*sniff!*
*Orgg walks up and puts the noose around his neck and stands at the edge of the Gallows drop.
I want to say that I never hurt anybody. Not more than would heal, anyway.
I knew this time would come. *WHuuuhh hoo hoooo!*
I *sniff* just didn't know when.
I have to apologise. I know I've been trouble to the village. I can't control my moods, I can't control my actions. *sniff* *sniff* and I can't control anyone else...
Oversoul, I must apologise. It wasn't always you that killed cattle and chickens around town. A few times, it's been me. I just couldn't control myself enough. Turgy, I'm sorry about your Daddy. His nature just screamed out "Wolf." I'm sorry you had to join him so quickly as well... *bawl* Zigathon, I'm sorry I pissed in your barrel of beer when I was sleeping around your house. I ment to drink a little of it, and it turned out I drank more than I should've. I kinda put it back, though, didn't I? It couldn't do anything to the taste... right? I'm sure you already knew that, though, being the See-*hic*-er. Mooseman, I'm sorry about taking the axe to that wooden statue of yourself you carved out of that dead tree trunk in the town square. I could've sworn it was staring at me when I woke up that mornin'. *Whaah haah haaah* *gulps air* Limited, your vegetable garden is as rich as it is because of me. Jus' *giggles, then cries again* don't dig too deeply, alright? *sniff* What you dig up might not be mud.
*Orgg puts his hairy hands over his streaming eyes.
I'll be out of my misrable life soon. Very Soon. I lived this life for many years before this plight befell our village without too much pain, and for all the trouble, I never hurt anyone-- anyone at all. I might've caused 'em a bruse or cut, but nothing permanant. *Orgg begins getting hairy as the sky darkens. I wish I could help the other, but he's as bloodthirsty as I am not. *Orgg's shoulders begin to enlargen* I knew this would be my fate as soon as I saw him around EricBess's place that night. *Orgg's nose begins to legnthen* I just wish you could tell who is who after the fur grew.
Goodbye.
*theorgg jumps with a sob-like growl. As he falls, his teeth elongate. After a deafening crack, it becomes apparent that one tortured soul was indeed controlled by his moods due to an unfortunate disease.
A Werewolf hangs in the middle of the town square, dead, with tears streaming down his muzzle.
A minute later, with a clap of thunder, it begins raining. The villagers retreat into their shelters for the night.