FuzzyLobster wrote:Well, I guess I know who they voted for...
I am ashamed at my lack of badassery. You're on your own now, villagers.
Oh yeah, right! Sorry!
ok, cueing the badassery in 3, 2, 1...
The village's water source was a small river than wound its way at the bottom of a steep ravine. Daily, the villagers would make the trek down the staircase carved into the rock, down to the river to fill their buckets with water. Now that wolves were loose, it became a dreaded necessity.
Fuzzy Lobster certainly felt vulnerable, all alone, despite being reassured that the wolves wouldn't chase her because they might tumble down into the ravine.
And sure enough, halfway to the river, she began to be aware of the sound of footsteps on the stairs behind her. She ignored it, for now. They were human footsteps, after all. But at every turn they got closer. Finally, she spun on her pursuant. "Oh, it's you!" she said.
"Oh, it's you" said Fuzzy Lobster.
The wolf, in human form, stopped and smiled. The relief in her voice was evident. She didn't suspect a thing. "I'm sorry, Fuzzy, I didn't mean to scare you."
The wolf felt her gaze turning curious?
"Are you going to get water? You need a pail?" She was carrying two. She offered one to the wolf.
Fuzzy maintained an innocent expression, but inwardly, she was willing the werewolf to take the damn pail. It seemed as if it was deciding how much longer to keep up with this human charade. It decided to play a little longer. It grabbed onto the pail.
At which point, Fuzzy Lobster pulled violently, sending the wolf and the pail flying past and bouncing down the side of the steep canyon. Fuzzy turned and ran back up the staircase as quickly as her legs would let her. She turned around. The wolf, now in true wolf form, had collided with a solid tree trunk, but it was not dead. It shook its head, howled, and began scrabbling back up the incline. Fuzzy didn't panic. She kept climbing, letting the wolf catch up.
When it was at her heels, she turned, took the second pail, and threw it. The pail stuck on the wolf's head. Fuzzy kicked, and the wolf went tumbling down a second time. She kept climbing, and then noticed the second wolf, at the top of the staircase, preparing to leap.
And it was then that Fuzzy knew she couldn't make it. So she stopped, and did the one last thing that she could do: she screamed the names of the wolves.
In the village, the only one within earshot was Steampunkowl. She heard Fuzzylobster's shout from the direction of the river, something like:
"THE WOLVES ARE N---------AND--------EN" followed by a fierce snarling. She smiled. She didn't like, nor trust Fuzzy Lobster, and although she'd rather nobody was dying, she was just pleased that it wasn't her.
Btw, there are a lot of clues in there. Have fun trying to decipher what I may or may not mean ;)