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(( Im really sorry for the wait. I've been bogged down with so much recently and have been under a lot of stress. It dosen't help that I'm a perfectionist and re-wrote this twice. There's not as many images as I'd of liked, I may add some when I get time, but I hope the writing makes up for it. Enjoy ))
Werewolf XI
Epiloge
Once upon a time there was a small, unassuming village in a place nobody quite knows where near somewhere no-one can quite remember.
It was inhabited by many curious souls, most of them descended from outcasts from the rest of so called ‘normal’ society that had banded together many eons ago to create their own village where they would be free to frolic, drink and be generally merry to their hearts content.
All was well, for many a few years, until...
(FORGIVE ME MY BACKGROUNDS/BUILDINGS/VIRTUALLY ANYTHING THAT ISNT A PERSONS FACE IS TERRIBLE)
Wait a minute.
This can’t be right. Are we even in the-
Ah.
-Ahem-
Where nothing at all had happened, it seems!
Yes, it seems even the lynch-happy townies of Comicsfuryville are not entirely obsessed with their werewolf hunting, at least not enough to miss out on the joy of the holiday seasons.
It seems everyone has been so busy celebrating that everyone simply forgot what was going on, instead returning to their homes and enjoying the hospitalities.
Look, it seems someone has even left a few stockings for the wolves! How nice of them, considering they seem to of been charitable enough to let most of the villagers live to see Christmas.
But not everyone is celebrating it seems.
While the other villagers have been busy, something peculiar seems to be happening in the village centre.
And only one person is there to observe it.
Ah yes, it’s the ghost of Ranger, who after annoying the other villages with his constant proclamations of being a villager all through the night has rather politely not been invited to the village dinner this year.
You’d suppose he wouldn’t mind though, considering there’s not much he could really eat being dead and all.
On second thought, dinner was sounding particularly lovely right about now...
Fearing for his now immortal soul, Ranger of course goes running off for the local tavern, ‘Ye Olde Noose’ where he finds a number of the locals kicking it back as it were.
Among them is Jacob accompanied by Salty, both of them brandishing a glass full of some sort of purplish liquid and rather bright faces.
“Something weird’s going on outside!” Ranger proclaims, waving his ghostly arms around madly.
This is of course met with sceptical glances between Salty and Jacob, who proceed to deal with the situation in the best way they know.
Meanwhile, Lalaland has decided to take it upon herself to spread some holiday cheer by giving everyone some snow.
Of course, Comicsfuryville is well known for its inability to receive any sort of weather, so she decided that confetti will have to do, and what better papers to turn into confetti than some convenient stacks she found nearby!
“Hey whats tha-“ Lalaland suddenly cries, stopping dead in her shredding and looking up at the sky.“‘COR BLIMEY”
Elsewhere, Sarge and Jimi are busy having a ‘We didn’t get lynched’ party of their own and are taking turns to play ‘Pin the noose on the Ranger’ when suddenly, they seem to be rather unexpectedly interrupted, but doesn’t stop Sarge pulling a vacuum cleaner from his beard and proceeding to suck up Fenrir’s ghost, who had been skulking around the general area for quite some time.
By now everyone seems to be gathering at the centre of the village, including Ranger who seems to have somehow coaxed a very wobbly looking Salty and Jacob to join him.
No-one really quite knows what they’re looking at nor can they agree on what exactly to do about it. The only thing they can agree on is that the huge, totally-not-plot-relevant pillar of light distracts from their pretty town centre quite a lot.
Everyone is so busy jabbering between themselves that they don’t seem to notice what exactly is going on in the sky with all that weird light...
Ice the frosty cat steps forward from the crowd with a look of offering an explanation.
The villagers are expectant.
“My dear villagers. I don’t pretend to know what this is, nor how it got here. I do however have an explanation, with evidence too!”
The crowd gasp, wondering how exactly Ice could know all this so fast.
“It’s clearly all Rangers fault!” He cries, pointing an offending finger at the ghost of Ranger.
“What?! I’m innocent! I’m a-“
“-villager.” Everyone else finishes for him. He’d been manically squawking the same thing all night and even worse, when they’d tried to shut him away (in a special ghost holding room, naturally) he’d ended up scrawling it all over the walls.
“No.” A sudden voice cries, causing everyone to look around expectantly for the source.
“You’re not a villager.”
