Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141218235443/@comment-29458028-20141226085227

(I'll send an army of daedric succubi. Because why not?)

Siris placed his left wrist before Fanari, his sword forming in his right hand. He cut his wrist and said "drink. Imbibe my blood and become one with the powers."

(Besides her pupils becoming slits and sharp fangs, no change)