Temporary buff has ended

  You have gained [Resist Curse] Competent 7

  Gain 4 exp

  -Sister … I can feel it growing.

  The thirst has been present all morning. I take a swig from my bloodskin. It pauses for the time. My thirst is not growing but not slaked either. Only stalled. I will need to wait to see how long. Gregory quirks an eyebrow at me.

  “I feel like you're hungry. Which is weird cause emotion wise I never felt hunger before. You're not fall…no wait now I feel revulsion, sorry I mentioned it. Am I so hideous?”

  I give him a patented toothy grin. He rears back then peers closer.

  “Did your fangs change, I could have sworn they were fatter and shorter.”

  “I got tired of them crowding my mouth, do you like the change?”

  The fangs still on display, “Not sure, fundamentally I feel over all more intimidated by you but that might be from the emotions I am reading.”

  I glance at his neck…nope stop that thought Sara.

  -We will need to be careful of our idle thoughts from now on.

  Considering we are all idle thoughts times two, that could be a challenge.

  Qorth looks at me with worry.

  -----

  Leaving the mess hall Qorth stops us from going to the afternoon spars.

  “My Lady, you appear to be paler than before.”

  Didn't realize there was a physical change.

  “Sorry, my body has been going through some changes.”

  “I do not think you speak of puberty, would you let Dame Isabella check you over?”

  All I feel is concern. I nod and we head to Isabella clinic. I take another swig of my bloodskin. My thirst stalled again.

  -----

  “I see quite a few changes, your body is growing again…faster than normal. I think your metabolism has increased. How are you feeling?”

  “Thirsty, I may have inadvertently created a need for blood.”

  She quirks her brow at that, “You already had a need for blood.”

  “I had to drink before and I was thirsty but I'm ravenous now.”

  She cuts her hand, but does not bring it to my lips. She studies me instead.

  “Your pupils are dilating and your heart rate is steadily increasing. Did I not tell you to be careful about the changes you make to yourself?”

  No we won't needlessly devour. What I have drunk before was enough. I don't need more.

  “You seem to have calmed down a little.”

  My spider skeleton eyes are staring at her hand still.

  “Sorry, I think restarting my thyroid increased my hunger.”

  “You think?”

  “You have seen my body, how it all works is beyond me.”

  Sister gives my soul a squeeze. She is up early but she wanted to hear this.

  “Are you able to see what my grown up body will be like?”

  “Sure…I….Sara you are going to have more legs. Is this something you are forcing your body to become?”

  “No, the image was like that when I first viewed it. I don't know why my body didn't become this when I first became spider like…”

  “The change is drastic, did this happen before or after you died.”

  “After.”

  She thinks on this, “Your body was static, and you changed but not this greatly. Perhaps you didn't have enough body reserves to complete the change.”

  “But my monster parts always were replaced by eating.”

  “From the iron horned rabbit? Your conversation with Hecnae reached my ears, [Priestess]. Perhaps it's not monster parts but the iron ones, well mythril now.”

  She makes a strange face at me, Lamia mannerisms that don't translate.

  -Plenty of iron in our blood and scales. Wait, is our blood mythril laced now?

  “Are you saying to complete my changes I need to drink more blood?”

  “It might be why you appear to be so hungry now. Do you think you can slow your metabolism back down?”

  “If what you say is true…I'm not sure.”

  -----

  Isabella ultimately wiped her hand and healed her wound. Bounty denied. It's fine, I head out, back to the spars. Qorth walks with me. I turned to her.

  “Qorth, I will say this once. Should you tie yourself to me I will certainly try to lock you into that title. I won't hold back. Know that my body should actually be more alike to what you have seen of my other self. My cravings are due to my body wanting to become that.”

  I mouth eight legs at her. Her shock tells me she understands but then nods. Good all cards on the table.

  “Will I crave it too then?”

  Is she more worried about the blood than the legs?

  “Only if you become my daughter.”

  I walk forward leaving her to her thoughts.

