As Jaku slithers toward the camp, Feign goes forward as well, though not in quite the same direction.  He reasons that it's for the best that Jaku not see exactly what kind of magic Feign is going to use.  As he gets to the small storage shed on the outskirts of the camp, he looks back to make sure he's out of sight of Jaku and more importantly, any possible position of the scientist.<br/><br/>He opens the shed door with an ominous creak, shedding daylight on the pile of human bones that he gathered here after the original attack on the camp.  The remains were gathered just in case he needed them to make a spare body, though there are enough bones there to reform himself seven or eight times, if he were still human.  As it is now, there is probably just enough for him to absorb their mass and grow to a fully adult size.  And now that he ate that sorceress, he finally has enough magic to do so.<br/><br/>He places his hands on the pile and suddenly there is a gust of wind that closes the door...  In the room, the dim gray glow of magic coming from the bones is the only illumination.  The air in the room begins to swirl, as the bones under his hands melt away into a glowing white dust that fills the room.  The swirling picks up as more and more of the bone is incorporated into the air until the inside of the storage room is a small whirlwind of bone dust and dark magic.<br/><br/>Feign winds into a tall coil, letting the wind lift his body and balance him as he stands in the middle of the vortex.  As soon as all of the bone is dissolved, he stretches his arms out and breathes in deeply.  The vortex of magic suddenly rushes back into his body, carrying the mass of bone into him as well.  Before he realizes it, he outgrows the tiny building, breaking apart the walls and ceiling simultaneously.  As it falls down, some dead leaves and fallen branches from the outside are also pulled into Feign's body as the spell is fading.<br/><br/>He yawns and stretches, shaking off a little bit of roofing material.  At first, his skin and scales are deathly pale, but they turn to a their normal color for a quickly enough as he slithers towards the camp.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Delilah sits in the dark corner of the control room, thinking of what might happen in the days to come...  She thought to the "trespasser" that Bart mentioned that morning.  She hadn't gotten a chance to see who or what it was let alone check him or her for damage and possibly treat any wounds the soldiers might have given it.<br/><br/>Another thought occurs to her, that if it is able to break free, it might find her before the project, or even the natives who might have gotten to the others.  If it got this far, then it's probably either a non-human or a mage...  Either way, when could strike a deal with it to get them both to safety, if it does indeed break free and find her.<br/><br/>She leans against the all again and thinks how she might convince it to cooperate, in the unlikely event that they meet.  Just about every scenario of course ending with either her dying...  or using her body to negotiate.  The latter scenarios seem to keep coming up in her mind as her hand unconsciously begins rubbing gently at the crotch of her pants.  Extremely high chances of her dying in almost every imaginable scenario, and all she can think about is how badly she wants to fuck.<br/><br/>She sighs with a little bit of disappointment at her own lack of self discipline.  Though it doesn't stop her from undoing her pants and sliding her hand down under her panties to finger herself there in the dark as she waits for whatever will find her.