Caesar's Palace Prompts:

-Challenge: Build a Bear Challenge (Scent/Sound) ((Rotting flesh/Screams))

-Vivid: Cannibal

-Vivid: Rotting

-Vivid: Flesh


Scent and Sound

A brown tabby tom padded through the forest, crunching the fallen leaves beneath his paws. A blissful smile lay upon his face as he made his way through the calming forest, relishing the crispy leaf-fall air. He moved with to direction to go, simply walking to walk and enjoy himself.

Soon he came upon an old tree, it's branches bare, and it's bark crumbling. The tree was dead, and had been for many years. Still, at it's base there was a small hole, hidden by the ferns that grew in front of it. Smiling the tom made his way over to the hole, pushing the ferns away from the entrance as he sat inside. It was dark and calming, like a night in the middle of winter. Soon he had allowed his leaf green eyes to fall shut, relaxing inside his little haven.

Then he smelt it.

His nose scrunched at the smell, causing him to narrow his eyes in disgust. Forcing himself to stand, he exited his "den" attempting to pinpoint the source of the scent. The frigid wind brought another whiff of the scent to his nose. He gagged as the wave almost suffocated him.

He started to follow the scent trail, attempting to find what was making the forest smell so disgusting. As he moved the scent got worse, making it harder for him to breathe. It smelled as if something were rotting, and everything reeked of death. He pushed his way through the thick undergrowth, determined to find the source of the scent. Finally, when he though the scent would suffocate him completely, he stumbled into a clearing.

The smell was over powering, but that wasn't what caught his attention first. The clearing was surrounded by birch trees, and they were all laced in blood. The sticky red substance was everywhere, strewn across the damp forest floor and splattered on the few leaves that remained on the trees. His green eyes widened in shock, lighting up with fear. Then his gaze fell into the center of the clearing.

There was what appeared to be a cat lying on the leafy ground, though it was hard to tell. Their flesh had been ripped to shreds and bloody clumps of fur lay around them, sticking to their corpse. Their flesh was strewn every where, chunks laying in random areas around the clearing. The scent was coming from this body, and it smelled of rotting flesh and death.

The tom tore his eyes away from the sight before him, unable to look any longer. His stomach churned within him, and he struggled to remain standing. His head was swimming, and e was only able to form one thought.

I need to get out of here!

That's when he heard the rustling. It was quiet, barely louder than a mouse's squeak. Still, in the silence of the leaf-fall forest, the rustle was as loud as thunder. The tom slowly turned around, shaking slightly with fear. His eyes widened at what he saw.

There was another cat in the clearing, one he hadn't seen. It appeared to be a she-cat, though he couldn't be sure. Her pelt was black as night, and her head was dipped downwards. He gazed in horror as he watched the cat. Slowly, she dipped her head down into the other cat's rotting body. The brown tabby tom couldn't see what she was doing until she lifted her head.

A stringy chunk up rotten flesh hung from her sharp front teeth and sticky red blood dripped down her chin. The tom looked on in absolute terror. She's eating another cat! She's a cannibal! A scream bubbled in his throat, but only a shocked croak came out. Then he realized his mistake.

The she-cat instantly turned her head to face the tom, her blood red eyes meeting his. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Then, she was gone. The tom whirled his head to try and find her, the scent of fear floating off of him like a wave. Twitching his ears, he picked up a slight rustle. He swiveled his head around just in time to see those pristine white claws come straight for his throat.

His screams of agony pierced through the quiet forest.


07/02/2016