Waking up the next day was simple, given the large, slimy tongue slapping into his head.
As if on reflex, he had his power prepared, only holding it back as the white canine head of his newest companion greeted him.
"Good morning," He said, the growl the Warg used to answer him reminding Noir of the times he still had his own dog.
"Right, we have to eat and then proceed towards the Zoo, if everything works out, we'll be there tonight, are you ready for a full day of walking?"
He asked, the nod of his canine friend enough for the Grafter to stand from his bed and prepare some of the nearby corpses as breakfast.
"I never thought I'd come to eat someone again."
He said, roasting an arm he just ripped away and disinfected.
The man tasted like a weird kind of Pig, a taste that hadn't filled his mouth since his college days.
"Back then it was just a guy who donated his body to science, and with me as our dorms dedicated cook, the others never found out that I took their money to finance my own experiments. A shame that there weren't more people desperate for money back then, though they did shut up and start over, with whatever it was I grew inside their bodies. You see, my nameless friend, I had always been a forgotten genius, though I was pretty mad during that time... what college does to a man... at least I got the necessary knowledge to start over in the states."
He smiled, the two eating in silence after that, before they were pulled to complete what Noir came for.
The Warg never interrupted him, sparing his voice for emergencies or moments he felt were important enough to actually contribute to.
Their further walk was once again mostly uninterrupted, a growing density of unibuns indicating a source of food, and various dead animals with horns being a clear sign of their superiority, a superiority they shared with monkeys, as the duo learned the hard way.
It started with occasional laughs and grumbles, nothing Major at first, but quickly increasing in intensity as fruit began to fly, its splatter attracting several unibuns to its direction.
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"I might have created these pests because of their fur, but I made their flesh as tasty as possible. My best and worst creation at the same time." As one of the fruits impacted on his ally, Noir asked the unibuns for help, the savage beasts drawn to the violence he promised as he opened his hands, throwing the raging fuzzballs at his opponents.
Once they began to notice what was happening, Chimpanzee and gorilla alike started to retreat, too late to escape the chihuahua level of Napoleon complex inside prey animals specifically designed to be tasty.
It was a bloodbath, both sides taking heavy losses as they offered one of each ape to him, something he rewarded with the only thing these monstrosities valued more than mindless slaughter, head pats.
Most of the remaining day was spent cuddling blood painted unibuns, pacifying them to get them out of a rage Noir never gave them, meaning it was something their instable DNA had developed on itself.
The next goal was to incapacitate a crocodile, who obviously had left their cage as soon as possible and went somewhere else, a mystery the duo would solve as soon as possible, but with their captives actively dying, Noir went to the reptile tank instead.
"A kobold it is."
He concluded, taking a Common Adder with his right hand, and the chimp's throat with his left. He felt malice radiate from the most devilish of apes, and the longing for an escape from the adder. The Warg helped him hold a Lacerda with his feet.
Soon, they started to merge.
The maliciousness of a chimp, the calm, calculating mind of the snake, and the prey instinct of the Lizard merging to become the ultimate paranoia.
The nimble hands became tipped with claws, the eyes growing yellow and its pupils growing into slits, its furry ears slightly extending to give it an elfish vibe.
Next came the legs, now more optimized for horizontal mobility rather than climbing, but still somewhat dexterous.
A mad grin spread on Noirs face as he decided on the last touch. Each of the beast's teeth turned hooked, and its fangs became venomous.
Like all previous creations, he added a pheromone to it, the ever evolving antidote within him. A drop of his own blood was sacrificed to make it his. They craved his blood, but knew they would suffer without him, making them rely on his benevolence to guard them from other plague kin. A name he found quite fitting, given the title he gave himself.
"Rise, Tucker, may you and your fellow Kobolds rise to the legend your name implies. Seek my approval, and thou shall be strengthened. Do not be controlled, and may you create more Plaguekin with others of your kind. Soon, the half-breeds will exist, and the dark crusade shall rise above the bloodied skies."
Then, he went to sleep in the next room, his retinue guarding their creator, even as Tucker only began to wake up. Immediately upon thinking for the first time, he felt the need to prove himself and bully those weaker than him, for anyone that was worth less than a kobold might as well be useless.