  -----

  It was torture watching the knights fight. The spilt blood that went to waste. Sister filled my skin twice during that time. Neat trick moving the blood directly into my bloodskin. I need to get a handle on my new now. I hope I can get a handle on it. When asked about my paleness I wave them off. It keeps coming up. Sister, am I pale?

  -Um, I think we had more color when we were dead…

  Fuck. Lets make sure to check again after Qorth tribute…offering…damn it. I need to partake of something fresh before coming here…

  -Sister…

  I know. I don't blame you. It's just that the thirst is hard. I hope next night is better. They finish the last Drakenoid and we leave the dungeon. The feast in the sky was left alone.

  By the time we got to the clinic my blood craze had eased. Seems the scent of blood itself was enough to drive the thirst. I breathe a bit.

  “Are you alright, my Lady.”

  I look to up at Qorth and she rears back. My eyes widen, unsure why she radiates such fear.

  “My lady … your eyes smolder red.”

  What…why? Why does my body give away my thirst? I wasn't looking at her face but her neck. Damnit. This was meant for my enemies, not my allies. Tears fall as I hug my body.

  “Tell me my Lady, what do you need?”

  I look up at her again, I hate myself.

  “I need enough living blood to last a day. System I hope I can last a day. I can't ask this but I am. I am despicable. You should flee. Run. Leave me. I broke myself and I condemn all who are near me. Run, please…don't make me a monster…”

  She doesn't run nor flee. She stoops down and presents her neck. I desire it but I am repulsed by it. How could she trust me, I'll drain her dry…she is our [Supplicant]...it is our due…I hover over her next tears fall instead of my fangs. The tears touch her neck.

  “Take what you need but nothing more … mistress.”

  My eyes widen and I clamp down, puncturing her thick neck, I take only what I need. Freely given my bliss soars to heights unimagined. But a mistress must only take what is offered and not more. As I remove my fangs my life magic heals the wound. I do not replace her blood. I would not profane her sacrifice. She is paler now.

  All stats increased by ten temporarily.

  My thirst abated. I pull back. I start to shake at what I have done. Is the only way to quiet my hunger is for it to be from the living?

  “Why?”

  “I may not have your soul but the drop of blood you left guided me to what you needed. Your color has picked up. I will make sure you are properly fed from now on, my Lady.”

  -Sister…

  I know, we have gone too far. We need to complete these changes to ourselves.

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  -Sister…

  I close my eyes. I try to close them more. But I am still here, feeling the after glow of bliss. Blood given to us, after we have changed ourselves so. It means more now. It touches our soul more now. We crave it. I will not blame you sister for wanting this. You are me and I am you. I just don't know how to continue.

  My body shudders and my bones creak, my pelvis begins to shift. I'm growing, converting what I have taken. Nooo, stop. I'll just be hungry again. Not yet…please stop…she can't give more. My other [Supplicant]s are too far from me…pleeeease. My body slows. It knows my desires and knows my needs. I shudder again. We will wait…acceptance sister…

  -Acceptance. Please don't torture yourself over this, its my fault.

  I feel her distress, greater than my own. She had convinced me of this change. I am next to her and hugging her. She cries her tears that fall to nothing. I accept all that we have become, sister. Our soul thrums at this, I pay it no mind as I embrace her. If we are a vampire, a monster, whatever I know I can accept it with you.

  -----

  This is a daily reminder: You have 40 unallocated stat points

  My sister sleeps. Her manifestation bears our new fangs and our additional legs. My own manifestation is also closer to our body. My sister could change still but her grey ear and new fangs stayed with whatever form she took, the needles that punctured always remained. She remained with the extra legs to comfort me. To show her acceptance of our future.

  I return out of the rift. I have to pivot my legs forward. The changes last night made our legs point left and right naturally instead of forward. Not quite pointing backwards yet though. It's awkward to walk but I keep in mind that I am in transition again. That the discomfort will be temporary but we need to slow down for now.

