At one time it was a universal forest: thick, dark, and dank.
She smiled, put back her hand and brushed the dank hair from his moist brow.
Her dress had been rich; it was now torn and damp, and clung in dank folds to her limbs.
They lay in the dank and chilly dawn as though death had reaped the field.
It was dank and still, dim and solemn within such a forest cavern.