Under hermit
Caves cracked and crumbled, cast aside in cold caverns. Apprentice like panic sets in,a feeling not felt for many moons. Chance of getting out alive is unlikely. Severe modifications are needed if survival is to be guaranteed. The body can be melded like clay, every organ and digit reshaped and reformatted for new purpose. Mutations are welcome.
A brief bark of power snaps the fingers and a second sees them lengthen and writhe like snakes. The better to cast the following forsaken spells. Serpentine digits flow over each other creating once impossible motions. The tongue grows a sickly acid black and lengthens. Needed to speak the lost ways. Working in unison both tentacle digit and black tongue mutter out filth speech which cracks the very ground.
Old eyes once unaccustomed to such darkness grow catlike. Corneas and pupils expanding and shrinking, adjusting to the new space. As more scum slinks from the mouth the lungs expand air. Ancient airways grow formidable filters, the stale dusty air easier to consume. More power must be drawn to modify. Curse runes are written upon the floor and walls. Shriveled, dried goats stomach swallowed, it melds with the old and becomes the new. Atrophied legs grow anew, goats hoofs take form to allow for easier access.
The old hermit forces the surrounding environment to accept him, at any cost.
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