  I returned to Qorth who stayed behind. To guard the door while we both were in our rift. I pat her arm.

  “Thank you for giving us what we needed.”

  “Anything for my Ladies.”

  I smile at that, I shouldn't question her feelings towards me anymore. It's madness, better to accept it at face value.

  “Please go rest, I will be fine.”

  She nods and heads to her barracks.

  -----

  We were in Isabella's classroom. She quirks a brow as Qorth approaches her.

  “Dame Isabella, please provide me with life magic instruction.”

  “Qorth, Dame Hecnae has been crowing about your progress. I can not recommend gaining life eyes on top of the mana sight you already have.”

  “Nevertheless I still want instruction. I need life magic to better serve my Lady.”

  Isabella did not reach towards Qorth to provide the bubble of mana she needed to study. I come from behind Qorth and lay my hand on her back. I push a bubble of mana into her. She shudders for a moment but regains her poise quickly. Isabella anger quickly rises.

  “[Priestess] Sara, do you plan to cripple Qorth's progress?”

  “I only facilitate what she desires.” I take off my glasses and hand them to Qorth.

  “My Lady.”

  “Take good care of them till you reach a hundred and fifty perception.”

  I squint at the blurry Qorth and smile. My dependence on her has only grown. My blood in her is enough for her to wear my glasses. A fraction of my soul. Not enough to influence her, not enough even to show up in either of our systems. But still a part of me. I have no doubt we could share exp. It is not long until her life eye sparks. Exasperated Isabella simply motions Qorth to stare at me.

  “Go stare at your Lady, Qorth. It takes nothing for her to resist your eyes.”

  She does so as I goof off with dirt constructs. Amusing myself while Qorth stares intently at me. The dot growing. When she runs out of mana I simply provide more, further annoying Isabella.

  “My convert is at advanced, there should be no issue.”

  “Says the one who handed a bound trinket to your subordinate.”

  I just smile at her. I don't bother to explain how. Qorth still shows as an Orc in [Identify]. If I had infused her she would be a chimera. When her eye became apprentice I saw the beginning of a cat eye. Seems I have influenced her more than I thought.

  -----

  “Why are you staring at the [Priestess] so much? Also how the hell you have her glasses on.”

  “Jealous of others, I am simply training my life sight.”

  I give her some more mana to facilitate her growth. Gregory gets annoyed.

  “Not jealous of you being her pet, just confused you can use her trinket. You do know she's considered too young for mating by human standards.”

  And gross. He brightens at the reaction, either relieved that it wasn't that or at finding a new avenue to needle me.

  “I ask you not to suggest such again, Nearing a Throttling.”

  He pauses his next comment and rethinks it.

  “Actually best slow down your generosity. There's already been murmurs of Qorth taking a permanent spot in the dungeon rotation.”

  “Being as she volunteered and they didn't, sounds like a bunch of wishes I made better decisions.”

  -Bunch of sour grapes.

  Not sure he would get that. She just shrugs at me. To be honest, have we seen grapes?

  -There is wine.

  Doesn't need to be made from grapes though.

  “Hey, I'm just relaying opportunities for keeping your head down.”

  “I do appreciate that, why is it always a guessing game when you're kind and when it’s malice.”

  He shrugs, “Most don't deserve kindness.”

  -----

  Watching the knights in training fight they are generally covering each other. Except Qorth. Only Gregory is backing her up. This is going to be an issue. Qorth can hold her own. I make it a point to heal her last. To hopefully reduce claims of favoritism. I doubt they care or notice.

  Temporary buff has ended

  Damn. The thirst starts again. I'll be fine for now. Qorth looks at me worried. I shake my head. A heavy behind her, I throw a knife that takes it in the face. A moment later the face pulps.

  Sir Ujan gets next to me, “Didn't realize you had weapons on you.”

  “It would be foolish otherwise.”

  “Why did it cause the face to explode?”

