[center][h3][color=goldenrod]Marcus[/color][/h3]
[i]Location - City Streets
Mentions - [@EchoicChamber][/i][/center]

Marcus had been with his acute sense of smell for 27 years now. He had learned to ignore smells that were pretty common in cities. The smell of piss in the alley ways or the scent of rotting garbage on the streets didn't make him recoil in disgust anymore. Marcus had learned to block out smells like that and just dull them out at most. While he like to be able to smell Alekis' pancakes in the morning when ever he would cook for Marcus he was glad he was no longer affected by the scent of a man's sweaty balls. Rotting flesh was the one thing that still got to him. Here in the city he rarely smelled something like that. There was the occasional dead animal in the street, but Marcus was quick to ignore that. While he had traveled the world in his early years he had smelled a rotten corpse, a dead body by a creek. It had been the worst scent he had ever witnessed and wished he would never have to go through that ever again. 

Rotting flesh. That's what Marcus was currently smelling. It smelled like it had been rotting over years now, the slow process of decay seemed to have been prolonged for so many years that it was almost a sweet scent. Marcus almost threw up on a passing lady wearing a white dress. He covered his nose with his hand and began to look around the busy streets but nothing stood out. The smell had been so sudden and-- gone. It was gone now. 

"I know this city is filled with strange people but it's just gone now." Marcus said to himself as he began to walk towards the initial source of the smell. The only times he had witness something like that was when his sister, Aurora. Had first summoned an undead person to find her boots. He had to beg her to not do it again unless he was warned about the smell before she summoned something like that again. He was even better off with the sulfuric smell of demons. 

The source of the smell took him to the edge of the city. The area didn't have any shops, most were old warehouses or lower income housing. A few people were in the street and many seemed to be going on about their day as if something rotten just hadn't been passing by. Then again, not many werewolves inhibited the city. He was the only one he k we so far. 

"Now, where would a decaying fleshy rotten thing would hang out?" Marcus said as he began looking around the old worn down streets under the blazing sun.