>>5204378>>5204380>>5204713>>5204734“Head Chimericcissst Henzler, mind your mannersss.”
The mage-woman gives a start, as if struck by a sudden jolt of electricity. It is almost as if she forgot she was under your control, merely a puppet rather than the eccentric mastermind of her own little dungeon and the monsters therein. Still, she does not disobey, falling quite silent as she awaits your judgement on the matter of her experiment.
You look to the terrified human male who remains in your clutches, bound by your terrible will, and at the writhing, half-mad muscle-man polymerized of his companions. They are animals, of course, and enemies of your race. You remind yourself of that, shaking off whatever aversion might exist within you for what you have wrought here. You note that Alhazred,d espite his similar human heritage, has only muted curiosity on his face. Roth, though, still looks disgusted by the proceedings.
“Superior One, you are so sensitive to see some animals getting hurt!” you taunt him in True Speech. “What has happened to the fierce hoarder of tooth-trophies?”
“Silence yourself!” he snaps back, then looks away. “If one sees companions and minions playing with filth, one can feel disgust without sympathy. My work is professional, efficient. This is…”
“Necessary to advance out understanding,” you chide. “Steel yourself.”
The Dragonblooded Infiltrator snorts, but he cannot bring himself to fix his gaze upon your experiment again. You laugh softly, and turn back to Henzler.
“Ussse my blood,” you tell her, extending an arm. “It iss not purely Reptilian, but it shall ssufficcce.”
“I suppose it must,” she mutters.
She then reaches out to you, placing her thin and dainty fingers upon your wrist and extending a protrusion like a chitinous claw from one tip. It slices your wrist, spilling some of your blood. You flinch unconsciously, but her grip is like iron, holding you in-place, and her tentacle slithers up your arm and with strange, worm-like toothed maw it suctions itself to the wound. A curious sensation travels up your limb, numbness accompanying a gentle suction. Leech-like, Henzler’s tendril feeds upon you, gathering your blood. Then, when she has what she requires, she releases you. You rub your wrist as Irinnile mends it, and Henzler turns back to the remaining human captive.
