The smell of fuel.
Boat fuel..
It pollutes my nose, in a curiously satisfying way. What's more, it comes carrying people and food. An odd vibration coming out of this one, and I recognize the passengers.. the old man and his eldest child.
Strange though, it's so very early, and already they're trailing their prey... I can't tell anything from the taste of the blood in the water. It makes no sense, when these people catch their food it doesn't bleed out as much as these fish are.
And this blood isn't fresh either. What would Ogos say?
Time to get close up, without being seen.
Lots of blood in the water.. old blood, but still sweet. Almost satisfying, it's pulling me in for more and more and more...
Oh fuck.
It seems as though I've been caught.
Ogopogo!
Help!
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