The bright, bleakness of the day reflects the people's thoughts. Hope is very thin, their bodies are weary and their minds are overcome with ache.
Snarling. Howling. Choking growl.
Heads turn. The little creature in the crowd looks about, muzzle darting to and fro.
Baa?
It bleats pitifully.
The Town stares at it. Look into its eyes. Question it. Bully it. It stands on four skinny legs and looks down. The people are disturbed. The creature is strange. Familiar, yet...
One man steps forward and takes the beast by the neck.
It lashes out, throwing the man to the floor. Whipping its head so violently its backbone seems to crack in two. And such a cry! A wailing roar, gutteral and passionate. The beast bounds away from the crowd who pursue it to the archway, taking up rocks from the flowerbeds and hurling them at it.
Beneath the archway the beast waits. Looking out to the place where the King and the child were buried. A rock hits it hard in the side, and it flinches but doesn't move. It looks into the crowd. Staring piercingly.
It reaches round with its head, scraping its teeth across the skin of its back, and my, what big teeth they are. Hold one in your hand it could be a knife. Aggressive. Like shattered stone. It growls and worries at itself and more rocks fly. Few hit. Blows that leave blood showing on white wool.
A tremendous rip. The sheep tears its own skin right off.
Head cocked, the beast looks back to the townspeople. The townspeople shudder at the sight. Clutch at the earth's spoils and throw them, defensively, fearfully. The beast's eyes bleed, its grey-black shoulders are torn exposing red. Its ribs showing through its skin are broken and angular. It wobbles on its feet, unable to stand any more, it collapses, letting out a pitiful whine. The whine seems to speak sorrow, and grief.
It stays their hands. They hold their rocks and watch, as the beast's heavy, laboured breaths grow more pained. In time, the difficulty is too much, and the breaths stop altogether.
The town breathes again. Watching the dead wolf entirely unsure what to think. They killed a monster, that much is certain. The silence drives them back to their homes, to their beds where they can think.
Xyem has been lynched. He was the Big Bad Wolf (MAFIA VANILLA).
or
you may prefer to remember him as
The Big, Redeemed Wolf. (TOWN XYEM)
Night V. Let's go! I'll try not to take to long.