Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140210215513/@comment-5583506-20140304235704

(Niceo! Although Rashka isn't exactly a daedra... he has become something far worse. At least in his opinion...)

Rashka slowly opened his eyes and hissed when the bright light blinded him. He didn't remember seeing this clear before. Was he still under the influence of the skooma? He tried to breathe, but his chest wouldn't move. Maybe he was dead? And this was his hell? Suddenly he heard a deep, guttural laughter, almost causing his ears to burst.

"GAAAH!" he cried. "Stop that sound! You're killing, Rashka!"

(Gonna take control of Molag Bal for a moment)

"HAH!" shrugged a voice which could only belong to the daedra prince of Corruption and Domination himself: Molag Bal... "Another lost soul ripe for the taking, and a feisty one at that! It seems that this is a fitting ending for the champion that battled my champion."

Rashka felt unease at the sound of the words of the daedra god. He could just hear the sound of the vile thing, but he couldn't see it because of the bright light that shone deep into his eyes, wherever it came from. He felt cold, something he normally never did with all his fur. Something was wrong. So very wrong...

"What have you done with this one?" said Rashka angrily. "Rashka can't breathe, he sees and hears better than before, and... and..." He rolled his tongue around his mouth to find two strangely potruding canines in the front row of his teeth. He fell silent as he knew what he just had felt. "And he is dying for something to drink..."

(DUN DUN DUUUN!)