<div class="floatleft">(http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/9168/calypsahumanhead.jpg)</div>Calypsa stirred in her sleep. The smell of blood invaded her nostrils - not the sweet smell of a fresh kill, but the putrid smell of infected, maggot-ridden wounds. She tried to force the foulness of it out of her nose, which woke her from her rest. She sniffed the air again, annoyed at being disturbed, trying to decide if it was just a dream.  Frowning when she realized it wasn't, she stretched and yawned, making ready to get up. She listened intently to all the sounds of the forest, her eyes focusing on the many small noises in the dense vegetation. These ears were not as adept at listening, but she made do despite the handicap. A mouse skittered across her foot, which she gave no attention to.<em>Too small.</em><br/><br/>Calypsa was hungry, and needed to find a meal - a rabbit or a small deer. At the thought of the hunt, her eyes, which were normally a darker solid amber, became more yellow and feral. She relished the chase, and her stomach growled at the thought of fresh meat. The putrid smell of old blood was interfering though, so a meal might have to wait until she found the source.