The Asassin's Dark Tales-Chapter VI: Snake in a Crate
He must smell death through the thicket of his crew's stench. good, soon the cold hand of sithis is due to fall upon him._ _i have found a suitable crate to steal into.
I'm Alien or a Time-Traveller... or something. (One)
The stench of young sweat is overpowering as he towers above me. under the sweat there is a strong hormonal scent emanating from his crotch. "give me the ball." he says slowly. then as if he had forgotten, he adds "freak."
A Change Of Heart CH1
His nose wiggled as the pungent stink of his own musk filled his nostrils, but he did his best to ignore his stench. his clothes were drenched in his own sweat, as he heard all the other guys change and head to clean them.
Jumbe and Sala Chapter 6 Paradise Lost
He certainly looked good enough to eat, but that stench was unbearable. jumbe exhaled hard before turning around. there had to be some kind of game animal around here, something a bit more appealing than the warthog.
3:18 The Hand Of God
It's not like the stench was a direct cause, more like an aftereffect. the end result of a life of luxury which had been built off the exploitation of others. however, he held no regrets for being where he was.
Chapter Five
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - as my surroundings blurred back into being, a bitter stench filled my nostrils. smelling salts.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 22)
With her superior hearing, she was able to safely overhear what went on inside without risk of being sniffed out (any animal's nose would be distracted by the stench of mildew). for a second, she thought desmond was in danger.
Stalker
The stench of rotting flesh and the iron smell of blood. inside, a decapitated man was lying across a silk bed, clutching an american 12 gauge in his stone cold hands, unbloodied from its last act.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book III Chapter 18
A horrendous stench of blood and rot invaded his nostrils, the smell was so strong, empowered by the images and taste of ripped flesh, it was nauseating.
An Exert from the Crimson Veil
Aliyah's sharp ears perked up, and she smelled something more than the stench of the city's poor district. she smelled trouble. at one time she would have felt the thrill of excitement, but now it was only trepidation.
Unknown Side
The stench of burnt food wavered in the air, tempting rex as he sniffed the burning scales from where he was standing. littlefoot tried to walk, but the fire had did damage not only to his scales, but to some of his muscle.
I Had To Hope
The stench of filthy laundry, my blankets mildewing from the damp that had crawled through my shattered glass window, the ragged, fringed duct tape of no aid. she was screaming at him as usual, my mother was.