magickal rp

Artemis enters the cave, practically bouncing, and clutching her new pet's hand. The cave is perfumed with the scent of blood, and she may or may not be drooling a little. It's decorated with bones and rotting corpses, and she drops to her knees to caress the bone peeking out of one's torn shoulder. I love it, dear. You have a knack for interior decorating! She's aware of Rhasha, she just doesn't care. The poison of her blood reeks and would not be tasty at all.

Rhasha flies to this town several leagues away that has a very reputable healer she had known for awhile. With Tremor still flung over her shoulder and unconscious she knocks on his door. After a few seconds a golden haired elf answers the door. His brows arch in surprise
"Rhasha I haven't seen you for awhile....... what is that on your shoulder."
"Something I need help with, and a way to contain until we can make it more safe for people." Rhasha replies walking into his home. "Sorry ta drop in like this with another case Elthsavin, but I need a healer, good alchemist and lots of discretion."
"I have a cage in my basement that can hold anything short of a demigod. I think it will work with this." Elth replies
"Is it soundproof? This thing has a nasty shriek."
"It would even silence a siren"
Rhasha nods "Lead the way. And put up your anti-vampire measures, got a real nasty child that wants this as her personal murder pet."
They walk down the stairs, and with her free hand Rhasha pulls out an old bloodied file from her pack. Muttering about humans and their endless need to play god, she studies the contents of the folders. Elth unlocks this translucent cell with a muttered phrase, and Rhasha puts Tremor inside. Before she leaves the cell she puts her hands at his temples, furrows her brow in concentration, and sparks can be seen beneath the tips of her fingers. She leaves the cell and nods to Elth to lock it.
"What did you just do?" Elth asked
"I damaged the memory retention area of his brain, eliminating all of his old memories. Makes for better reaction once we fix this science gone wrong. I also made sure he'd be out for at least 12 hours."
Elthsavin nods and they walk over to a table. A few hours later after alot of muttering back and forth between the two, they seem to have reached a conclusion about something.
"Are you positive you understand the process, there's only one shot at this and I'd rather not mess him up more." Rhasha asks Elth
"We went over every detail meticulously, yes I understand." Elthsavin says
"I need you to swear never to use this information to make anything, only to fix." Rhasha says giving Elthsavin a hard look.
"Yes, I understand. You'll probably kill me if I do."
Rhasha nods.
They walk to the cell and retrieve the still unconscious Tremor, and bring him to a table. Elthsavin busies himself drawing various intricate symbols on and around Tremor carefully working each figure into shape. Rhasha watches from the other side looking over all the symbols. "Here goes nothing." the elf mutters. The table is lit by a bright light obscuring the figure within, elf's brow furrows in concentration. After another couple of hours, the light dims and goes out. Tremor still looks mostly the same in some aspects, different in others, He is covered in a fine coat red-black fur and actually has a mouth. The shackles and chains and shackles are gone, disintegrated by the magic, and has short black hair on his head. His body now appears fit for bipedal and quadrupedal motion. Rhasha averts her gaze as she realizes it is definitely a male now. She walks over to one of the bins in the basement and grabs and shirt and pants, she tosses the clothes to Elthsavin and he chuckles before putting them on Tremor. They pick him up off the table and move him to a bed with restraints, fasten him in, and wait for him to wake up.
"Do you still have one of those language learning scrolls around here?"
"Yes, top drawer in my medical bureau."
Rhasha retrieves the scroll and they sit at the table watching Tremor waiting for him to wake up.