Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140114001323

(studying almost constantly, that's why I am afk so often, sorry about that, will try to catch up whenever I can)

Rashka picked up one of the skooma bottles. It had been a long time since he had tasted that sweet flavour and enjoyed that rush which almost every Khajiit knew. He opened up the bottle and took a sip. As soon as the liquid touched his tongue he started to shake uncontrollably. His blood pumped violently through his veins as if it were to burst out of his body any time and he could hear his own fast pulse beating in his ears. The tension was almost ecstatic and started to build into a massive emotion that he wasn't able to explain even if he wanted to.

He let out a roar of pleasure and took a deep breath. "By the Moons! This one has missed that feeling! Rashka may not be much for madmen, but this madman is different. He knows how to provide Rashka with pure, concentrated skooma!"

He turned to Ertius with the bottle. "A sip, Imperial?" he grinned.