And at that, a rather stunning being emerged from a parting in the colossal light.
Why, it was the wizard!
Tres recognises the figure instantly, her face a mixture of horror, confusion and a sudden urge to steal all the dinner custard while the going was good.
Except something didn’t seem quite right.
Something seemed a little.. off.
Maybe it’s the shades and gaudy Hawaiian shirt that is throwing everyone for a loop.
Just a suggestion.
Biophysicistis is at a loss for words, or at least seems to be as his pink orb floats around rather sporadically.
Shaggers is equally perplexed, though still secretly somewhat annoyed that all this shining light is making his glow seem a little underwhelming.
“You lot have been having fun, I see.” The wizard snickers, gently caressing his finely combed beard and smelling faintly of some fruity cocktail.
“From what I’ve heard, not been much murder recently, has there?”
His eyes dart towards Shaggers general direction.
“I see it may have been a mistake to assume I could leave you to it”
The wizard growled, his eyes narrowing in a most unpleasant action even despite the shirt and shades.
This seems to have worried Shaggers, who after exchanging a look with Lalaland, nods his head dramatically.
Suddenly there are somewhat hairier versions of a stick figure and a rather adorable looking werewolf with big blue eyes staring at the fellow villagers. They’re accompanied by a pink mist that vaguely resembles the shape of a werewolf.
Lalaland wastes no time in bounding over to Ice the frosty cat and sticking her claws straight through his abdomen. Unfortunately, Ice himself didn’t really see the werewolf coming until it was too late and by the time he realises whats happening, his life is already slipping away.
Oh wait, turns out it was just a conviniently placed snowman.
Whoops.
Ah well, she killed that snowman brutally! That sure showed him.
Bio meanwhile seems to have dissipated over the general area of Tres, in which between the pink clouds faint spasms of blue light can be seen and loud coughing noises can be heard.
By the time the pink mist has re-formed, there’s no sign that the girl was ever there, apart from a perfect crystal sphere rolling along the floor.
Shaggers decides that, as the alpha wolf, he’s going to show off a little and manages to rip Salty’s head off mid-sentence.
Thing is, he keeps talking so to shut him up he throws it at the nearest target, the unfortunate Jimi, who not only gets Salty’s dismembered head thrown at him point blank but the momentum causes him to go flying backwards and right down the very-conveniently-placed village well.
It’s a very long time before anyone hears the splash of him reaching the bottom.
All attention shifts to the remaining three villagers now, squaring off against the three very violently inclined werewolves.
“We left stockings for you!” Ice jabbers, pointing towards the very neatly rowed meat-stuffed stockings against a nearby wall.
“And they were lovely. Really, we appreciate it. Just we’ve got our own skins to think about now sorry.”
The wolves moved to pounce.
BANG!
“Stop right there, outlaws!” Jacob cries, a rather sporting hat now resting on his head and a gun raised towards the offending party. Everyone freezes, unsure of what to do next. Jacob decides to use this to his advantage.
“If any of you come any closer, I’ll put a bullet right between your eyes!” He exclaims, cocking the trigger on his gun once more.
“And incase any of you think just ‘cause I’ve been drinking I’ll miss...”
He cocks his gun at the wolves feet.
“Ahem.”
Everyone pauses from the dramatic scene suddenly, feeling a little disheartened. Afterall, everyone had just gotten pumped.
But the wizard has clearly had enough of this.
“I didn’t actually SAY to kill anyone you know.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes and waving his hands at the lot.
Suddenly, not unlike a giant bath, the fur seems to wash away from the three werewolves leaving them in their very human form once more.
“To be honest, I’m not really in the mood for this just yet. I need to unpack. NEXT time though, I’m going to be really evil, just to balance it out.” He nods, as if the other villagers have already agreed.
Not that he’d care.
And then he was gone in a glorious cloud of hula music and smoke.
Meanwhile, at the bottom of a well...
“... Is anyone there? I seem to be a bit stuck down here. Um. Help?”
All he hears is the revving of a motorcycle engine driving off into the sunset (despite it clearly being night. Magical sunsets are wonderful), with a suspiciosly block shaped rider atop its seat.
(Gosh that sucked. I'm sorry guys.)
The game is over!
