Plans in Motion
He thirst for more killing like one thirsts for water.
Chapter one: Alucard the Fallen ©
"i can't fight this... this thirst as they call it. not even an angel can hold back the thirst," alucard thought pulling himself off the corpse, wipes his mouth on the guy shirt. looking up at the clouds it begins to rain.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 31
The hunger, the thirst, this is what he's been craving, isn't it?
Heraclitan Bird-Songs
To wander on in aimless wingèd travels - how suffering had made its spirit fled, exiled, in crisis cries its frame unfed; exhausted still, its little will unravels - near setting sun, its world undone in red; defiled, the thirsting flame engulfs the dead
Shipwrecked
He swallowed his own saliva, hoping to briefly sate the powerful thirst he still had. his aches had eased, and his burns felt soothed, but he knew he still needed water and needed it fast.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty Four
He dropped his muzzle down to slurp up the water and quench his own thirst. now that the initial, adrenaline fueled joy of their reunion had passed, the needs of the dragon’s body were quickly taken over.
Pho-bably hypnotized
The sparkling sensation and the alcohol quickly getting to his head didn't make the pressing thirst disappear and he growled in irritation. what was he supposed to do?
Vaporeon Rush
He knew he should have been worried about his fur shedding and revealing blue underneath, as his skin was definitely 'not' blue underneath his fur, and a light blue especially, but he had to solve this issue about his extreme thirst first.
Introduction: Abandoned
The thoughts faded, the warmth gone; the thirst for revenge subsided. the storm raged on; carrying souls of it's prisoners in the howling winds. the sky cried, leaving the land flooded with sadness.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book II Chapter 19
They didn't care, quenching the gnawing thirst was far more important than worrying about such little discomfort.
Far From Home: Prologue
Her body stretching and bending, her garments ripping in a few places, until where once stood a little girl, now stood a small werewolf pup, a feral quadruped ever thirsting as the creature that had once attacked her.
Middle of Nowhere
thirst would interrupt the eating part though, and that was what the shake was for.