Pov: Oublivant

I woke up with a throbbing mind pain. I was hurt, but alive. Relief washed over me, as soon as I noticed the arrival of a large pile of greenage just beside me. That, and... a rodent. How great it was to be alive, and pleasantly surprised.

[Necrophagia]

The shrubbery started to turn black and disgusting, as I felt myself fill up again. That was nice. It was very nice.

[Notice:]

[MANA stabilized, dungeon upkeep and spells refitted to rely on MANA]

The words were being pleasant to me again. How nice... but I wouldn't forget the mean that words made me go through.

I looked at myself, seeing that my color had returned, in part. I liked that. Color was nice. I looked around and scanned the walls, before looking up and seeing more leaves fall into my pit. That was a good job Whitters was doing. Yes, he should keep doing it.

I inspected myself, and felt nowhere near full, but slowly filling up with all the leaves. It was slow progress, though. I looked at the weasel, the only thing I haven't eaten. Should I? I figured I shouldn't turn it into MANA like the others, even though that would be good. Words told me that I could use it for other things, and I trusted words, even though it hurt me.

I instead used [Necrophagia] to store the weasel away. At the back of my mind, something new appeared. I could see the weasel in a very unpleasant place of nothing. When words told me new things, however, I was distracted from this feeling.

[Notice:]

[Stored: 1 Arboreal Weasel (F)]

[Notice:]

[Arboreal weasels are the bane of new adventurers and novice explorers alike, stealing food, killing pets, ruining camps, and even ambushing them on occasion. A general nuisance to all who encounter them, yet still used as pets by some.]

Words kindly explained to me what the weasel was when I wondered at them. I found it... pleasant to think about. For some reason, the word 'adventurers' really, really made me feel frustrated. I wonder why... Words didn't respond to me. That made me more frustrated. I looked away from words for a moment to inspect the weasel. I found it nice to think of, but still visibly unpleasant.

[Matter Crafting]

I said aloud, as the weasel came back out of the nothing space. I was pulled into seeing it from every angle, down to its smallest self. The world around me disappeared, and I started shifting things around. I couldn't make anything... I tried, but I could move things.

I thought about what I needed. Something strong to protect me from... something else, and I needed a thing to gather lots and lots of green stuff. I was noticing that Whitters was a very slow gatherer, so I needed that. Now I just needed to figure out how to do that.

I tore off all the hair to start with, so I could see all that I was doing. Then I cut open its chest and tore out its organs, using my magic to sever flesh and pull all the organs out. I had to see what I had to use for spells or to make different, so obviously taking it apart was best.

When I set them out, I noticed that they all looked... much different than anything I'd ever seen, but I somehow understood how some of it worked intuitively. That was pleasant, if a wonder why.

I cut up the long, windy bit that sat at the back of the weasel into 6 equal sections. I stitched them to its sides with hair and merged the flesh, like long tentacle things. That would be useful for getting lots of grass for me.

I turned the acid sack into a flat surface by ripping it down the middle and side-to-side. I cut it in half, and placed it in the two bags of air to make them thicker. Afterwards, I cut the throat of the weasel down from the bottom of its head to the top of its torso. I placed the bags on these gaping parts its throat. Merging the flesh together again was difficult, but doing it like I had for me softly worked well. Then I filled it with stomach junk and a lot of whatever other not-attached things was inside it. It was for an ugly spit attack. Whatever attacked it would feel very unpleasant if it succeeded. I had its throat lead into a big, giant sack of thick skin I took off its body and whatever other organ stuff I had left over, stitched tied together with hair. It was very good. Who could deny all the space it could carry green stuff with? I shifted it all around, gazing at the hairless, naked, withered weasel with patches of skin missing, tentacles, and a gaping wound in its chest, and was satisfied. I removed myself from [Matter Crafting] and used [Raise Corpse].

What was left of my low mana drained out of me and into the weasel monster. It made me feel quite tired, but I didn't fall asleep, so was able to watch it. The tentacles attatched to its sides slid along the ground and began to float around it. The tentacles pressed into the ground and assisted it in standing up. This allowed t he remntant blood and gore poured out of its chest as it righted itself. The sack which came out of the wound sagged just above its knees, filled with new air as the weasel's mouth sagged open. Its dead eyes looked at me and stared blankly, but were definitely looking.

[Notice:]

[Do you want to name your creation?]

[Yes] [No]

Oh, that was surprising. Yes, of course.... but, I needed to come up with a name. Hmmm.... name.... name... tentacle... dead... gatherer.... weasel... arboreal... green... It was a green gathering weasel, of course. So... Gratheer Weasel. Yes, that was a good name. Who could deny the name's value?

[Minion Update: Gratheer Weasel (D) added.]

Words clearly could not, which meant no one could, because words decided these things and accepted it.

[Notice:]

[Job Update: Corpse Crafter (D)]

[Spell Update: Anatomical Knowledge (D)]

[Description: After inspecting a corpse, know the anatomy of any same or similar species.]

[Notice:]

[Title Update: Abomination]

[Spell Update: Unsettling Aura (D-)]

[Description: Due to your inhumane actions, good-aligned individuals will mark you as an enemy upon discovering your nature. In contrast, evil-aligned individuals will have a positive opinion of you. You may consciously cause others to flinch and cringe at your sight, unsettling them with your visage. The weak of mind cannot bear to see you, fainting immediately upon activation of this skill.]

[Notice:]

[Title Update: Crafter of Abominations]

[Spell Update: Functioning Monster (D)]

[You know how bodies work better than most, allowing you to more effectively know how an organism's body works, and how to make it work for your own means.]

Nevermind, words had terrible taste. Words was being mean to me again, as always. Abomination is wrong. It is nice and scary. A good defender for me, and look at the tentacles. It could gather lots of grass. I even had a thing for it to place grass in. It was a good and scary gathering thing. Words clearly didn't understand that, so I stopped trying to justify myself to words... I couldn't deny how useful two of them were, though. The 'Abomination' title was stupid, though. Why would I want that?

I ignored the new notifications and looked at the weasel. 'Go gather the green things up above and dropped them in here. I need MANA.' I ordered. The weasel watched me for a moment and then crawled its way away using its legs and tendrils. I watched it climb up the hole with wonderful ability, able to cling to the rock with its claws well already, and also able to climb with its new limbs. Things were looking up for me, and I was feeling very proud.