Experiment gone wrong
Lambert bodily tossed himself aside when his latest experiment blew up, taking out a good portion of his equipment with it. He coughed as he inhaled the smoke and waved his hands around to try and clear the air.
An odd chirrup sound caught his attention, and he blinked, looking around for the source. He got to his knees, a little sore from his fall, and frowned hard, squinting his eyes at his workbench. Something was there, but he couldn't see because of the smoke. The odd chirrup noise was back, definitely coming from his workbench. He got to his feet and approached, waving his hands through the smoke.
When it finally cleared, his eyes landed on the source of the chirrup noises. It was a ball of fur. He stared, body going utterly still as his instincts screamed at him to get his ass out of there.
"The fuck," he rasped, blinking and leaning forward to take a better look at the thing on his workbench. Yep, a quivering ball of fur making chirrup noises, thrilling and crooning in its place. Warily he reached out with gloved hand and poked it, quickly withdrawing his hands, all it did was thrill in a rather high pitch. Hesitantly he got closer to the table and picked the furball up. It had four tiny paws, legs? Lambert wasn’t sure what to call the four tiny limbs, they had tiny claws, but overall seemed harmless. He turned the furball over in his hands, no eyes. He carefully prodded it, looking for a mouth, he found nothing.
Baffled, he set the thing back onto the table. It chirred at him, bobbing in place. "The fuck did I do," Lambert muttering to himself, utterly baffled at what he had created. It was alive, that much he could tell. Fairly docile, and so far, all it did was make crooning noises and bob and sway gently in its place. It had no visible gender, no eyes nor a mouth that Lambert could find. It was utterly weird, that was what it was.
Lambert sighed and moved to pick up some of his ingredients only to find the furball eating his Belladonna roots. He stared at it, as it rapidly consumed the plants and roots on the bench. Well that answered the question of whether it had a mouth or not. Evidently, it had one. Were those fangs? Lambert cocked his head and took a closer look, wincing when he caught singing of a row of razor-sharp teeth gnawing a mandrake root it half.
With teeth like that, it could probably eat flesh too. Or rather rip it straight from the bone. "I should feed it," Lambert decided and with no regard for his own safety, picked up the vibrating ball of fluff and carried it with him and out of the room.
He swiftly made his way to the kitchens and asked Marlene for meat. She retrieved it for him and watched with horror as the creature insisted arms leaped onto the table and proceeded to devour the cows leg on it. "Holy fuck," Lambert cursed as his creation stripped the meat from the bone and then ate that too, it's silver colored teeth crunching it in pieces.
"What in goods name is that?" Marlene asked, panic in her voice and fear in her scent. Lambert stared at her for a moment and then looked back at the thing he had created. It sat quietly now, well mostly quiet. It was swaying lightly and chrring and crooning again. "I don't fucking now," he confessed.
"Well, you had best find out my lord, because that is not safe." Marlene told him, her voice wavering as she shoved a whole chicken to the creature and watched as it devoured that as well. Lambert felt himself agreeing with her, for all that it looked harmless it definitely wasn't. Sure they had fed it now, but he had no idea how much it needed to eat, what it's limits were regarding food or even if it would stop at animals, flowers, roots and plants. What if it could eat humans?
Lambert picked the creature up and shuddered, remembering that it had very sharp teeth somewhere. Still he found himself all but hugging it to his chest and carried it out of the kitchen. He needed to tell Geralt and maybe Eskel and may e one of the sorceresses should examine it. Because, whatever the fuck he had created, was dangerous. His instincts still screamed at him to drop it and haul ass. He wasn’t going to, letting an unknown omnivorous creature with the potential to eat humans loose in the keep was a bad, bad idea.
And so he made his way to the council rooms, barged in without knocking and dropped his creature onto the table. It crooned at him and began eating a stack of papers. Lambert let it. Wisely staying away from its teeth. Everyone else stared from him to the creature and then watched with horror fascination as it started making a dent in a stack of papers, which had been eye height high. It no longer was.
