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[color=black]How had he ended here? At this point, not even he himself knew. He had never been in a place like this, it was contrastive and almost calming in its own placate manner; he didn't hate it, but he couldn't say he was fond of it either considering he hated everything right now. Kael was making slow progress through the dusky terrain that he was currently astray in. He was not appropriately dressed for the occasion, fancy button up, some lamaire slacks. Both crusted with almost everything he had tripped over so far. He had lost his over coat a while back, long story, didn't want to talk about it, but apparently his body did; as it sent another sharp pain up his arm. His left arm had been knocked out of place, or so Kael thought. He wasn't exactly a doctor. He had fallen from a jagged slope because he ran into a very, very hostile man. He didn't exactly land right, long story short, he fu.cked up his shoulder. But, on the bright side, he was alive and could walk properly. So who cared?
Water brimmed luminaries honed in on his Stefano Bemer's, they were terribly scuffed up, matted with dirt from the dusky paths he'd followed, shaky, yet more precise now that they had srutiny. Taking his attention away from his feet, the male lifted his cranium to peer up at the sunlight surely giving him a sunburn on his milky cheeks. It seemed to permeate straight from the firmament, and Kael found himself squinting against its brightness. Running his tongue over his chapped lips, he could feel his mind begin to churn as he swallowed down on his dry throat. He wasn't some neophyte to the needs of the human body. But he was sure they didn't exactly have water fountains out in the middle of....wherever the hell he was. He had passed a lake some ways back, but he'd risk another few hours without good water instead of having the painful death of tetanus.
Being mentally flippant in vexing situations was inherent to the scottish man. It wasn't his fault that he was stressed, concerned, dare he say frightened of what was to come of him soon enough. He winced at the stabbing, persistent pain wafting off his shoulder.
thinking was becoming a discomfort.