the smell of acid on his gun of paint

Ashera didn't really mind being called a beast, occasionally. It had a wonderful sense of poetry and power, and she wouldn't deny her habit of memorizing others' scents and step patterns, much as stalkers in the wildwood might.

When she looked at Minoth, this strange man from time long past (or so he said, and the combination of Agnian Blade traits with his apparent age seemed evidence enough to make him not completely a liar), she saw a fellow beast.

He smelled like perfume (unexpected, to say the least), but also a bit like blood, and a bit like death.