LoS Remanent Shadow Ch2
Loud burst of explosions rang from the targets and the smell of still-burning ash, kicked-up dirt, and the foul stench of rotting poison spiraled around the room.
Remember......
Men losing foot and hand to trench rot, beening torn apart in no man's land. being more lice then man was more then you could stand.
Filth.
Below this old and rotting bridge was a river, a river that flowed freely and was yet to be touched by our filthy paws. its colour crystal blue, shimmering in the essence of the moonlight that beamed down upon it.
Apartment. 615 b: Chapter 1
"oh, uh, not that long... just... assessing the umm... so i guess i'll be going, my door's always open, mainly because the door rotted and can't be shut anymore."
Falling for a lioness 2 Revenge of the fallen part 17
As ruby finally rip the rot of the tree, she rolled around into she bump into a set of paws.
Warm Up - 11 | Dying of the Light
Over the dry plains where plant life dared not grow were legions of men, animals, and sotinomes who laid there, still and rotting.
Fireside
Now don't go on thinking i've gone soft with love or some rot like that," he laughed and shook his head, "hell maybe i have." he sighed, turning back, and went to his seat, sitting down just as before, "but i don't know yet.
Growth
Your clothing fell away, rotting in fast-time. naked now, you sat still, committing one last crime of indecency. your face, your face!
The Wailing Moors
"it smells like rotting flesh." the two of them look up and sees a figure hobbling up to them slowly, carrion birds flying overhead. they begin growling and barking, the figure gets closer. "it's a wolf?"
Dragon Song (In Dragon Tongue)
- rok yah tir enook govoldeim, voth rot ful voheim, dovah mein heim wah krif dovahkiin zeim. - nu faal dovahkiin tey, lost nid zos wah niil rahdey, geh vognun rok drey wah fos mu wahl un beyl!
The Tale of Teàrlach Part 7 SFW
The members of the crowd that had thrown who had thrown rotting food at the fox began to show up at his bed to apologize. a few of them even shared stories of their own losses.
2 Voice
Sit lacking self-worth feet dangling limp in reverie at ridge of mountain tall idle wondering not yet abridged imagining what it's like to fall you thought that you'd be wrought full and full of holes and glue you hoped that you'd just rot