<OOC: I went ahead of time and decided to just post the entire thing.>
Cracking her knuckles expectantly, almost as if waiting for thunder to strike or a piano to play, oh that would have been wondrous. She pulled out the leather apron that had been stewing in boiling water, as well as the disinfected axe. By virtue of boiling water her hands would be equally clean.
The doors where locked, and entrances manned to ensure that no man would witness what was going on inside her new compartments, as it has always been. Once you possess the knowledge, and have used it to an extent.
Experience dictated this to be an easy task. Reworking his vessels, sadly his entire body seemed infected by this vile toxin. It was still going trough more subtle stages, working on his insides and reaching for the brain one organ at the time like a serpent savouring the hunt and its prey before gobbling it up greedily.
There where several ways to save this person, and since Ranar did not know an easy way out. She had every possible option within her grasp.
Chuckling maliciously as she drew the circles of life with spare intestines. Connecting them together before unleashing the serpents blood to the ground, spilling it on everything as green energies lighted up his insides, a brief moment of exertion gathering the corpses at her disposal and fusing them within the void of life.
As expected the victim was still clamouring for his body, the soul refusing the leave until the very last second. A gamble, a hope, like a drowning man for air or a thirsty one for water this lizard was hoping either instinctively or foolishly to life and she would answer.
Morning came, she had been at it all night, most of the corpses where spread apart and their good parts had been taken and made use of.
Reinforcing him with every ounce of knowledge she had ever gained. Twice the mass in bones and four times as much muscle to support the large frame. A third set of lungs; she had also made use of the bodies herself. Sporting a new set of eyes that actually looked the same, how she had missed out on such small details. A sigh of relief as she was finally done, the subject breathing happily and his four heartbeats blending in with each others in a perfect system now all that was left would be to name him, oh his dead brethren had helped to maintain the outlook of a lizard. He was a masterpiece, he was grander than his kind like a lizard demigod.
A slight testament to the fact that she could transcend most of her sisters in the art of bringing people back and then augmenting them with the limbs, bones and vitals of their fallen comrades. Much better put to use in these countries of conflict than at a scholars table. She was not teacher material, nor did she take interest in playing games with her equal minded fools. "Oh? Decided to awaken?"
The lizard was trying to move like a newborn doll testing its strings and finding them heavier than last he had used them. "Don't worry, anatomically there is nothing to worry about, your brain will just adjust slowly to these new features. How cute, shaking his head in disbelief observing his hands and feet trying to recall what had taken place to give him such gifts. "I made you like this. It took five of your kind to make such a sturdy frame, yet your insides are mostly human, from cold blooded to mammal takes time to adjust, its just the perfect mixture of endurance and potential. You could be so much more if I had the equipment but this is just fine right."
He had noticed her during her rant, seen her smile and probably realised the horror that lay behind everything. "This is still that coward's manor? He who could not even strike a killing blow at a dying lizard? "
"Mhm, he wanted what was inside your mind, you will answer his questions." Molly nodded, this was her only regret, Ranar had wanted to keep the brain alive it might backlash so she had been forced to add into his system, fail safes to keep her and allies from direct harm. Not the first time someone had made zombie dolls out of their enemy and forgotten that their mindset would still be hostile and now he was crying.
Oh gods, what had she done to deserve tears or where they off joy? It was difficult to tell with a lizards face. "You are tied to me, returned from beyond the grave try to forget your previous life. Those who left you behind will have presumed your death, the one who poisoned you made sure of that."
"Revenge." He growled back.
