Or rather, it smells like a whole host of terrible things--death, certainly, but also something bitter and sharp that lingers in the back of the throat, like accumulated curses and worse.
When he prods at it, it slaps at the belt, like a cat slapping at an unwanted hand.
Re: MY ROOM
Or rather, it smells like a whole host of terrible things--death, certainly, but also something bitter and sharp that lingers in the back of the throat, like accumulated curses and worse.
When he prods at it, it slaps at the belt, like a cat slapping at an unwanted hand.