stop and smell the brimstone
07-27-2017, 07:49 AM
Okay. Well. This place smelled like shit. Ricochet wrinkled her nose up into a very noticeable grimace as she stepped out of the trees and onto the shore of the lake. She thought at first the smell must be confined to a certain place. Like, maybe she had walked past something dead and rotting and had smelled it instead of seeing it. But no. As she kept walking, her path bringing her along the edge of the lake, the wretched smell didn't go away.
And as she reluctantly leaned down and sniffed at the earth itself, she found that it was indeed the source. "Oh, hell," she said, trying not to gag. Okay, come on. She had a strong enough stomach to handle this. But she was still very confused as to why this whole place smelled, quite literally, like shit. She'd been to a volcano before and had smelled a similar kind of sulfur. But this was a lake, not a volcano. So what was going on?
Ricochet wasn't the type to sit and think too long and hard about anything, but this was quite the little conundrum. So she settled onto her haunches, mismatched eyes narrowed as she inspected the lake and the dark clay beneath her paws, trying to figure out where the sulfurous smell was coming from. |