Jacob was the Sherrif
Tres was the Seer
Ice the frosty cat was the Mercenary
Sarge was the Ghost-hunter
Lalaland was the Werewolf
Biophysicist was the Converted Werewolf
Shaggers was the Alpha Werewolf
Meager wasTrapped in a well
Werewolf XI
Epiloge
Once upon a time there was a small, unassuming village in a place nobody quite knows where near somewhere no-one can quite remember.
It was inhabited by many curious souls, most of them descended from outcasts from the rest of so called ‘normal’ society that had banded together many eons ago to create their own village where they would be free to frolic, drink and be generally merry to their hearts content.
All was well, for many a few years, until...
(FORGIVE ME MY BACKGROUNDS/BUILDINGS/VIRTUALLY ANYTHING THAT ISNT A PERSONS FACE IS TERRIBLE)
Wait a minute.
This can’t be right. Are we even in the-
Ah.
-Ahem-
Where nothing at all had happened, it seems!
Yes, it seems even the lynch-happy townies of Comicsfuryville are not entirely obsessed with their werewolf hunting, at least not enough to miss out on the joy of the holiday seasons.
It seems everyone has been so busy celebrating that everyone simply forgot what was going on, instead returning to their homes and enjoying the hospitalities.
Look, it seems someone has even left a few stockings for the wolves! How nice of them, considering they seem to of been charitable enough to let most of the villagers live to see Christmas.
But not everyone is celebrating it seems.
While the other villagers have been busy, something peculiar seems to be happening in the village centre.
And only one person is there to observe it.
Ah yes, it’s the ghost of Ranger, who after annoying the other villages with his constant proclamations of being a villager all through the night has rather politely not been invited to the village dinner this year.
You’d suppose he wouldn’t mind though, considering there’s not much he could really eat being dead and all.
On second thought, dinner was sounding particularly lovely right about now...
Fearing for his now immortal soul, Ranger of course goes running off for the local tavern, ‘Ye Olde Noose’ where he finds a number of the locals kicking it back as it were.
Among them is Jacob accompanied by Salty, both of them brandishing a glass full of some sort of purplish liquid and rather bright faces.
“Something weird’s going on outside!” Ranger proclaims, waving his ghostly arms around madly.
This is of course met with sceptical glances between Salty and Jacob, who proceed to deal with the situation in the best way they know.
Meanwhile, Lalaland has decided to take it upon herself to spread some holiday cheer by giving everyone some snow.
Of course, Comicsfuryville is well known for its inability to receive any sort of weather, so she decided that confetti will have to do, and what better papers to turn into confetti than some convenient stacks she found nearby!
“Hey whats tha-“ Lalaland suddenly cries, stopping dead in her shredding and looking up at the sky.“‘COR BLIMEY”
Elsewhere, Sarge and Jimi are busy having a ‘We didn’t get lynched’ party of their own and are taking turns to play ‘Pin the noose on the Ranger’ when suddenly, they seem to be rather unexpectedly interrupted, but doesn’t stop Sarge pulling a vacuum cleaner from his beard and proceeding to suck up Fenrir’s ghost, who had been skulking around the general area for quite some time.
By now everyone seems to be gathering at the centre of the village, including Ranger who seems to have somehow coaxed a very wobbly looking Salty and Jacob to join him.
No-one really quite knows what they’re looking at nor can they agree on what exactly to do about it. The only thing they can agree on is that the huge, totally-not-plot-relevant pillar of light distracts from their pretty town centre quite a lot.
Everyone is so busy jabbering between themselves that they don’t seem to notice what exactly is going on in the sky with all that weird light...
Ice the frosty cat steps forward from the crowd with a look of offering an explanation.
The villagers are expectant.
“My dear villagers. I don’t pretend to know what this is, nor how it got here. I do however have an explanation, with evidence too!”
The crowd gasp, wondering how exactly Ice could know all this so fast.
“It’s clearly all Rangers fault!” He cries, pointing an offending finger at the ghost of Ranger.
“What?! I’m innocent! I’m a-“
“-villager.” Everyone else finishes for him. He’d been manically squawking the same thing all night and even worse, when they’d tried to shut him away (in a special ghost holding room, naturally) he’d ended up scrawling it all over the walls.
“No.” A sudden voice cries, causing everyone to look around expectantly for the source.
“You’re not a villager.”
And at that, a rather stunning being emerged from a parting in the colossal light.
Why, it was the wizard!
