May 12 2018, 05:08 PM
Albeon got compelled to return to Polaris to perhaps find anything remaining from when it got attacked by a giant crystal spider, well supposedly it was attacking although he was more and more uncertain if it ever intended to bring harm unprovoked as time went on. Pulsing his wings in a fast rhythmic pattern, hasty to where he wishes to go; maybe he could use Hindsight on The Spire or something to get a clue again. If he went any faster could as well break a sound wave with his speed if it wasn't for how he straightened upwards and swooped his wings in front his face with an echoing clap as loud as thunder to take an abrupt stop midair.
Holy hell, what in the ever loving hell is this scent here in Polaris? Smells like a subtle scent of carrion but damn what it is emanating is a terrible one. Albeon did not miss such irony on a corvid such as himself complaining about decay; he much-preferred fruit and berries anyway so maybe it is not too ironic.
Damnit, he can't concentrate on his want for using Hindsight with this smell, for some reason, it's giving him an overwhelming dread with each horrid whiff reaching his nostrils. Curiosity and trepidation have his mind wrapped around their metaphorical finger right now he needs to find and possibly rid this scent's source as it was such a pain he has much more pressing matters to deal with and he hates how this scent is enough to distract him.
Sullen he flies around to find it; still, he is no canine or feline so his 'sense of smell' is not exactly a special one. This smell was like it was everywhere, with the same level of stink, like it was air or a cloud, so he sure takes his sweet time attempting to search to no avail.
Damn, he does not have time for this.
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