  “I have the golem rune for backfliping on the blade, whatever the blade pierces will try to do the motion…to disastrous results.”

  He nods at that, “A good weapon to have, where did you procure them.”

  “Personal smithy, ‘fraid I'm too far away to get more.”

  “A pity indeed.”

  The real pity is that giant flying blood sack.

  “You appear to be scanning the skys.”

  “Sorry, my thirst has grown recently and higher soul beings taste better. I can only imagine the delight that would come from consuming such a creature.”

  “...”

  -Sister, your thirst makes you talkative.

  “Sorry, pay me no mind, please.”

  We watch as our charges clear the last of the drakenoids.

  “Head on back everyone, a word [Priestess].”

  Qorth remains with me while the rest of the knights return. When they are gone, Sir Ujan speaks again.

  “This is your instance [Priestess], I have seen your knives and know you have shackles of exertion constraining you. If you wish to hunt the drake, I will not deny you. I only request that you do it under my supervision the first time. But first perhaps a trip to the armory.”

  A sword and shield drop at my feet. He is shocked by this but picks up the blade. Sister…

  -Sorry, I'm hungry too.

  “The iron is different from standard steel, stronger, heavier. I do not ask how they appeared at your feet but I assume this means you wish to engage the beast tonight.”

  “Yes…um… when I drink it, I'm pretty sure my body is going to grow six more spider legs.”

  “I don't understand.”

  I place my hands on my hips.

  “Spider legs right here. My body is chimera and hasn't finished changing. Taking in all that blood will change me.”

  “We should get you to Dame Isabella at once. We can prevent this I'm sure.”

  I shake my head, “I've already accepted it. I will not betray myself by trying to change myself back.”

  My sister hugs my soul. Sir Ujan sees my resolve.

  “To be fourteen and to have such resolve, too young for such, but I will not stand in your way.”

  -Uh, he thinks we are older than we are.

  Let him, he might try to stop us otherwise, thinking we are being foolish. I walk out into the field, willing my shackles off. Qorth tries to follow. Sir Ujan stops her.

  “You are not equipped to fight such.”

  She wants to protest but I tug my soul, the bit of blood in her responds. She quiets down.

  I look up when I see the shadow approach me. Already in descent time slows, I place a large dirt construct in front of the drake. It has no time to change directions. It slams face first into it. The creature stunned falls to the ground. The knife I throw plinks off its wing. Damn my aim off when it's blurry. I rush forward…awkwardly. My legs no longer proper for bipedal running. I decided to jump towards the down beast instead.

  It begins to get up. I land on his shoulder and plunge my blade down. It flips to the side, throwing me off. The blade is still in his shoulder. It attempts to take off but the blade pulls in further on the flexing. It tries to bite at the blade, taking its eyes off me.

  “Stop.”

  It freezes for a moment then shakes its head clearing its thoughts. I had dumped half my mental core on that and it meant nothing. Seeing me as a greater threat it charges forward at great speed. I block with my shield, it bowls me over. I roll and return to my feet quickly. My shield raised in time to take a tail swipe. Again I am sent to the ground, my robes ripped. Sister creates an illusion that causes the drake to bite at instead of engaging me further. I hurry over to one of the beast legs while it tries to bite the ever dodging and dancing illusion. I plunge a knife into its knee, a moment later I am showered in its blood.

  My stats climb as the beast slows. It limps backwards eyeing both me and the illusion, unsure which is the threat. I pull back as my illusion pushes forward. The drake lunges and collapses. The left leg is not capable of supporting such. I stab a new knife into its unwounded shoulder. More blood. My bliss becomes too much.

  I have two hundred of its stats now, it barely can stand now, its bulk too much for its lessened strength. I grab its neck, twisting it so the beast head points upwards. I managed to turn the entire body. I sink my fangs into its neck, it is impractical, mother was right about this, the scales of the beast are in my way. But I have venom and the scales slake off. I know my teeth would do little with the amount of muscle here, but my knife will open this fount to my desire. It goes in, the flesh twists, the artery opens. The beast has stopped trying to move.

