06-30-2017, 09:51 PM
Smell; this is the one that will always give her away.
However, most of them do not utilize this sense and choose to use their eyes and their ears, or the gifts that bubble up from their blood and take over their brains.
Femur languishes between the shadows and the trees; she likes it here, it soothes her dark little heart. Something about tangles of roots and bones that make her watch a beetle walk all over them, indifferent to the highways it travels and she wants a bit of that indifference to be her own. She snatches the beetle up in her teeth and with a snap of her mouth, she gobbles it up. Femur still relies on grass to sate her hunger, but sometimes she tries other things - like spiders and moths, cobwebs and dew. None of them make her darker or sweeter, and some of them taste like nothing and others, like gross squishy things that she should never have put between her teeth.
Her own sense of smell is not heightened but it works and she uses her nostrils for things other than breathing - like catching the scent of a wolf on the wind that blows through the trees. She remains invisible as she sniffs the wolf out because it does not smell like the pack she has seen running parallel to her in the forest. A lone wolf? New to the woods? The pack won’t take kindly to that, she muses, still grinning to herself as she walks back down the path - all fangs and footprints, the only things that she allows to be visible. Instead there is an iridescent stallion that barks out a command to reveal herself and she laughs aloud, unable to help herself. “Maybe if you ask nicely…” she says back in a singsong tone.
Just then, his eyes combust into blue-white flame that spirals up from the sockets and she is entranced enough by the sight of the strange fire to flicker back into solid unquestionable existence. “All you had to do was say please,” she says with a pout as he takes a menacing step forward that brings him that much closer to her because she refuses to back up and show any fear.
However, most of them do not utilize this sense and choose to use their eyes and their ears, or the gifts that bubble up from their blood and take over their brains.
Femur languishes between the shadows and the trees; she likes it here, it soothes her dark little heart. Something about tangles of roots and bones that make her watch a beetle walk all over them, indifferent to the highways it travels and she wants a bit of that indifference to be her own. She snatches the beetle up in her teeth and with a snap of her mouth, she gobbles it up. Femur still relies on grass to sate her hunger, but sometimes she tries other things - like spiders and moths, cobwebs and dew. None of them make her darker or sweeter, and some of them taste like nothing and others, like gross squishy things that she should never have put between her teeth.
Her own sense of smell is not heightened but it works and she uses her nostrils for things other than breathing - like catching the scent of a wolf on the wind that blows through the trees. She remains invisible as she sniffs the wolf out because it does not smell like the pack she has seen running parallel to her in the forest. A lone wolf? New to the woods? The pack won’t take kindly to that, she muses, still grinning to herself as she walks back down the path - all fangs and footprints, the only things that she allows to be visible. Instead there is an iridescent stallion that barks out a command to reveal herself and she laughs aloud, unable to help herself. “Maybe if you ask nicely…” she says back in a singsong tone.
Just then, his eyes combust into blue-white flame that spirals up from the sockets and she is entranced enough by the sight of the strange fire to flicker back into solid unquestionable existence. “All you had to do was say please,” she says with a pout as he takes a menacing step forward that brings him that much closer to her because she refuses to back up and show any fear.
ooc: ah i love him! sorry for the long wait on the reply. <333