healing after the haunting

Tamlin he sows in blood He woke soaking wet and miserable. A splitting headache greeted him, along with a sore body and a mouth dry as sand.   Wait. This was eerily familiar.   Tamlin sat up on his haunches with a grunt. For a moment he had thought that he was back where he started, back on that first day in this hellish place. But he was pretty sure about what had happened the day before was real and not a bad trip. Although dark spirits intent on living inside of you seemed rather unlikely to be true, especially now; in the middle of the day. But his throat and lungs hurt immensely, his neck was rigid like he’d never experienced before and his body was covered in bites and cuts – there was no way to explain away his memories.   He sighed deeply, blowing air out of his nostrils. No, wait! I was not air, it was BLACK SMOKE! Tamlin almost launched his whole body into the air in his panic. His ears pinned against his crest and his tangled mane and tail whipped about him like rope ends as he rolled his eyes and started backing away from the black smoke. He even neighed with fright and tried to kick at the ghostly vapor with his front legs. Almost instantly he had pinned himself against the bamboo wall behind him. There he slid back down on his haunches and kicked at the smoke some more before he gave up.   There he sat, against the wall of the labyrinth, hyperventilating with eyes round with fear. Slowly he began to realize that he actually could breathe and that with every breath more and more smoke was released into the air around him. The smoke of course dissolved like the white vapor around his muzzle in winter.   What the fuck is this now?!

@Melita maybe? :D