"Making you big. And strong." She said, a wicked smile, spreading across her face. "Now drink up, my child..." She said, tipping the chalice with one hand, and holding his mouth open with the other.
The coppery taste of blood fills your mouth. Before you can react, she clamps a hand over your mouth, trapping the drink within your mouth. Whoever she is, she is inhumanly strong.
Dodaer coughed wildly, attempting to do anything besides swallowing to no avail. Once Dodaer realizes resistance is futile, he reluctantly lets the blood slide down his throat. His eye wide open in shock, Dodaer waits for what will happen next...
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After failing at enduring the pain for a few moments, Dodaer began screaming with all the might he could muster. Feeling plenty of fear, Dodaer gave up struggling with the chains and instead began writhing in pain.
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The sensations were enough to make Dodaer ill. He could feel his muscles growing and swelling. His legs cracked and shifted, including the unnerving feeling of his toes hardening and fusing in his boots. When his eyes weren't clenched shut in agony, he could see a pair of horns snaking out over the top of his hood...
?! Dodaer had no words to express the horror of seeing his own body change. Nor was he able to scream loud enough to express the pain he was feeling. He could only barely watch as he turned into a monstrosity right before his eye.
Minor nitpick...Dodaer only has one eye.
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At the realization of the presence of the woman who did this to him, a deep hatred welled up in Dodaer and replaced his fear. With only rage and pain coursing through him, Dodaer managed to growl at the woman between fits of pain. "I...HATE...YOU..." Dodaer began struggling with the chains again, attempting to break free and destroy the source of the laughter.
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As the pain left his body, Dodaer immediately began struggling with the chains. He managed to muster the strength to also shout. "So what now? You're just leaving me here to rot?!" shouted an anger-filled Dodaer.
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The voice, now further away called back. "Well you're certainly big...now we need to see how strong you've gotten." With that, Dodaer heard the clatter of a gate rising.
OOC: Just wondering the state of his hood whether it's still obscuring his face or if it was taken off.
"Shhhh...shhhh...don't squirm. This won't hurt...too much." She said, as she reached to an unseen table, and produced a golden chalice.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The woman cackled just out of his view. "Yes! YES! Sing for me!"
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
OOC: Crossing fingers...