Skunk Oc Novels & Stories

His fingers tightened on his trousers, a pent-up rage pulsing within him. “Since that day…” He took a deep breath, trying to push away the sickening memory. “My body rejects the scent of omega pheromones.” My alpha instincts perceive them as a threat. I can't stand them anymore." He finally raised his head, meeting his mother's worried gaze.

“Those are your uncles.” “Still skunks,” he insists. “You can’t save me, Omario. They will sniff me out eventually.” Unfortunately, I am being hunted by skilled hunters, who happen to have very good sense of smell. “No, they won’t,” he says and sprays some sort of odourless perfume on me. “What’s that?” “It’s a scent they can’t smell.” “I have never heard of it. Does it really work?” “We will find out soon enough. Here they come,”he says and place his hand over my mouth.

Xena had never heard of it, as she was completely ignorant about traditional medicine. "Your investigation will be much easier than if our sect did it. I'll give you a lead. Snakefruit has a unique scent. Anyone who's been near it will carry that smell for three days. So you have just over a day left. I hope this helps," Olly said.

Three hours later, we reach the edge of the old Howlers Pack territory. It's exactly as I remember from the reports. Desolate. Overgrown. Frozen in time. My father kept it sealed. No new residents. No rebuilding. Not until we know the truth. We park. Start setting up camp. That's when I catch it. A scent. Wrong. Out of place. Rogue. I freeze. Open the mind-link. Colt. We're not alone. I smell it too. How many? I focus. Count the distinct scents on the wind.

Maybe that will do it. It’s the only thing I can think of to try. Carefully, I pull the lid off, and the stench of skunk fills my lungs. I cringe and pull away. Trying to hold my breath, I wave the skunk scent in his face, and Jorin jerks away, swinging his arm. I manage to avoid him so the skunk odor doesn’t spill on either of us. “Jorin!” I try to take advantage of the situation while he’s sort of with me, but I go ahead and put the lid on the bottle. “Come on! We’ve got to get out of here!”

"This forest is large. Too large. I wonder why the government hasn't done anything about it." "Before I was expelled, I was meant to have been the one to spray them with skunk's fart. They must have found someone else for the job." "Skunk's fart?" Francis repeated with wide eyes. "Yes. It'll make them easier for wolves like me to track. The smell can stay in the atmosphere for up to two weeks after the carrier has passed a particular location." "If the school wanted to get rid of them then what's the point?" All of a sudden, Francis swerved the steering wheel to the right to avoid a tree that had popped out of nowhere and the car instantly obeyed him.

I straighten out the bills, hoping like hell I don't get pulled over because damn these things stink to high heaven. "You'll be back in three weeks, right? I know I'm a little late." "Right," I answer him. "Will your friend still be here?" I point to the gorgeous guy who still hasn't told me his name. "Unless he finds someplace better. Anyway, I gotta go make a drop. Catch you two on the flipside." I watch as Skunk grabs a bag and heads out the door, shaking my head. "If he ever gets, caught, pot consumption in the Bowling Green/Warren County area will be the lowest it's ever been, and I do believe one day he'll get caught."

Everyone looked at him confused but Kimi who seemed to know exactly what he was talking about. "Skunks?" I questioned. "Well, yeah, you just get sprayed, and your scent is covered. We always use it when we are hunting and it is windy. We don't want the prey to smell us, and when you have to fight against the wind blowing your scent toward them, you find a skunk. Believe me, it is easier than you think and get sprayed. It masks your scent. Sure, you stink, but there is no way to know you were a wolf. Are you telling me Kaya never told you about scent covering?" I just shook my head.

“Oh, come on. You must remember. It was the one that smelled like cat p—” “Oh, I know,” I remembered and cut him off before he had the chance to finish. He leaned closer, keeping his voice low. “Well, get this. There is a substance that can mask a person’s scent. I smelled the same thing down at the station when I was going through the confiscated items room. Our elders banned it years ago. You can’t find anything like it anywhere around here, but they allegedly still use it in the southern packs.” Aaron was always hanging around in the seized items room. He found it interesting, and now his curiosity appears to have paid off.

he said while forming a ball with his hands and chuckling. "I apologize, but I don't have any further visual aids to provide," Lennox stated. "Unless you would like me to get dirty and tear my clothes. As the young man noted, the odor was extremely unpleasant. Skye, would you be able to explain how you were able to attain that result?" Skye gazed upon them. "I used to rub rotten vegetable peels on my skin, mostly potato peels and any peeled vegetable intended for cooking. Occasionally, I also used entrails from poultry and fish."