General

A monster is a monster because they have no empathy and without it the only kind of joy accessible to them are sick thrills of power. So if you can learn how to detect that stink, the stink of emotional indifference, you will find them.

General

The monster smelled of engine grease. The monster smelled of caviar. The monster smelled of the homeless shelter. The monster smelled of new car and lavender. Forget the smell. Forget the sight. For the evidence of whom they are will be there for the careful eye. Either they are a creature of the love-nexus or the money-nexus. Either they are motivated by love or greed. One will be dominant over the other. Be willing to see that, to smell that, and you will find out who stinks.

General

The monster smelled of roses and wine, of grass and blue skies, for if you think a monster is going to have a different aroma from their prey, you are fooling yourself.

General

The monster smelled of cologne and mouthwash. He wore a high end suit. He was clean shaven and knew how to rock a pocket square. Whatever did you expect?