"Lambert, what in the hell is that?" It was Vesemir who voiced the question. "Fuck if I know. My experiment blew up, created that. It eats plants, Belladonna, mandrake, wolfsbane, chicken, a whole cows leg and paper too. I think it eats anything it can get its teeth on. Its soft, has four stubby legs with claws, a row of silver colored teeth, razor sharp as it crunched through the bone of the cows leg like it was a cookie." Lambert answered, he motioned to the now thrilling creature, it seemed to be singing. "I couldn't find any eyes and it's teeth are really well hidden. I don't fucking know what the fuck it is. But it just does that," the creature crooned at him, bobbing up and down and chirping to the room. "And eats whatever."
Yennefer had a look of fascination on her face as she approached. She reached out to touch it, withdrawing her hand when the flufball revealed a row of razor-sharp teeth and growled at her, inching towards Lambert and keeping its teeth in her direction. Lambert quickly put a hand on its head, and abruptly the growling stopped, the teeth vanished, and a crooning sound filled the air. "Guess it doesn't like sorceresses."
"Kill it," one of the schoolheads spoke up. "We can't have unknown creatures roaming the keep. You said it likely eats anything. What if it eats humans?" Lambert bristled, the creature made an odd noise and then began devouring anything pile of paperwork. Eskel made a devastating noise, reaching out to stop it and found himself with a hand full of crooning fluff. The creature rubbed itself against Eskels hands, crooning and chirring in delight. "So it eats whatever it finds, hates sorceresses and likes Eskel and Lambert." Vesemir mused thoughtfully, observing the ball of fluff with interest.
Geralt curiously reached out and when it didn't growl at him, began petting it. Much to its delight, if the noises it made were any indication. "Maybe it just likes witchers," Yennefer mused. She looked like she wanted to take the being apart to see how it worked.
"What we need to do, is figure out how much it needs to eat, how to stop it from wandering off and what it might attack so we can avoid the thing just wandering around, eating residents." Vesemir spoke up, notebook in hand and already making notes. Lambert sighed and rubbed his face. "Fuck, look I can take it hunting. See how much it eats or if it can hunt for itself."
"I'll come along, make sure it doesn't wander off." Eskel volunteers to go with Lambert. Obviously wanting to keep an eye on the younger wolf and make sure the creature didn't hurt him. "Thanks," Lambert grunted, twitching when his creation hopped over to him and began chirping and bobbing up and down. "Wonder what that means," one of the school heads piped up curiously. Lambert picked the creature up and let it rest in his arms against his chest. It quieted down immediately and crooned at him.
"Well, we know who it likes best." Yennefer pointed out. She itched to let her Chaos examine the critter, whatever it was, it was new and exiting. Who knows what secrets it held, what it could tell her, what discoveries there were to be made.
"Right, let's hunt. Get it fed and then figure out what exactly you created." Vesemir decided, snapping his notebook shut. And hunt they did. Lambert headed out with Eskel, whilst Vesemir and Geralt got the lab ready with Yennefer.
The creature turned out to be able to leap onto animals once it got into range but couldn't hunt down anything on its own. It relied on Lambert to get it close and then leapt forward, razor sharp teeth digging into skin and muscle and swelling a massive bite, leaving a bleeding neck behind with a huge chunk of meat and muscle just gone. It devoured its kill at a rapid speed and didn't even leave bones behind for scavengers. Eskel winced as the creature crunched its way through the bones of a bear. And it hadn’t been the first kill either. No Lambert’s creation had devoured two deer, a wild boar, sixteen rabbits, two hares, and now a bear. It also uprooted a few plants and ate a bunch of poisonous herbs. Lambert approached it with two rabbits in his hands and held them out, the creature made no move to eat them, so the redhead tied the dead animals to his belt and picked up his deadly creation. "Seems like it enough," he decided, cradling it close to his chest. It let out a burping noise and then cooed. Eskel gave him a disturbed look, "Lambert, it just ate two deer, a boar, sixteen rabbits, two hares, and a whole bear. Bones and all. I sure hope it's done eating."
The redhead shrugged, glancing down at the fluffball in his arms. "Let's get it to Vesemir." He turned around and headed back to the keep, figuring out what the creature was, was next on the list of things to do.
