No Secrets, Remember
As Delama watches the last guards discard of the rouges dead bodies, a shiver run through his bones. Trailing from the tips of his toes to the end of his hair, he feels each foreign spark shoot multiples times through his body like a racing track. Though completely shaken and slightly weirded out, Delama agreed that the shiver was not the ominous kind, thankfully, but one of great happiness and joy for it was accompanied by the most pungent and fascinating smell he had ever smelt. His shoulders sag in relief as he basked in pleasure of his muscles relaxing. The scent was heavenly in Delama's eyes and he couldn't help but take in even more of its addicting presence.