This place smelled ancient, the man who thought his name Thal thought - so many layers of scents, of rot and green and stone and blood and something unidentifiable, that it left him dizzy and he closed his eyes against it. The hungry shadows of the strange forest around him followed, pressing against his eyelids, waiting.
He shuddered and then, without thought, laughed, his mouth twisting into a crooked grin. The expression felt natural, if strange in this situation. "Understatement of the era," the man muttered, ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, and then spit out more dirt. He opened his eyes again and dragged a hand up through his hair, wearily shaking out some of the mud clumping it and in his ears. "I don't... where am I? This isn't..." He blinked and let the sentence fade, not entirely sure what he had intended to say. Whatever this place wasn't, he didn't know either.
He shuddered and then, without thought, laughed, his mouth twisting into a crooked grin. The expression felt natural, if strange in this situation. "Understatement of the era," the man muttered, ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, and then spit out more dirt. He opened his eyes again and dragged a hand up through his hair, wearily shaking out some of the mud clumping it and in his ears. "I don't... where am I? This isn't..." He blinked and let the sentence fade, not entirely sure what he had intended to say. Whatever this place wasn't, he didn't know either.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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