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Date Posted: 23:16:47 05/31/07 Thu
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Skare
's message, "Re: Around the Town..." on 22:53:49 05/31/07 Thu
A smell?
He smelled nothing. Didn’t he?
He took in a breath of air, a long, deep breath through his nostrils. Air scraped through his nose. No, he did not smell it.
But, when he opened his mouth and inhaled, he did taste it.
His tongue flicked the inside of his mask, pressed against the back of the lips of his second face with his tongue. It tasted bitter. And it was strong. How could he have possibly missed it? It seeped down his throat, scratched at his stomach and filled every pore on his long, black tongue.
Turning to face Dork with a quick, stunted sigh of agitation, Phir bobbed his head, more of a tilt than a bob, really, in Skare’s direction, to acknowledge that he indeed heard him and wanted to thank him all at once. He did it as respectfully as possible. This man was their future, if there was going to be a future, and he was grateful for it.
Then he addressed the troll.
“Will you be the one introducing us? How many are there?”
He pressed the fingers of his gloves against the porcelain of his mask’s temples, rubbing. So little time! And even now, he could hear his Glanconer’s muted cries and moans in the back of his mind, faintly. However faintly….almost as if he was imagining them, rather than actually hearing them. It made him forget the taste on his tongue.
He swallowed and dropped his hand to the side.
Would he have enough time?
>Skaré pulled his cloak over his shoulder, resting his
>arm against the hilt of his sword before stepping up
>beside the warlord, speaking in a low voice. “He’s
>right. I can taste it,” he murmured, glancing briefly
>up at Phir’s face. “I don’t know if you can, Lord, but
>it’s on the air. It’s acrid, like electricity…like a
>current. It’s coming from there.” He drew his sword
>easily, twisting it over in his palm before pointing
>in a northerly direction. The little, crippled troll
>laughed delightedly in his clumsy way, dropping to lie
>on his side and peddle his legs.
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