[To say he hates this would be a large, grave understatement. He'd been helpful and pleasant enough, the Customer Service Smile molded permanently to his face as he survived through the day.
It's not the worst place he's ever been--no one seems to know him here, which is a blessing in some ways and a terrible curse in others. On one hand at least they were all on the same page. On the other hand, Guangyao couldn't get a leg up on anyone here because of it. There was nothing and no one and everyone seemed to be-- well. Odd. Nothing and no one looks familiar to him. No one he'd talked to seemed to know anything about cultivators or the Clans or anything.
For the first time in 20-some years, his cheeks hurt from the gentle smile he'd forced on himself and his jaw ached from clenching his teeth.
Three weeks of no answers had started a raging headache and all he could do was his best to appear useful and harmless. Which, perhaps, would be a good thing once the fog came rolling in.
Idly it makes him think of the reports of Yi City and he half expects to hear Xue Yang's mocking laughter in the fog. He thinks he does, once or twice, before telling himself it must be his mind playing tricks on him. He can muster up a small pang of regret for the loss of the man if he thinks about it though and sighs a little to himself. Unfortunate, really. Good help was good to find sometimes, so what a terrible waste.
He can only do so much against the dogs, however, since he has no sword and isn't entirely sure he's even got a golden core anymore. There's no razor wire to help him either, so he makes do with any thin rope he can find. Strangling the damned things and stringing them up can at least put some distance between them. Better than nothing, except when he ran out of rope and had gotten a nice dog bite for his trouble in using up the last of it.
Frowning now, he moved as quickly and quietly through the fog as he could given the pain that shot up his leg with every step; He felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end at the odd whistle and the voice that echoed out. He swallowed down the urge to choke in surprise and cleared his throat, trying to ignore the shiver that spiked down his spine]
If you're looking for a dog, I left one several steps back the way I came. [Presumably the voice was just after dogs, and not young men as none of the other monsters he'd glimpsed had tried to actually say anything. Or maybe it was a monster and it'd kill him. Whatever, at this point.]
fog
It's not the worst place he's ever been--no one seems to know him here, which is a blessing in some ways and a terrible curse in others. On one hand at least they were all on the same page. On the other hand, Guangyao couldn't get a leg up on anyone here because of it. There was nothing and no one and everyone seemed to be-- well. Odd. Nothing and no one looks familiar to him. No one he'd talked to seemed to know anything about cultivators or the Clans or anything.
For the first time in 20-some years, his cheeks hurt from the gentle smile he'd forced on himself and his jaw ached from clenching his teeth.
Three weeks of no answers had started a raging headache and all he could do was his best to appear useful and harmless. Which, perhaps, would be a good thing once the fog came rolling in.
Idly it makes him think of the reports of Yi City and he half expects to hear Xue Yang's mocking laughter in the fog. He thinks he does, once or twice, before telling himself it must be his mind playing tricks on him. He can muster up a small pang of regret for the loss of the man if he thinks about it though and sighs a little to himself. Unfortunate, really. Good help was good to find sometimes, so what a terrible waste.
He can only do so much against the dogs, however, since he has no sword and isn't entirely sure he's even got a golden core anymore. There's no razor wire to help him either, so he makes do with any thin rope he can find. Strangling the damned things and stringing them up can at least put some distance between them. Better than nothing, except when he ran out of rope and had gotten a nice dog bite for his trouble in using up the last of it.
Frowning now, he moved as quickly and quietly through the fog as he could given the pain that shot up his leg with every step; He felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end at the odd whistle and the voice that echoed out. He swallowed down the urge to choke in surprise and cleared his throat, trying to ignore the shiver that spiked down his spine]
If you're looking for a dog, I left one several steps back the way I came. [Presumably the voice was just after dogs, and not young men as none of the other monsters he'd glimpsed had tried to actually say anything. Or maybe it was a monster and it'd kill him. Whatever, at this point.]