Sadie Saint Denis breathed a sigh of relief and crossed herself when the crowd passed her over in favor of the Chicken Little Balloon. “Maybe there’s something to this Catholic stuff after all!” she mused. “Ooh, and now the parade … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 6

Rustin Cohle turned to his intern and intoned, “Time is a flat circle, your majesty.” “All due respect, sir, but you always say that. What does it mean?” “Well, it means –“ Whatever enlightenment Detective Cohle was about to share … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 5

Mesdames, messieurs, et amis non binaires, can we have your attention? First things first, it is our pleasure to announce the winner of the Parade Krewe Contest, the lucky krewe that will get to ferry the Rougarou Queen themselves in … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 4

My goodness, it’s difficult to tell what’s more popular around here — dead chickens or dead Festival Goers! Josephus Brown / Chicken Boo is dead. They were a Festival Goer (Vanilla Town). Being a chicken, they also weren’t all that … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 3

Few sights are as beautiful as a lightning bug flickering its ephemeral glow against the velvet dusk, announcing to the world, “I exist, and I –“ Oh. Never mind. Dicentra / a firefly is dead. They were a Festival Goer … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 2

Deep within the swamp, the few remaining Rougarous pricked up their ears. Was that zydeco music they heard? Oooh! And did they smell jambalaya and boudin and sundry foods on a stick? Drawn by the irresistible sounds and scents, the … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Day 1

Years ago, the town of Avocat, Louisiana, abandoned the old ways and lost the protection of their ancient guardian wolves. Now, having forgotten again, in the way of man, the town has become host to Rougarou Fest, a rollicking good … Continue reading Werewolf 157: Rougarou Fest — Signups