08-10-2019, 08:26 AM
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The fact that there were human settlements without any sign of humans unnerved him. He had no problem sleeping in houses, but he sort of felt out of place. Didn't they as well? Actually, the thing that grabbed his attention most fully was the stench that Vathmos carried about her. He would literally fall over and die the next time he saw her. Of course, he wasn't a supernatural figure anymore -- he still had yet to discover what restrictions lay for him as a mortal.
It was relatively easy for Machiavelli to locate Vathmos' sleeping quarters on account of the smell. He hesitated at the door, wondering if he should turn back and look for a piece of prey to bring as a gift. No, he shouldn't need to. He wouldn't waste any more time. "Vathmos? It's me, Mac." The Anatolian shepherd called out, settling down on his haunches as he waited, mentally preparing himself for the assault on his nose.
It was relatively easy for Machiavelli to locate Vathmos' sleeping quarters on account of the smell. He hesitated at the door, wondering if he should turn back and look for a piece of prey to bring as a gift. No, he shouldn't need to. He wouldn't waste any more time. "Vathmos? It's me, Mac." The Anatolian shepherd called out, settling down on his haunches as he waited, mentally preparing himself for the assault on his nose.