Tres recognises the figure instantly, her face a mixture of horror, confusion and a sudden urge to steal all the dinner custard while the going was good.
Except something didn’t seem quite right.
Something seemed a little.. off.
Maybe it’s the shades and gaudy Hawaiian shirt that is throwing everyone for a loop.
Just a suggestion.
Biophysicistis is at a loss for words, or at least seems to be as his pink orb floats around rather sporadically.
Shaggers is equally perplexed, though still secretly somewhat annoyed that all this shining light is making his glow seem a little underwhelming.
“You lot have been having fun, I see.” The wizard snickers, gently caressing his finely combed beard and smelling faintly of some fruity cocktail.
“From what I’ve heard, not been much murder recently, has there?”
His eyes dart towards Shaggers general direction.
“I see it may have been a mistake to assume I could leave you to it”
The wizard growled, his eyes narrowing in a most unpleasant action even despite the shirt and shades.
This seems to have worried Shaggers, who after exchanging a look with Lalaland, nods his head dramatically.
Suddenly there are somewhat hairier versions of a stick figure and a rather adorable looking werewolf with big blue eyes staring at the fellow villagers. They’re accompanied by a pink mist that vaguely resembles the shape of a werewolf.
Lalaland wastes no time in bounding over to Ice the frosty cat and sticking her claws straight through his abdomen. Unfortunately, Ice himself didn’t really see the werewolf coming until it was too late and by the time he realises whats happening, his life is already slipping away.
Oh wait, turns out it was just a conviniently placed snowman.
Whoops.
Ah well, she killed that snowman brutally! That sure showed him.
Bio meanwhile seems to have dissipated over the general area of Tres, in which between the pink clouds faint spasms of blue light can be seen and loud coughing noises can be heard.
By the time the pink mist has re-formed, there’s no sign that the girl was ever there, apart from a perfect crystal sphere rolling along the floor.
Shaggers decides that, as the alpha wolf, he’s going to show off a little and manages to rip Salty’s head off mid-sentence.
Thing is, he keeps talking so to shut him up he throws it at the nearest target, the unfortunate Jimi, who not only gets Salty’s dismembered head thrown at him point blank but the momentum causes him to go flying backwards and right down the very-conveniently-placed village well.
It’s a very long time before anyone hears the splash of him reaching the bottom.
All attention shifts to the remaining three villagers now, squaring off against the three very violently inclined werewolves.
“We left stockings for you!” Ice jabbers, pointing towards the very neatly rowed meat-stuffed stockings against a nearby wall.
“And they were lovely. Really, we appreciate it. Just we’ve got our own skins to think about now sorry.”
The wolves moved to pounce.
BANG!
“Stop right there, outlaws!” Jacob cries, a rather sporting hat now resting on his head and a gun raised towards the offending party. Everyone freezes, unsure of what to do next. Jacob decides to use this to his advantage.
“If any of you come any closer, I’ll put a bullet right between your eyes!” He exclaims, cocking the trigger on his gun once more.
“And incase any of you think just ‘cause I’ve been drinking I’ll miss...”
He cocks his gun at the wolves feet.
“Ahem.”
Everyone pauses from the dramatic scene suddenly, feeling a little disheartened. Afterall, everyone had just gotten pumped.
But the wizard has clearly had enough of this.
“I didn’t actually SAY to kill anyone you know.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes and waving his hands at the lot.
Suddenly, not unlike a giant bath, the fur seems to wash away from the three werewolves leaving them in their very human form once more.
“To be honest, I’m not really in the mood for this just yet. I need to unpack. NEXT time though, I’m going to be really evil, just to balance it out.” He nods, as if the other villagers have already agreed.
Not that he’d care.
And then he was gone in a glorious cloud of hula music and smoke.
Meanwhile, at the bottom of a well...
“... Is anyone there? I seem to be a bit stuck down here. Um. Help?”
All he hears is the revving of a motorcycle engine driving off into the sunset (despite it clearly being night. Magical sunsets are wonderful), with a suspiciosly block shaped rider atop its seat.
(Gosh that sucked. I'm sorry guys.)
The game is over!
Jacob was the Sherrif
Tres was the Seer
Ice the frosty cat was the Mercenary
Sarge was the Ghost-hunter
Lalaland was the Werewolf
Biophysicist was the Converted Werewolf
Shaggers was the Alpha Werewolf
Meager was
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