Journal 18

As I pondered the multitude of eyes beaming at me from the magnificent creature, I could not help but notice the faint smell of blood. The smell of ferrous and pain came from the beast.  It is difficult to understand the smell of pain.  It is a recognition that an unfortunate soul makes once they have witnessed much pain.  It is the smell of fear and courage, of defeat and glory. I think the scent is from pheromones released by the body. That would make sense.  The body chose to alert others that this creature is injured, risky, but potentially good.  I wonder as to why this reaction was evolved. Yes, it helps friendly creatures identify that they need to help, but it could alert enemies to the weakness.  As I was pondering this, the creature stepped from behind the shadows.  Bloodied, but largely able to function.  It seemed that it had just won a fight that was well matched.  This animal would survive, but I assumed the worst for the other.  The beast, still ripe with adrenaline from its fight growled menacingly.  As I had mentioned, this creature had a multitude of eyes, all of which were focused on me.  They, it, the beast, glared at me.  It had just finished battle and was ready to start again. Obviously, in a choice of fight or flight, this creature chose fight.  I had to admire the nobility of it.  Courage is a difficult trait to develop and should be admired.  But was this courage of stupidity? I knew what I was capable of, and knew I would lose in this conflict.  However, it did not know what I had or what I was capable of.  I pondered the evolution this creature, and I must have been inactive enough in my thought because the animal growled and left.  I was not worth its time. I never saw the creature again in my life. I wish I knew the origin of the creature.