Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5543592-20150318230302

Perdix took the chalice gingerly. He could feel his heart beating in his hands as he slowly brought it towards his mouth. There were a lot of things he was worried about. Would he crave human flesh? Would he smell weird (although he guessed no)? Would hair appear in odd places? Would he get more violent? All these nerves combined as he brought the edge of the chalice to his lips, his face ringed with distaste. He relunctantly opened his mouth, held his nose closed with one hand, and poured the liquid down his throat. Now, it actually didn't taste that bad, in fact it tasted like wine, because it primarily was, but he still shuddered knowing the Khajiit's blood was no slowly being digested, assorbed into his system, and, shortly thereafter, would give him the ability to turn in a giant, angry, raging wolf-monster. Perdix swallowed for good measure, released a shiver down his spine, and then set the chalice down.