05-22-2020, 01:44 AM
Sniffing out and identifying a distant individual's scent is a maneuver that has saved many an ass, especially in a tribe environment where various groups bear a distinct and unique scent. Characterizing each of the group's smells wasn't an easy thing to do, since it's kind of impossible to perfectly describe the abstract. All the same, each of the tribes' stenches carried specific traits that one could identify: Tanglewood smelled of funky bog, the Typhoon was salty and tropical, the Pitt reeked of ass, and Elysium was fresh and crisp.
The odour that the general's snout picked up today wasn't any single one of the above. The smell was either an all-you-can-eat buffet of everything, or something completely different - Leroy couldn't decipher which it was. It's existence piqued the hound's interest, however, and he set out to track it down.
The hound's short search ended at the paws of a feline whose physique was so scarred and battered, they could have been a cat-shaped punching bag and Leroy wouldn't know the difference. Unable to cough up the cheesy welcoming bullshit that he was used to greeting newcomers with, the male hesitates for a moment, before mustering, "How's it goin', tough guy? Ya lookin' for a place to stay... or somethin'?"
The odour that the general's snout picked up today wasn't any single one of the above. The smell was either an all-you-can-eat buffet of everything, or something completely different - Leroy couldn't decipher which it was. It's existence piqued the hound's interest, however, and he set out to track it down.
The hound's short search ended at the paws of a feline whose physique was so scarred and battered, they could have been a cat-shaped punching bag and Leroy wouldn't know the difference. Unable to cough up the cheesy welcoming bullshit that he was used to greeting newcomers with, the male hesitates for a moment, before mustering, "How's it goin', tough guy? Ya lookin' for a place to stay... or somethin'?"