I smell you.
I don’t.
I draw the hint of you over my tingling nose.
The scent of you rich but brief.
You smell of Rise and sparkling dew.
I smell you guiding me, drawing me on,
Drawing me in.
You flicker in my stomach.
Your cheek putting spice in the air.
You are silent but I feel your chucks.
You were here a heartbeat ago.
You could be anywhere now.
—Thick First Eyes Rise
The acrid taste of night-walks,
The scent of bond-mates sleeping around me,
The smell of Rise on the way,
My night-walks taste of pine,
Pine tastes like loss.
—Plump Runt Rise
The cool night’s air caresses my skin,
Senses tingling, shall I let you in?
Warm musk shining, breathing it in
The cool winds whispering “let me in”.
As the darkness softly slides,
Blocking your view
Your nose begins to adjust to this brand new hue
Slowly and cautiously your senses creeping out
As the pale glow lifts, they hear you scream and shout
As you shine and twinkle in the dark sky,
Leaves are rustling as you pass by
Skin is prickling I don’t ask why.
Frost cracks under pressure,
Crisp leaves snap, there’s a change in the weather
Blanket of white now softens your view
All the impurities hidden from you
—Sinewy First Eyes Rise
He goes behind,
He comes back,
My scent begs me to taste it,
He gets close,
Suddenly it fills me up,
The smell,
On his muzzle, on his breath,
Lust.
—Fecund Rise
Turned earth and rich provision,
Sap oozing from fresh shores,
Tree dust in the air, settling on dusty dogs,
Hot piss and hot ears,
Saliva dripping from mouths, speckling the ground and air,
The dust of my Service, I’ll never forget,
The tiniest scent in the air and I’m all the way back,
Back in those tunnels, back with my pack,
Not the Heat or the gorging,
But turned earth and rich provision,
Sap oozing from fresh shores.
—Profound Runt Set
Fresh dew scent twinkling,
Life stirring, adding leaf-spice
Pack all around, warm body-comfort,
Soil holding us safe
—Anon Rise
Air cooling, flowers quietening,
Set-blossom shimmering
Sun resting, Soil sighing,
Pack drifting into deep-sleep
—Anon Set
My warmth raising yours, you unsheathe and shiver
The smell of your Service, your day, your purpose
The musky, delicious scent of my cunt seeking you,
The thrust, the bite, the pant, the turn, the release,
Your smell changes,
We have one scent together, creating scent that will create life.
I feel you exit. You do not let any of the precious nectar drip or fall.
You let me clean you, I taste your seed and mine.
—Cheeky Set
Age. Sturdiness. Must. Comfort-unit. Cleanliness. Freshly swept Soil. Dry. Shed hairs of litter mates. Sweetness of milk. Iron-rich provision. Regurgitated love. Heat. Moisture. Deep. Earthy. Grasses from above on adult coats. First Den.
—Kindly Runt Set
Tiny crunchy bird: needless indulgence that becomes survival with isolation.
—Contained Set
Rise run, inhaling one’s own breath,
Tingling tongue, scent of wet grass,
Moist open-air pulsating with sheer power.
—Upright First Eyes Rise
Musk of upturned earth is World’s breath,
Sensing earthy censer to herald your death.
Presence of mourners from afar on the breeze,
Promise of prey and sweet-scented berries.
Sniffling snouts not just for perception,
Bitter grief-scent as we pause for reflection.
Your ghost now haunts our den and my nose,
Olfactory apparition that stalks the shadows.
Each shed hair lingering, from your side torn,
Pricks my nose and cuts sharp as a thorn.
Tang of saliva still stuck like dew,
I can still smell the landscape of you.
Your favourite spot by the tree is bare,
Though absent, you still fill the air,
Waft of your waters rises from roots,
Capillary connection to scent of your fruits.
Your soil in Soil and breath in the bark,
Legacy left without leaving a mark.
—Long Rise
Rain on acid-scented hydrangea,
Cold bamboo and wet slate.
Bitter, sweet, scentless, salty, hot, sour.
Straw warmed by morning sunshine.
Earthy, calm. The scent of Dry.
—Silent Rise
I taste you
You aren’t far
The wind
Hot
Panicked
The other
Closer
Trapped
The tearing
Wet, crushing
I taste you
—Determined Runt Set
Sweet hint in the air when plants stir before Spring
– Scurry Set
A nostalgia of fresh disturbed grass drifting on a warm summer breeze
– Playful First Eyes Set
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Pack runs, smelling the forest,
I run smelling nothing.
My bond-mate remarks on a scent I cannot detect.
I expound on its beauty and savour.
World and Soil fill every nose but mine.
—Fair Rise
Soil and time. Old hormones trapped and tired. Scent trapped in hairs of places you’ve never been rolled into one, then cached away until never needed or forgotten. Biding time.
—Scurry Rise
Puff, flump, seeping
Sweet-copper filled with pain.
Oxygen hissing whips past ears,
Hot sulphur odour so strong it stains,
Clasped eyelids to stop the burn.
—Playful First Eyes Set
Blood dries on the grass
From my kill, copper lingers
I smell colour in it,
Sun bright upon the remembered hill
Under the stank wood of crows,
Earth deep in old wings and
Rain and rain and rain
Riding the air ~
Webs work to the sky
Beneath my own familiar scent of paw
A delight to my lazy half nose
Now wood boils in Dry’s
Morning squall;
Bitter flowers, a suck of moss, orbiting
Calls of territory marked,
Things I cannot fathom but sense,
Like trace scent as I close and wait;
A million parts and I consider them all,
Rush of strength and a good day ahead.
—Snuffly Rise
Over the last 100,000 itu (intergalactic time units), sapient species that have evolved as the only sapient species on their planet have had problems integrating into the intergalactic community (e.g. the Zenken genocide). These integration issues are increased by provenance religions, which are more commonly established in single sapient species planets. Where they have successfully integrated, it has taken significantly longer to achieve (e.g. 500itu for successful Daizu integration). In an attempt to prevent the loss of future species and their cultures, researchers aimed to stimulate integration in pre-intergalactic civilisations.
The team found 6 similar Nitrogen-Oxygen Atmosphere (NOA) planets with single sapient species (with global culture – 4 with provenance religion backgrounds). Populations were then split evenly and relocated across the planets. Planets and species are being observed to assess how this method of integration impacts species’ ability to later integrate.
This is an early experiment that, we think, will inform the development of a protocol. This study focuses on NOA planets and corporeal, sapient species but there is scope to extend this to MG, AF and S planets if this pilot study is successful. Plant and fungus based sapient species were excluded in this iteration of the experiment as a control.
For an in-depth break down of methods see the original paper published in the Fabric. This overview is for the ease of comprehension by the lay-reader.
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