OS | Shudder
River discovers his Pulse
You sit content with Scent and your void. With Scent. Your void became Scent.
You sit content with Scent - you call it scent now, as your void was once Void.
You sit content until-
A Shuddering-
Just like the last time you recoil, trying to hide your scent while hiding in it. Will history - you consider the word, horrified by its newness - repeat itself?
A Shuddering-
Will you lose your scent to this- ‘Something’, and learn it, as you did with ‘Scent’?
A Pause
Rhythm comes to mind, as it shakes you - another new thing.
Shudder-
You’re torn between retreating or embracing it.
Pause
No... you have no choice.
Shudder-
Things were set from the moment you noticed it.
Pause
More quickly this time, you learn it, determined to make the thing known.
A Pulse
Your Pulse.
Pause
It comforts you, and feels like... life?
Pulse
Tentatively, warily, you accept this thing. For, though it's new, you know it is yours.