Golden Girl of Wagstaff- Chapter 4

“not with this stench, everyone would smell me coming from half a mile away" being covered in both sweat and blood was surely an experience i wasn't eager to repeat anytime soon.

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Scales and Honor Chapter 29: Shady Dealings

Asterion looked around and scrunched up his muzzle at the horrid stench of mortal filth. "well _that_ wasn't the exciting part. but going somewhere i haven't? helping someone in need?

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Happily Ever After

One became accustomed to the stench after some time. her paper-thin eyelids fluttered closed as delicately as a moth's wings settling together after a long, wearying flight.

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Foxes of Suburbia

Amid the scent of stenches and a scented candle that went out, the fox sniffed hungrily into the nearly dark room.

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Oueti Tale Of The Forged Part 3

My stench? don't make me laugh, i could smell your lab stench even before i walked in this room!", she says angrily.

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The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book X Chapter 55

Excluding those two here, now the upper city is filled with that crap, i could feel their stench clinging to me with each step i took.

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D-Day

- i stifled the stench of blood, sweat and animal waste with a dirty handkerchief pinched around my nose. breathing through one's mouth was not much better in hindsight.

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The Nightly Feed

The stench roiling from her flanks hits me like a sack of rocks as it chokes the air inside the hut. she is bigger than baba or i, like a great plains-cat, all covered in spots.

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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.

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Old Home, Part 2

Then, it was gone almost without his recollection--the most vivid thing in his mind; a horrendous yelp as he'd squeezed the trigger again and again--and the stench of canine fear.

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ROI - Chapter 3: The Wolf

His brows furrowed under the helmet as he had never forgotten the stench of cooked meat and human ash.

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