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[Aggie Se'Leraun]

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The blood moved thru the muscle on her command, sheer presence of mental willpower forced its exertion thru each fiber. She could not manipulate things with her own hands for she had none.

Yet the mages mental prowess was strong and she telekinetically spoke to each languid drop of blood moving it like a myriad of raindrops thru the sinewy muscles attached to the bone. Thermautology was her forte' but she had learned the principles of fleshcrafting to, and she was now engrossed wholly with her new form.

Perfection was their decree, exact precise movements and abilities. Flaws were weeded out. She had been working for weeks on perfect placement and the growth of soft skin fibrous cells for the covering when all was in place. None of this was easily done but she used all her energies for it, she badly needed her strength, her physical prowess returned to her. Spirithood was a weak state, limiting her spellcasting, and lack of physical contact which Aggie did so enjoy....

She wanted to feel the warmth of blood upon her lips again, to stare into the eyes of a dying feed and laugh with mirth at their anguish. Jonathan from time to time would move about the lab giving her orders pulling her from her engrossed transfixation.

There was nothing as enjoyable to her as the rich red life giving premise which all mortals thrived on. She was enthralled with her abilities to manipulate, advance, and further her works. Blood was her life, her love nothing could override it. Was it any wonder she found such a forerunner, such an advanced mind in experimentation in Lord Strathmore, they had worked with one another for years. If only he could keep Aggies eye from wandering upon the beauty of a body, losing herself in the appreciation of an attractive female or male, though a sexual being she was frankly intoxicated with what lay beneath thier skin, their vast innerworkings and structure. He hadnt time for pulling apart every living subject she became engrossed with.

For it was true that Aggie had long since lost sight of female and male, her concepts based solely on pain, pleasure and the bodies innerworkings and outer.....

She raised a vial of blood before her, the final batch, her creation nearing completion as the blood swirled she watched each reaction calculating the acidity levels and its resistance to heat...

Never would her blood boil again.