Description
SVA | Icarus
As you journey forth, you're relieved to be spared any further visual trickery. But that doesn't mean there isn't more in store for you. You are suddenly overwhelmed by the stink of putrid flesh and offal. Though wolves are typically not bothered by such odors, your stomach turns and threatens to empty itself. Luckily, you spy a crack in the stone wall through which moonlight and fresh air pours in. You expect a reprieve from the stink, but are instead met with the sensation of fresh blood running across the top of your muzzle. You are quick to pull your nose back in only to find that your snout is impeccably clean and the putrid odor is gone.
Deeper into the caves, where things seem to continue to make less and less scent, it is a smell that bothers Icarus this time - more so than the last two things. Finding a break in cave, looking up, seeing the moon above, there is no relief, instead - a drop of blood. At least, for a moment. Then it returns to nothing.
More things, Icarus isnt sure if real or a dream. Nothing seems quite to make sense anymore