03-26-2009, 11:24 PM
In his shifted state, it may have taken a good deal more for the drug to effect Brennt's perceptions, but as he was no more massive in this form as many of the humans who had first cultivated the drug for consumption, the dosage wasn't hard to figure meet. Maz's practiced eye helped, as well. Nonetheless, the amazing qualities of the food as promised by the young girl did not meet his expectations as quickly as he had hoped, and there was a period which felt much longer than it actually was in which Brennt felt himself becoming impatient and antsy, waiting for the advertised bonuses of the best food ever.
Gradually, things around Brennt began changing. He found himself focusing on the vibrant green of a nearby bush, for apparently no reason, and before he knew it, his impatience had abated, leaving him feeling relaxed and generally content to wait for the alleged affects to take place. It didn't occur to him that he was experiencing them now. Deciding to see if Maz's promise was true, he went ahead and tore a piece of flesh from the fallen doe, and found to his delight that it did indeed taste better than it had bringing it down, which was strange. The fact that his perceptions had changed might normally make him anxious, or distressed, but right now he thought it was alright that things were a little different. He didn't exactly feel tired, not like the day before when he had fought two wolves over a kill, but just...lazy. While he had done a fair bit of pacing before, waiting for the food to work its magic, he now found himself content to sit down and look over to Maz.
"What is the snack?" he said bluntly, though gently. Surely it had a name. He couldn't remember his mother ever talking about anything like this, but because it was Maz he wouldn't be distrustful. After all, she was nice, and nice people didn't do bad things.
Gradually, things around Brennt began changing. He found himself focusing on the vibrant green of a nearby bush, for apparently no reason, and before he knew it, his impatience had abated, leaving him feeling relaxed and generally content to wait for the alleged affects to take place. It didn't occur to him that he was experiencing them now. Deciding to see if Maz's promise was true, he went ahead and tore a piece of flesh from the fallen doe, and found to his delight that it did indeed taste better than it had bringing it down, which was strange. The fact that his perceptions had changed might normally make him anxious, or distressed, but right now he thought it was alright that things were a little different. He didn't exactly feel tired, not like the day before when he had fought two wolves over a kill, but just...lazy. While he had done a fair bit of pacing before, waiting for the food to work its magic, he now found himself content to sit down and look over to Maz.
"What is the snack?" he said bluntly, though gently. Surely it had a name. He couldn't remember his mother ever talking about anything like this, but because it was Maz he wouldn't be distrustful. After all, she was nice, and nice people didn't do bad things.