easily shifted from form to form, but constantly slipped into the form of a dragon with dark scales and blue-gray eyes.

Eventually his mind thought of the red cape he had wanted to wear and assimilated it to his changing form. Then he did a superman-esc pose and flew around, not quite interested but not so bored.

[AH HA! These should be no spelling errors in this post >:D]

[Wolfpack5554]

I;m o=gonna say this now. Sorry for any typos., My glasses sanpped and I fon't have an extra pait. /sobs

so until I get new ones or find some way to fix them please hold out with me. I hope I'll be able to ger the, fixed by nest week so I can write teh new orund.