  I drink. O I drink. When my mind reels, my sister takes over. We exchange pleasure over and over. The beast shudders but still lives, slowly being drained. I stopped taking its stats when it could no longer fight back. It needs to live long enough to fuel my changes, let them make me more.

  I drink more, my pelvis expands, twists, longer…longer still, my tail follows it, expanding, my organs are shifting inside me. I drink more, my butt flattens, no longer needed, merges? I drink more, my back legs pivotinging till they are pointed backwards. Flattening the area where my ass was. I drink more, my tail takes up the entire area that was between my back legs The shift in stance becomes awkward. I hold myself up with my arms.

  Change me more. I need more. The blood continues into me as a new pair of legs thrust forward out of the front of my pelvis. They are spider legs but instead of chitten they are scaled, they have seven bends. I feel my back legs start to gain those extra bends as well.

  -More.

  I agreed and my sister drinks heavily. I am in our soul space as I feel the entirety of the space shiver in our delight. I am back and our hind legs are now present. The beast breathing is slowing, it will die before I am done. My precious arcane mana flows into the beast, healing it, prolonging its suffering for my delight, for my needs. I drink more and my final set of legs thrust out, complete. The beast dies.

  I walk backwards feeling the new shifts, only six of my legs touch the ground, my hand feet slightly shorter than the other six. I'm more stable now. I lift one of my feet to my face, the motion not difficult at all. It has three claws, two large ones where toes would be while a third smaller one at the heel. That the foot itself is more a point then a pad which brings the entire set of claws closer, there are many bristles there as well. I still have my foot hands on my third set of legs even if it's now a leg of many more bends.

  I retrieve my sword and shield and then head towards Sir Ujan. He pales on my approach. My debut as a spider centaur apparently to mixed reviews.

  -Five out five stars. Would do it again.

  Thank you sister. You were right, this feels so natural. Our tail twitches upwards behind us now. More cat-like than ever now that my spine bends in such a way.

  “I hadn't truly believed what you said but seeing it, are you alright, [Priestess]?”

  “Better, my thirst has quieted down. It's greater as my body is more but I no longer need to fuel changes.”

  -We are still growing.

  Fine, not dramatic changes. I look to Qorth and see her pale. I give her a sad smile. I've lost her, I think. I think to my other two supplicants. Did they already enjoy my legs before I did? Can't say.

  -I doubt it, they still have a decent portion of their soul still.

  Right. Qorth speaks up.

  “My lady, your privates are on display.”

  I look down, shit. I feel the embarrassment from Sir Ujan as he turns and leaves. I look down and find my vagina is still at the front of my pelvis. Not exactly cat-like. My life eyes focus and find my reproductive organs are still in my torso and in the front. My digestive tract is longer, my anus at the end of my tail...why the tail…why is my tail so much thicker and more encompassing of my back, the amount of muscle considerably greater at its base and throughout it…. My bladder is in my tail and is attached to my anus now, apparently it all exits from there. Is that how spiders are?

  -It’s how miss many legs is.

  Miss many legs doesn't have a tail sister…

  -...

  Whatever, I keep looking over the new tail. My spinnerets are below my anus, the silk glands look squished in the thicker tail. I want to start pulling threads now, but first Qorth.

  When Sir Ujan exits the instance, I turn to Qorth. I shift the tatters of my robes to cover myself better.

  “I'll just take back my blood now.”

  I reach my hand up, when a notification pops up.

  A supplicant has tied themselves further to you

  Remaining Soul 19

  My eyes widen as I feel my soul in a fourth place again. My geas dissolves. Qorth hugs me.

  “I will not abandon you, my mistress. You are my Ladies, and I am yours. By the way, the system is calling you a Tibyder now.”

  … Seriously, I thought we were starting the vampire race not a portmanteau of tiger, rabbit, hydra and spider.

  -My sister just laughs at the thought.