Necromancy Initial development.

There it was, upon the table. Something caught in a snare, it's body now limp, a neck snapped in the moment of confinment; a rodent. Captured, and quickly snuffed of the life it would have possessed, the idle movements, the search for food to fill it's plump belly.

Retrieved, set atop it's current location, the figure to stand over it. Those eyes, inhospitable in their stare; this creature would receive no peace. For this was to be done with purpose, an interest in studies to have been taken too far, the need to attempt. A mind clouded by words of another, the need to veer from Plum, recounting of her tale, of a contact..

He didn't want to think about it.

A hand garbed in the black leather of glove, extended to reach out, to press to flesh. The feeling was not there, yet there was hesitance, to touch this thing of his own volition with nothing to impede upon true contact. Still, he continues, through the "safety" the glove would provide, the inspection was to begin. Examining the outside body, markings to be noted, physical deformities, anything. As the book would have told him, the notes to tell of such things to go far in the way of study; comprehension of a body to induce greater results.

Along it's abdomen, the side it's stout form, a scar, a few centimeters in length, to change the flow of hair growth in the area; something had wounded it in the past, now healed, a battle scar - a fight for food perhaps, a scuffle over mate? Did rats do that? Who wasn't entirely sure. He moves on, such questions to be waning on his focus.

Fingers would trail, along aforementioned base, up to the nape of neck; crushed, obviously. The trap had done it's job well, tweaked slightly, to not sever head, but capture it - a lack of oxygen would have soon done away with it, if not for the mercy of immediate death by blunt force, and it's additive effects. Sunken in slightly, pressing index to it, to find the bone placement in disarray. There wasn't a need for further inspection here, of this part; any damage done previously being overshadowed by the instrument used in the final moments of it's life.

Journeying from cervical region, those blue hues would trail. He was not done, he didn't think this enough of a moment. While a it queasy, the moment a new one for him - driven by feelings of abandonment; a want to be on his own actually. How torn he was when speaking to Plum last, the act of a kiss, from another.. Why it bugged him so, he couldn't explain with words it seemed.

Such thoughts would come to him form time to time, so the need to occupy himself, to forget. Promoted, the Melym child would find focus in such acts; the work of his mother, on a smaller scale. Treading into areas he knew she had dabbled in, without the aid of a teacher, but the benefit of knowledge not made public. To have this advantage, and to use - anatomy was the stepping stone; understanding that would have him delve deeper. Starting on rodents, an easier catch, a more humane route than the obviously "quicker" way to garner understanding.
(Sauriel Melym)

He needed both hands. He didn't expect this, to fully examine, and discover. The second, a thin coat of water; pulled from the air, amassed in seconds. A protective layer over his hand, almost gel-like; separation of contact with hydrogen particles. From the cervical region to that of the cranial, his search for answers would continue.

With gloved hand placed underneath chin, the one coated through magic was to take hold of skull from above, lifting it, turning it. A limp result, as the life previously drained, the rodent was defenseless to do anything as he would look it over. Hairs sprouted from it's face, the base of nose to be their point of exit. This was different from him, or people in general, their purpose wasn't known to him - a fluff added into their make up perhaps, something have them regarded as distinct from other beings perhaps.

Moving on, it's mouth, it's upper lip to be pulled back, almost on purpose.. Teeth, two front incisors, a frightening size for the creature are seen. There seemed to be no way they were hidden. Pulling back on the gums, his finger to be pressed into the mouth, in hopes of seeing if they could retract, if there was some mechanism upon it's body to allow such a thing. There was not.

So big, it could not eat in the way he did. To emulate, to have his own lips pulled back for a moment, front teeth to be the only thing seen, the bottom row hidden behind lip. He attempts to chew, finding out immediately, quick acts of this were required; gnawing and such. While the action seemed bothersome, and not as effective as should be, the set on this one in particular were quite big. Perhaps making the ordeal easier, the bucked protruding of them to allow for suitably sized chunks of whatever was to be ingested into it's mouth.

Next, there were to be the oculars. His finger soon moved from it's gums, set to hold an eye open, the body pressed closer to the light so that he may examine it. Pupils large, dilated in it's last moments; shock passed through it, it may have died of other reasons if not for the mechanism, to reference once again.

Attempting to move it around, the eyeball that is, his magically coated hand is the one he would use for this - leather upon it's flash would have brought ruin he imagined. Shifting it slightly, to find his focus on the corner of it's eye... Something amassed, something to appear as a liquid, yet stick; a membrane. It's location partially hidden, coating the entirety in truth, protection from many things he imagined. Sun light, grime, dirt, germs. A creature meant to carry diseases having some guard against it, funny.

Such discoveries though.. They made him ponder the idea of whether he possessed similar traits. Finding mirrored physique to pertain to eye lids, the thin skin over the actual pupil. Closed to check, pink, and vein-y, not as thick as there, not by a huge margin, but genetically - it's make up did not differ too much. Two confirmed differences found in the rodent; a botched upper lip, and improved front teeth, for the purposes of gnawing, and concise meal time, and the growth of hairs outside of it's face, their purpose unknown yet he knew he did not have them, or see anyone with them.

The membrane, to have to check, to see if such benefits were truly only meant for such a creature, or if all had the capacity for this protection; a possibility for now. A similarity to end his examination of cranial, and facial regions in the scope of exterior notes being drawn up. The eye lids were to be easily compared to his own, or any other huma. This was a true fact, confirmed immediately for now, this being his only test subject. He'd have to amass more if he wanted to be certain though..
(Sauriel Melym)



His search would lead him to the tail next. A boring part, the obvious difference was there; he didn't have one. This would be short he imagined, running the base of finger along it. There was to be no hair, smooth skin. A host to decay though, bite marks, and some rough patches - things of note, yet not prudent to his discoveries just yet. Following it along upwards, lifting it he finds.. Canal.

The passage from which waste is excreted. Directly beneath it's base, the child to not spend too much time here. It had been cleaned properly, he hoped; washing any fluids he would have consider counter productive to his goal. As expected, and assumed; little here to raise a stink about, he moves on.

Placing said creature atop the tale again, this time laying on it's back side. The thoracic region was to be looked at. Skimming over at first, running his finger along in a straight line. There were ridges, there were bumps, below the thin lining of hair, to find teat. On either side, more than he possessed, topping out at twelve. Suffice to say, that was a shock; made this all seem a bit odd. Of course.. such things couldn't be fueled right now, he needed focus.

From here, the discovery made he is to continue down, stopping again soon though, this time.. At the last set of teats to be seen, the Melym finds.. a pocket of a sort, an entry point, or perhaps an exit; urinary aperture - the leaking of fluids, and such to come from it. He didn't that yet of course, or that this was a particular gender!

Just below, to lie the vulva, it gets a strange look. A prod, it's use not known to the boy, in the end, it's over looked. It wasn't of importance at this moment, and it wouldn't be for some time.. Another one was needed, he would decide. To compare, of a similar size, and make-up. To properly, and accurately compare. For now, he wrote these thing down, starting a little piece of his own, to track his progress, as his mother had did in her youth.

The first step into it all.. He knew not where it would lead, but the journey would be one filled with understanding, the opening of one's eyes to many things. Sitting at that desk in the Falco house, playing with a rat's corpse today, forgetting those things that bothered him.. It marked something, the beginning for it all, the destiny he would have held up, now grasped - taken into hands.
(Sauriel Melym)