Why Does My Blood Smell So Strong 소설 & 이야기

was that a. "It's the blood of a fox—don't worry. I only asked for his blood, we didn't hurt him." I didn't say anything and just accepted it. I smelled the fragrance of a fox's blood. Their blood is really at different levels. It's medicinal to us, and it tastes like nectarine with blueberry—it's musky and succulent, sweet and brightly acidic, with a heady and slightly tropical, jasmine-y fragrance. It doesn't have that rusty smell at all to make it blood, so if humans drink it, they won't notice it's blood; they might even mistake it for wine.

I turned to see Vlad, smirking at me. I glared at him, then I thought better, Vlad was much older than I. “Vlad, has a human or humanlike creatures have blood that smells sweet, like really sweet. Blood usually has a savory smell, but never sweet.” “I can’t say I have, but the world is changing, maybe blood is too, or…” he paused, his eyes glinting. “This witch you spoke with, does her blood smell sweet?” “It does,” I decided to be honest, maybe he knew something.

As if transfixed, he unwraps more paper, to fill the whole carriage with the smell of blood. “Cousin!” He knows better than that, I go and hold my breath, expecting to gag at the strong smell. Until I have my first, blood is still noxious to me. I can barely stand the smell. And I expect I start to retch and feel sick any miniature. But oddly… nothing happens. Is the smell…just not that strong? I gingerly lower my hands, still apprehensive of the scent. But again, I don’t feel sick. Even when I smell the air, nothing. It doesn’t smell bad.

It was a bunch of people that looked like people and smelt like people. They must have been humans, but they had a rather strange smell. From them, emanating an unpleasant smell, they smelled like Yeg smell and human smell mixed and were so intense that it could almost make Selina's sense of smell paralyzed, unable to sense anything. But the strongest, still the smell of fresh blood, but the smell of fresh blood was not sweet at all but exuded a stench, fishy, like stinking garbage, and as disgusting as worms moving.

The smell always came first. It was not soft or slow. It wasn't like flowers or food. It came sharp. Fast. Like it had been waiting. Like it had teeth. It was thick, wet and metallic. It was the kind of smell that crawled down your throat and stayed there. It was blood. That smell was always blood. Even years later, I could feel it. Taste it. Breathe it in. And no matter how hard I tried to bury it deep, that smell would always find a way back.

There is no wind, only heat and silence broken by the occasional crackle of burning wood. The smell is unbearable. It’s the thick, coppery stench of blood mixed with the sweet, sickly odor of rotting flesh. It coats my tongue when I breathe, makes my stomach twist and threaten to revolt. Beneath my boots, the ground is soaked. Red. Sticky. And still warm. I lift my gaze to the right and feel bile rise in my throat.

"What does the result say" Philip asked, his curiosity taking over him. "Is under process, give me a minute gamma, to check the blood test" The pack doctor said, going back to continue with his test. Opening the container, the smell of blood was so thick in the air, the blood so thick and powerful, but it was only a droplets that was dropped in the container, so why was the smell of blood so heavy on the air.

As soon as we arrived, I stepped out of the car and took in the gruesome sight before me. The first thing that hit me was the smell of blood. It was so pungent that it made my eyes water and my stomach churned. It was the kind of smell that invaded your senses and refused to let go. It was the smell of death, of loss, of violence. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the earthy aroma of wet soil. It was a sickening combination that made me want to retch.

She tried to remember again and all she could remember was that someone was giving her blood to drink, whether human or animal, she didn't know. She had a very strange smell coming from her. She smells like a dog as if she had killed a dream animal with her bare hands. But the hands were clean, there was no trace of blood and not even an animal was lying dead. She went to the washroom smelling her clothes. She saw a wound on her neck. Only a mark was left. A sign that never goes away. She started rubbing herself clean but the smell was not going away, "It didn’t work. It doesn’t work," she muttered and came out of the washroom, sprayed perfume one after another. She wasted 4 bottles on herse

In spite of the house undergoing a thorough cleaning, he can still smell blood in the air which is the only proof that whatever has transpired is true and not some freakish dream of his. When the fishy smell of blood suddenly stings him in his nostrils, he feels suffocated. Oh Shit! he can never get used to this smell. He quickly rushes to the door and pulls it open. He steps into to the porch and heavily starts sucking in the fresh air for some time. After standing there for a few moments, he feels the pressure in his chest loosen bit by bit as his crazy heartbeat starts to stabilise.