Next Part..,
Prompt: She only vaguely registered her father slamming the door, bolting it shut, before the utter darknes of unconciousness consumed her.
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Darkness. All consuming darkness. Devoid of all visual sensation. A slight tingling courses along the outer extermities, as all the hairs along neck, legs, arms, spine, and body rise up almost as if alive in their own right. From the smallest of them to the longest of them, they reach out as the sensations of touch and feeling slowly awaken. Almost akin to feline whiskers, they deliver strange messages to the mind's inner eye. Gently at first then more quickly, the sense of touch heightens with an extended awareness.
Wet. Sticky. Dampness. Some of the hair is matted down, stuck to the skin by a sticky, wet, dampness. Cool breeze teasing the ends of the hairs on the body. A few along the upper, outside of the body are lifted by the soft air current.
Smell kicks in, tickling the sinuses and causing an explosive exhale. It is salty, yet sweet and cloying. There is an iron tang to it, and a heaviness in the air very nearby.
Blood.
There was so much blood. The salty, iron smell of it hung thick in the air like some invisible mist. The scent of it left a slight taste on the tongue, as if it filled the mouth, nose, and lungs. Its heady aroma nearly suffocating with its thick, slightly sweet, and tangy flavor that spoke of new death.
Death.
Yes this was the blood of death not life. life's blood had a much different scent about it. A scent that spoke of new life, heavy woth promise and possibilities. Mother's Blood. Yes Mother's Blood is the blood of Life. Blood in a festering wound had a sickly smell to it. It spoke of a wound gone bad, foul, infected, full of pain and sadness. Hunter's Blood had a diffeent scent then any other. It spoke of life mixed with death, promise of food and full bellies. But not, this scent spoke of the passing of life, of struggle, pain, hurt.., fear.
Yes, even fear. Blood scent carries more then simple messages of life or death. The messages it carries are as numerous as the stars. A well trained sense of smell is capable of picking up the most subtle messages.
Fear. Mind killing fear surfaces from the other potent, overlaying scents. This fear-smell itself overlaps the scent of prey-blood. Prey-blood is sweeter, with a heady aroma that triggers hunger when one's stomach is empty. It speaks of life renewed, as one life ends so that another may live. It is very different from predator's blood, unless one is a scavenger. Creatures that feed on death and the dead only seem to scent Death's Blood. The longer some creatures lay un-living, rotting, moldering, often attacts different sorts of scavengers. The dirty beasts.
Fear, death's blood, too much blood, and darkness..., slowly other scents sift through. Others are nearby. The sound of their movement amoung the trees is muffled and yet stil very distinct.
The eyes open and take in the surroundings.
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Darkness. All consuming darkness. Devoid of all visual sensation. A slight tingling courses along the outer extermities, as all the hairs along neck, legs, arms, spine, and body rise up almost as if alive in their own right. From the smallest of them to the longest of them, they reach out as the sensations of touch and feeling slowly awaken. Almost akin to feline whiskers, they deliver strange messages to the mind's inner eye. Gently at first then more quickly, the sense of touch heightens with an extended awareness.
Wet. Sticky. Dampness. Some of the hair is matted down, stuck to the skin by a sticky, wet, dampness. Cool breeze teasing the ends of the hairs on the body. A few along the upper, outside of the body are lifted by the soft air current.
Smell kicks in, tickling the sinuses and causing an explosive exhale. It is salty, yet sweet and cloying. There is an iron tang to it, and a heaviness in the air very nearby.
Blood.
There was so much blood. The salty, iron smell of it hung thick in the air like some invisible mist. The scent of it left a slight taste on the tongue, as if it filled the mouth, nose, and lungs. Its heady aroma nearly suffocating with its thick, slightly sweet, and tangy flavor that spoke of new death.
Death.
Yes this was the blood of death not life. life's blood had a much different scent about it. A scent that spoke of new life, heavy woth promise and possibilities. Mother's Blood. Yes Mother's Blood is the blood of Life. Blood in a festering wound had a sickly smell to it. It spoke of a wound gone bad, foul, infected, full of pain and sadness. Hunter's Blood had a diffeent scent then any other. It spoke of life mixed with death, promise of food and full bellies. But not, this scent spoke of the passing of life, of struggle, pain, hurt.., fear.
Yes, even fear. Blood scent carries more then simple messages of life or death. The messages it carries are as numerous as the stars. A well trained sense of smell is capable of picking up the most subtle messages.
Fear. Mind killing fear surfaces from the other potent, overlaying scents. This fear-smell itself overlaps the scent of prey-blood. Prey-blood is sweeter, with a heady aroma that triggers hunger when one's stomach is empty. It speaks of life renewed, as one life ends so that another may live. It is very different from predator's blood, unless one is a scavenger. Creatures that feed on death and the dead only seem to scent Death's Blood. The longer some creatures lay un-living, rotting, moldering, often attacts different sorts of scavengers. The dirty beasts.
Fear, death's blood, too much blood, and darkness..., slowly other scents sift through. Others are nearby. The sound of their movement amoung the trees is muffled and yet stil very distinct.
The eyes open and take in the surroundings.