The small village of Warren had been rather peaceful for as long as anyone who lived there could remember. However, the last few years more and more people had begun to settle down in the area. The crime rate went up and the city itself became plagued by Cultists. These Cultists believed that they could summon their gods during the full blue moon; the people ridiculed them for their beliefs not that they knew who the members were. They had been very secretive about their members; it was not till the mass suicide ritual on the night of the blue moon that any of them had been unmasked.
It has been a year since then; it can be said that no one is mocking them now, not that there aren’t many people who can. The wargs who appeared the night of the ritual have been slaying people almost every night only the stubborn and naysayers did not leave. Now only twelve people still live; it is known that two among them have been turned into wargs but the question is: Who? These last few weeks the people’s sanity has been wavering; they lynch those who act up or say things they find unnerving. They question if their secret defender can hold off the beasts for much longer. It seemed that they had been protecting less people as time went by.
As the blue moon rose into the sky again marking an entire year since the ritual something strange was in the works. A simple villager was returning home from work was struck by a blue flame and knocked unconscious. They had a strange vision while knocked out, in it were the very beasts who have been terrorizing the people. Upon awakening this seer realized they could direct this ability at a single person. It was just for a moment, but it caused skull splitting pain as well as nose bleed showing the seer they shouldn’t use this power too much from now on.
That night Kolox felt secure for some reason and knew nothing bad would happen to him. Meanwhile the same couldn’t be said for Compjotr; he had this feeling that he was being followed. He began to walk quickly then run, there was no one out at night; he knew it was foolish but he had somewhere to be. He rounded a corner and bumped into someone; he jumped back at first then realized who it was. “Oh it’s you,” he said.
“That’s right.” they replied putting on a wolf mask. He didn’t have time to react to the hulking figure behind the one, which he had considered his friend. He was struck from behind a large clawed hand, which pierced his heart and broke through his crest easily. He coughed up blood and was only able to utter a single word before he died. “Why?” The human simply turned their back on the dying man, leaving the masters to their dinner.
Sorry the story is not as good as I would have liked, but I rushed. (For people who are anal about grammar: The "singular" they is a special case of this pronoun, where they is used as a gender-neutral singular rather than plural pronoun. This use is disputed. This also includes their and they’re.)
-Dawn-
Living:
1. adonai
3. Jakko
4. Digital_Eon
5. mystic_guard_sinoel
6. bipolargraph
7. flash
8. deuce22
9. Sensimilija
10. Kolox
11. Viraten
12. Dante
Dead:
2. Compjotr (Sorry comp better luck next time)
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