As Hoglah finishes her meal she notes that she seems to have put on more weight both as muscle and more arousingly to her, fat. Seizing up the hatpin and skull she begins to summon fourth magics she learned as an omnibus which is promptly blocked.

“Perfect!” Hoglah thought as she continued in her dark deeds and the purchase of a new, barely afforded skill. She restarted her efforts, pouring magic into the two objects. The hatpin she watched carefully as it lengthened and strengthened to an infinitely penetrating point. For it’s part the bear skull took on a pink gold metal luster matching that of the pin and began to shrink. The base of the pin phased effortlessly and seamlessly into the skull. A new protector for her and her mother, this pin was inhabited by the bear's spirit. It could fly through the air like a bird or manifest the bear’s spirit for small periods to attack, defend or be ridden out of danger. It would grow with time, but for now it would be enough. Her mother would return with other kills soon.

With fresh skulls she could greatly empower her mother via molested spirits forced into pins, An Owl pin for night vision, silence and gliding. A gecko or newt for adhesion to walls, a wolf will dampen her presence, strengthen her at night and confer a wolf's speed, hearing and sense of smell. The spirits would be so utterly mutated that they would hate every moment they were away from their stinking witchling master, Hoglah felt the same pain being alone, even though she'd asked for her mother to go questing, thus it would be easy to inscribe on these animal spirits. They were already desperate for a reason to remain in the world, her odorous mother would be their eternal charge. It made her very, very wet to enslave things, to turn others until their only thoughts were her will for them to carry out. With these pins she and her mother would spy on her brother and plot his fall from church bribing scoundrel to absolute, wanton manwhore.

She was immediately disturbed by wet squelching sounds coming through the holes in the walls of the dilapidated cabin, crystal blue pristine looking things at utter odds with anything else she’d seen in this world. As they advanced rapidly towards her she calmly examined them Depraved Insights.

Hoglah snorted and continued to refine her new toy as the slimes crept closer before stopping dead in their tracks and began writhing and bubbling, their color and texture changing. They appeared as an almost onyx purple rubber and their cores became a neon fractal patterned sphere of pink. They had slid into the deep puddle of sexual juices and skeletal sex toys that that Claire had left of the floor, the depraved detritus acting as a trap for the slimes that changed them instantly into an affinity that served only Hoglah.

“Fuck each other, you are now the skins of evil, only the remaining will become the “Gu” and father the rest of your new race, She watched happily as a sea of exploding, gooey, barely recognizable sexual organs battled for hours. She fell asleep and was gently awoken by a tap on her shoulder hours later and was stunned. “Gu” stood nearly 8 feet tall, an onyx purple cyclops with four arms having two fingers and a thumb that were not unlike her own. It’s legs were digitigrade but ended in puddles of slime. It had become a beast of the thickest slab muscle imaginable. It began to speak through four holes on it’s shockingly masculine shaped face that sounded like whistling. It reminded Hoglah of birds talking but softer and decidedly masculine. “I was a mother, fucking, merging, now I am father. My reason didn’t change even though I did. My son don’t kill please.” She didn’t know how that largely featureless, cycloptic, masculine face could convey such a desperate plea, but the one kind of man she had a soft spot for was a father trying to do his best.

How could she resist such a request? Giving the giant a kiss on the hip that left an aubergine snout and lipstick stain as plans formed in her head with this new opportunity availing itself. Her crew was coming along faster than she’d imagined.

Plucking the small slime from Gu’s hand she slipped it into her dress where it began to merge with the bear’s head dress quickly, she told it not to let anyone know it was there. “Now you are “Maw Shadow!" *BUGOH SQUEE HE HE HE!” In response to Hoglah’s frustratingly juvenile sense of humor Gu simply turned his head to the side in confusion. Even Hoglah was shocked at how cute that was.

Feixe

Another pretty obvious one from the Star Trek OST. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ti_NcfCF6Kw&ab_channel=RonJones-Topic