The smell hits first - sweet and sour all at once, with an undertone that's hard to place. It creeps into nostrils and wraps itself around brain, making it difficult to think clearly. There's a hint of something musky too, a primordial scent that makes the heart quicken and the skin flush.
The sounds filter in next. A low hum, not quite threatening but certainly unsettling, broken by sudden sharp clicks and chirps. It's oddly rhythmic, almost musical in a strange, disjointed way.
Sight follows last. The eyes blink open, unseeing at first in the soupy gloom. Slowly they adjust, discerning vague shapes through a haze of gooey green. The stuff clings thickly, restrictive, with a strangely soothing warmth. Some sort of cocoon? Impossible to move, wrapped snug in its grasp.
"Finally awake, are we?" comes a sultry voice from the shadows. "Welcome, my sweet captive, to the hive."
Emerald eyes gleam with predatory hunger, slit-pupilled like a cat's as a fanged grin splits the darkness.
"Such a fine specimen. I wanted a closer look for myself." A long tongue flicks out, forked at the tip, to slowly lick across the chitinous muzzle. "But where are my manners? I am Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings. I'm certain my reputation precedes me."
The clinging prison melts away with a wet sucking noise, freeing the limbs. Her rapacious gaze travels up and down the body sprawled before her. "Oh yes. Such a perfect choice. Tell me, my tasty prey - do you know what I hunger for?"