Confusion settled over Levia as she processed the new amount of limbs she was processed. She'd flex her small digits, 1-2-3-4-5, 1-2-3-4-5, and then it stopped as far as her hands went. And that was weird. Really weird. As weird as waking up one day in someone else's body...only, it was stranger to think that this happened in the blink of an eye. They'd have the rest of the day to get used to these forms and get acquainted with their new factories as well. Levia had a feeling she'd need a lot longer but...work called.

Departing in silence without the heart to say that she absolutely hated her human form, Levia would head to her primary facility and sit down on the floor. Everything felt off. But, Faetalis' words rang in Levia's head. [color=6ecff6]"Never surrender your wildness, but learn to embrace your civility, as well."[/color] Clenching her hands, Levia would get bumped into by a recycler slime, the worried worker silently sensing her inner turmoil and trying to reassure her. As best as a mute ball of sludge with a few braincells could, at least. 

[color=c4df9b][b]"Hey...[/b][/color] she said, trying to ease the slime down and off, unused to the feeling of her hands being much more sensitive with human skin over them. Standing shakily without a large tail for balance, Levia would bounce on the balls of her feet. One, Two. At least humans had two legs...she couldn't imagine how hard her life would be now if she had a draconic lower half with four legs. Even her own reflection on the polished floors irked her, but...she was starting to get an idea.

By and large her facility within the guild was...let's not mince words here, pointless. She didn't defend anything or create anything meaningful, didn't do anything useful, and as it stood the most useful functions she's served was to break rocks with her hands. It wasn't that she wasn't proud of her facility, it was that she wanted to do more for those around her. And that's when she started remembering the circumstances of her creation. [color=c4df9b][b]"...Father..."[/b][/color] she muttered to herself, before eyeing the slime, grabbing it by the sides. [color=c4df9b][b]"I know what I need to do! For your support of your superior, I am promoting you effective immediately Reslymcler #46! From now on, you'll oversee breeding and recycling efforts when I'm not present. New duty calls!"[/b][/color]

With a vague liquid "bloop" of approval, Reslymcler #46 became Managel Slime #1 and extended a bit of its mass to "wave" at Levia as she departed, running not to her own facility, but to the outside of the factory entirely. Then, to the outside world. 

She had components to collect. Breeding stock to acquire. Chimeras to make. Her facility would be shaped up as a chimera creation facility, with one solitary goal:

Prove that Levia was so useful, having more Chimeras like her could only help everyone. And she'd start with an attempt to cross-breed various members of the surrounding fauna, utilizing her own venomous blood as an agent to ensure her brood could be around her without worry. If her purpose was to be destruction, and their assignment was a kingdom, she'd ready an army of monstrous chimeras while utilizing everything possible in the area of their home. Such things would take time, but she was sure that Lady Faetalis would be proud of her for finally having something to create:

An army of siblings with which to serve any number of purposes. She'd even create livestock suitable for the underground for Mae to butcher. She'd even see if Gammaton would like her to try hybridizing insects, wanting nothing more than the praise of those around her.

Awash in thoughts of the future, Levia could be seen beaming as she ran about, embracing the wildness that Faetalis valued as she began the difficult work of chimera creation.