Contact - Part 3
Her hoof caved into the swift fox's waist, inches away from the bleeding, ugly gash on his hips. the fox curled up into the pooling blood, his blood. fangs grounded harshly with snarling lips as tears cleaned his marred cheeks.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 34
Even more blood dripped from the shredded remains of his eyebrow and filled the socket like a brackish lake.
"Daggers of Darkness, Book #4: An Unexpected Discovery", Chapter-10
It comes through from 'below'_." \*/ "that must be those fool dark bloods.
Being White - Prologue
Tailor knew when he was in over his head when he couldn't find the source of the bleeding, or a way to stop the bleeding. he knew that blood was dripping out of my ears but couldn't find where from.
Lupirin: Pain - part 3
"that's my blood." she said firmly. "you think someone else's would taste so good? do they love you like i do?" silence. "my blood loves you. my blood...wants you to live. it just isn't anybody's blood.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 187
Was it blood? no, why would blood make him feel angry? he liked blood. it was real. at least while it was still fresh, it was. a face swam out of the shadows, blurry and indistinct.
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 26
blood dripped from banno's snout with every word, and ander couldn't even tell whose blood it was anymore. there was blood everywhere, inside and out. blood of hunter and prey. of friend and foe. of family and stranger. blood of brothers.
Changeling - Ferous Oxide CH1 -Escape from the Hedge-
He could feel blood oozing down his face and filling his eyes. he clenched them tight trying to force the blood out of them, the tears helped, but the blood kept coming. why was he not dead, why couldnt this agony end?
Five Liters
"you have mouse blood streaming through your heart," aria whispered. "if that makes any difference to you." "mouse ... blood?"
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 47
He reached out across the frozen ground, dragging his bleeding, clawless fingers through pools of his own blood.
MY HUSBAND'S A BUTCHER
Erik had dried blood stained on his apron. if ... he wasn't a butcher, i'd be scared. though there's no reason to be scared. it's just his job. we can easily wash out all the blood. "want me to wash that?" "no. don't worry about it.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 160
Luke screamed and a bright red glurt of blood shot out of his mouth and splattered across his face. james prayed that all that blood belonged to banno, but even in his muddled state, he knew better.