Re: Selene/Open
The further Selene went, the stronger the smell became -- and all too soon it was joined by noises. Footsteps, followed by the sound of something scraping along the ground. The steps were disjointed, as though whoever was making them was limping, and an especially keen ear could discern the sound of heavy breathing muffled by a mask. The sounds and the smell of dead flesh were headed in the opposite direction of her, though not in the same rabbit-quick hurry of prey escaping a predator. The being seemed to merely wander aimlessly, given no cause or reason to do so otherwise.