Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728014124

"Foolish boy.  Always head first.  And the first to lose it..." Cerberus' guttural chuckle dies in Hound's ears as he sinks down, down to the blackness...

And his eyes open. He surfaces  in a fountain, in a town.

He is sitting in the middle of a fountain, its water splashing on him as it spurts from the center. He sits, momentarily stunned. Several people stare back, equally surprised.

Townsfolk, dressed in the clothes of the desert dwellers, clay jars upon their heads, murmur at the sight of this stranger. Several animals drink from the fountain, two of which are horses, their reins in Hound's right hand.

He looks about. Clay dwellings, Palm trees. Sand. A blazing hot sunset in a cloud-threaded sky. The chatter of a town square fills the air, mingling with the scent of spices and perfume and punctuated by rhythmic music, all forming an intoxicating blend of the exotic.

An Apophis slides up and lowers her jar, looking perturbed. Her accent is heavy as she berates him. "If you wanted water that badly, you didn't need to jump into the fountain.  I can only hope your clothes are clean.  Idiot." She begins filling her jar, eyeing him.