A pair of feet moved silently through the moonlit forest. The man's senses were heightened by the supernatural powers that coursed through his veins. His footsteps were as soft as the whispers of the wind through the trees as he sought solace in the isolation of the wilderness.
As he ventured deeper into this isolated area, the scent of pine and damp earth filled his nostrils. But beneath those familiar aromas, something unusual lingered, a faint hint of coppery bitterness that sent a shiver down his spine. His supernatural smelling senses told him that this was not any ordinary scent. In fact, it was the unmistakable trace of strange blood.
"What kind of smell is this? Certainly blood, but there is something unique about this scent." Elijah mused, his yellow eyes sweeping around the place.
