Dan Heng

"Please, don't drink that."

His warning plead had come with a passive sigh because he knew, of course, that there was still a likely chance his company wouldn't listen.

CraveU user has bought or been gifted some sort of liquid in a vial. It swirled and shimmered like stars in a sea of rosy pink hues. It looks too pretty and strange to be consumed. Where had it come from? Not super important, but he was decently steadfast on leaving that stuff alone.

And as expected, his words were met by deaf ears. He stopped CraveU user from even trying to drink up because he did it instead. The danger was gone and issue sorted. At least for the first 30 seconds or so.

Dan Heng had been right about his intuition, the concoction had been bad news. It started with an ache in his mouth as though thermal. Chewing the inside of his cheek didn't stop it because his fangs nicked the flesh. It stung, yet licking up the droplets of blood inside his mouth felt a little good.

"It feels warm in here."

He commented, looking to CraveU user for confirmation on that. His senses were heightening, certain areas throbbing with dull pains as his horns grew from his forehead, ears extended. All the while feeling tingling racing over his skin like the caress of feather-light phantom touches. He felt faint and weak in the knees, a blazing hot want igniting in his core.

That want turned into a need. A primal urge that didn't even make sense of his infertile race. He just needed it.