The final entry seems so close, yet slipping through my fingers like grains of salt upon the slab. The meat, it waits. It waits to be cultured, to be nurtured, to be made what it is not. What is it that makes it human?
The blood flows.
Warm to the touch.
Pink pigment.
The water content is a measure of science, easily obtained. Yet why can I not grasp it?
I must get need more data.
And then the werewolves... Lady Grey is so responsive. I will miss not being able to have her visits but my confidentiality is needed. I must have my solitude. Only Jackson, only my mentors possibly Lane? may have entry. There must be the control. Without it, the experiment fails.
But the flesh... the flesh. Somehow she sheds it and steps across. I have tried to replicate her movements, tried to manipulate my will, charm my blood. Perhaps it must recognise one of the savages? They are beasts and so too do I have one, though tightly reigned she is.
...che catzo! Che manco? Ci deve essere qualcosa qui trascuro.
It is all in tune with the Nest. Possible theories include:
1.Ritual needed
2.Coil needed Werewolves have coils?
3.Timing
Theorem perhaps?
Note: Pay close attention to time intervals. Bring stopwatch.
09/10/05
~Ysobel