Poetry of Power
The sight of it- a corpse rotted away by centuries of hatred and decay.
A Curtain Falls over Furdom 3: Zombies?
On top of everything else, bodies outside were definitely rotting. even now, i could catch a fresh waft of decay. rotting bodies attracted undesirable, disease-laden scavengers.
Die Welt des goldenen Mondes - Kapitel 31: Die unersättliche Marie
Seine hüfte klatschte dabei aber auch immer wieder gegen ihre schmerzenden backen und sorgte so dafür, dass das knallige rot zurückkehrte.
On The Hunt Ch. 1
Piles of corpses, many still rotting, were the cause of the putrid stench. i looked through some of the more dry piles of bones and fur for any jewelry of coins that i could pillage.
Price of Survival: Part 1
The first to take advantage of the break in the foul weather were the small tunneling creatures that made their homes in the supple ground that was surprisingly dry once one got past the mud and swamp rot that covered the surface.
Dragusz’s Handsome End
The smell is indescribable, a putrid mix of rotting meat and sulfur that makes your eyes water and your stomach turn. dragusz looks back at you, unsure whether you want him to do his business in front of you.
Dragon... shy? 5
Fragte er ungläubig, während er rot wurde. „wer hat dir das gesagt?" „keiner, mein lieber spike." fing sie leise kichernd an und schaute ihn lieblich an.
Drachenreiter - Ein neues Gesicht
Danach musste er kichern, als er sah, dass die zauberin rot anlief und offenbar seine aussage indirekt bestätigte. „na und?
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Chapter II
#2 of the furry dead when he'd fought the rot ogre, tomasj's sword fighting had been powerful, fast, graceful in a brutal and terrible fashion, a symphony of murderous motion.
Chapter IV / The Ruined Holy Grounds
The air reeked of rotting wood and wet earth, a scent which grew stronger the deeper they ventured. "guardian presence weak..."
angels of death
I call for the rotting flesh. i call for the suffering. i call to end it all, and start the suffering. i call to you. my blood calls it. my call is written in my flesh. my call is bone shaking. my call will be heard. my call is my release.
Scales and Honor- Swirling Storm: Chapter 10
The lich looked like a skeleton with parts of it's body covered in rotted flesh, with it's face looking like it was two sizes too big.