rules of nature

Want to know what the annoying thing about dealing with robots is? The lack of a scent. Sure, there was the pungent taint of oil and grease, of combustion and fuel being used to power various types of machines and technology to aid in tracking. But each smell was its own layer, and in a city so full of people and bustling commuters, something that was....ahead of the curve, as it were, would have the advantage. 

It’s for this reason that he excuses himself for not noticing the fake man sooner. Creed had often taken pride in his keen sense of smell -- he wasn’t going to let a moment of failure like this stain his record. “Ya done sneakin’ ‘round in the shadows there, slim?” The blond’s words are let out in a growl, golden hues fixating on the figure hiding in the dark with a predatory keenness. He was large, whoever the guy was. An imposing slab of meat, gristle and bone that he was eager to sink his claws into for being disturbed like this.

@predxtism Raze got out of the car and waited for the cauffeur to unload his two bags. Carl was uncomfortable and smelled scared. Raze said thanks and picked up his bags, walking the rest of the road to Victor’s cabin, keeping his senses about him in case Vic was out and around.

Ma wanted him here for the summer again. That was okay. He liked Victor.

The last time Victor had seen Mystique, they’d parted on foul terms. Cue another turn in their ever developing relationship - part-time lovers as well as poised to kill each other, just as quickly. That had been several weeks ago by now, with Creed spending the weeks since holed up in a cabin he’d acquired from a obliging recluse. Well, they started being obliging once he’d formally introduced them to their own spleen, though that could have been the bloodloss talking.

A subtle shift in the wind caught his attention. Up until now, Creed had been sitting on the porch of the cabin, using his claws to carve a figure out of wood. When he’d caught a familiar scent, the tall brute was quick to stand, golden hues swivelling in the direction where the Darkholme boy would eventually appear. Huh. He wasn’t expecting visitors, so what was Raven’s intentions in doing this? And why send her whelp to him? He didn’t smell like any son of his. Rather...    He reeked of the runt’s stench.

Didn't he also promise to tear off some feathers after "someone" cut him in half? XD Sorry Angel!