To Correct A fault [train]
Mar 6, 2015 19:41:27 GMT -7
Post by Lady Jaz on Mar 6, 2015 19:41:27 GMT -7
Yes that is definitely Jasmine. Seeing her move into offensive, I remain positioned where I was until she had need of me. However, before I could act further, another shot rings off in the distance. Turning around, I spot a man standing in the street behind me to my left holding what looked like a shotgun. The edge of the gun – the dangerous section – is pointed at me and I realize that the man has taken aim. Immediately I am on my feet and rushing into the street closer to Jasmine.
The man reaches the edge of the street and fires again. The smell of gunpowder fills my nose as I dart around the corner, abandoning Jasmine momentarily. The gun disrupts the muggers and they all flee the scene, leaving Jasmine alone. Immediately the man stalks past Jasmine while still aiming the gun at me. Ducking around the corner, I use my nose to determine where the man is while listening to the sound of Jasmine’s voice as she explains to him that I belong to her.
Scenting the air, I scent the man’s heavy exertion of sweat. The smell is revolting, yet it tells me that he is exactly ten meters away from me. Jasmine is nine meters and is sweating also. I use my nose to track the other man whom had chased Jasmine to this point and realize that he is also nearby. Staying out of the shooter’s range head further down the street and scent the air for the man who had attacked Jasmine. Yes, I was tracking him to kill him. The man’s scent was strong suggesting that he was slightly further than ten meters away.
Moving forward, I close the distance quickly using my nose to scour the ground before reaching another junction between the buildings. The scent is pronounced now and is roughly four meters away. Saliva runs down my mouth now as I near my prey. While my nostrils work overtime, the man moves oblivious to my position. I close in and round the corner using the darkness of the alley to shield my appearance from view, only my ice blue eyes are visible should he turn.
The man is five meters away now and I dash forward, leaping onto him. My mouth aims for the throat as my teeth tear away at the man’s skin. Blood flows down my throat as his body falls to the ground. Ripping away at his flesh, I make sure the man is dead before returning back to Jasmine. By now I realize that the shooter has left the area, his scent is no longer detectable, plus I hear Jasmine calling for me. Her scent is ten meters away from me so I rush forward to see her at the edge of the street knelling down with the shield attached to her back.
30|40; Yoko – Uncanny Scent