05-15-2020, 06:14 PM
Familiarity.
That was the only word Leroy could muster which described the scent that befell his moist nose today. Familiarity. It didn't smell of food, that was for sure, nor did it resemble any plant, noxious substance, or fluid that he'd had the pleasure of smelling before. Yet, somehow he knew. He knew that there was something within this odour that coalesced with a figment of his very soul. Perchance the source was an old relic he'd lost long ago? Perhaps a friend from the past, even? Whatever it was, the General pledged to himself that he'd sniff out the entity that emanated the recognizable scent by the end of the hour.
Heart increasing in pace, he lowered his snout to the ground and set out on the path that his destination optimistically sat at the end of. The wolfhound continued along this trail, up until he caught sight of the vague outline of a being. Whoever this is, they either came across it first, or they were the bearer of the distinguishable smell all along. Whilst he encroached even further, he could feel his heart pound even faster and harder than before.
It was a stranger the mongrel had never seen before, but his conscious stated that this was a person he knew. There was a trait present in their visage that heavily reminded Leroy of himself. This person was a canine, and similar to him, they conveyed a pelt of gray, and a size that could be considered rather ample. If it weren't for the lanky ears and the marginally contrasting colour scheme, the hound would have sworn that he was staring at a younger living portrait of himself.
"Err- hello, there," he starts, somewhat hesitant to speak for an undisclosed reason. "There anythin' I can help ya with?"
That was the only word Leroy could muster which described the scent that befell his moist nose today. Familiarity. It didn't smell of food, that was for sure, nor did it resemble any plant, noxious substance, or fluid that he'd had the pleasure of smelling before. Yet, somehow he knew. He knew that there was something within this odour that coalesced with a figment of his very soul. Perchance the source was an old relic he'd lost long ago? Perhaps a friend from the past, even? Whatever it was, the General pledged to himself that he'd sniff out the entity that emanated the recognizable scent by the end of the hour.
Heart increasing in pace, he lowered his snout to the ground and set out on the path that his destination optimistically sat at the end of. The wolfhound continued along this trail, up until he caught sight of the vague outline of a being. Whoever this is, they either came across it first, or they were the bearer of the distinguishable smell all along. Whilst he encroached even further, he could feel his heart pound even faster and harder than before.
It was a stranger the mongrel had never seen before, but his conscious stated that this was a person he knew. There was a trait present in their visage that heavily reminded Leroy of himself. This person was a canine, and similar to him, they conveyed a pelt of gray, and a size that could be considered rather ample. If it weren't for the lanky ears and the marginally contrasting colour scheme, the hound would have sworn that he was staring at a younger living portrait of himself.
"Err- hello, there," he starts, somewhat hesitant to speak for an undisclosed reason. "There anythin' I can help ya with?"