Fugitive's Trust Chapter 4 Part 1 of 2
His lip was very swollen. her distaste for his appearance must have been visible because he said, "i'll get cleaned up in a bit and remind blade about that salve he mentioned."
Dark Roads and High Winds
The effort of lifting his now swollen and heavy head seemed too much for him. reaching out in the darkness, johnathan felt about until he found the trunk of a sappling.
Of Diets and Defiance [2/2]
Darting their eyes to the source of the sound, his parents gawked at the site of the grossly swollen boulders of flesh jutting out from the pups' bodies. mouths agape, they stared around the room in disbelief.
Hell for Horses
As it looked at me with swollen bloodshot eyes i could feel its hatred. i approached the corral talking softly and making soothing noises, but the horse backed away from me until its rump was against the far side of the corral.
The Royal Treatment
They patted and rubbed the buck all over, making sure to adequately dry every square inch of flabby, swollen body - no small undertaking, as there was a lot of area to attend to.
Life of the Plate
His stomach bulged noticeably, swollen with food and gurgling faintly. his dead milkmen shirt pressed against his flesh, riding the slope down to his beltline.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 143
Her words tumbled from between her swollen lips in a slurred, drunken mush. his blood was already starting to seep through her dress. it was hot. hotter than the burning tree. hotter even than her own blood, steadily trickling down her back.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 127
The way mother painted old wolven symbols on their swollen bellies with the blood of a pregnant doe, muttering her prayers. the way she'd tilt their heads up, supporting them by the neck to give them their medicine. sometimes that was enough.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 14
She kept her head down, but she couldn't hide her swollen eye or the cut on her forehead or her puffy cheeks. it was a _sin_. a horrible, grievous _sin_. she had such a pretty little face.
I'm Alien or a Time-Traveller... or something. (One)
Brett aims a fist at my head but i stop him "your coach might forgive you for my bloody nose and swollen eye but my sprint trainer wont."
Chapter 3: Football Star
Edward's face was bruised, and one of his eyes had swollen shut. his glasses were shattered and couldn't be fixed. he coughed as he tried to get air back in his lungs, and he spit up blood now and again.
Belden's Beginning
He blinked, desperate to see, and in the blinding white he could see a soft, pink dot amidst swollen flesh and fur. he bit it; he didn't care what it was.