Die Welt des goldenen Mondes - Kapitel 13: Ein kleiner Ritt
Reiga lief in sekunden rot an und auch kiba wurde unter seinem fell rot. nachdem sie kurz gelacht hatte, wollte rika fragen: „du hast ein echt guten rhythmus reiga. wie war es..."
Dragon... shy? 4
Fluttershy wurde tief rot im gesicht und versteckte ihr gesicht wieder halb hinter ihrer mähne.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 39
They'd rot away together in each other's arms... _no!!!_ banno growled. that was a stupid outcome, no more than a miserable failure. if the world was still going to end, then what was the point?
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 23
23 - sprawling, the scent of wet, half rotted leaves ripe in her nostrils. she twisted around just in time to see them collide with each other, two hulking shapes in the dark, biting and clawing and tearing, snarling like beasts.
The Game Has Changed - Prologue
He turned to his right and approached the marketplace, which was run-down with rotted pine wood and faded auburn paint.
Hoffung und trauer
Dieser wurde rot unter seine fell und sah wieder zur trafen.
Strength of a New Guardian
My cabin is starting to rot. your wood has always been of such high quality... so, it shouldn't be rotting away like this, at least not for a couple of years. my rosacanum's are wilting, too.
Blips - Bittersweet Reunion
They looked rotten, rotting, or altogether inedible.
Just A Taste (Hazbin Hotel G/t Soft Vore)
Even then, it was far too late; the serpent soon found himself in the humid cavern, breath rancid with the scent of death and rotting meat.
Darkened Skies: Chapter 6: Threading the Needle
She stared into the monster's unhinged, rotted mouth, stabbing into it with her gleaming blade.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Sixty Eight
And any second now, three would rot. or the first one would rot, and the others would remain. he wasn't sure which, but he was fascinated to find out. as soon as one piece of fruit began to wither, he was sure he had his answer. and then he wasn't.
None So Vile 01: The Common Dead
Alabaster felt them through the soil – rotting corpses buried in the cold ground, the essence of their souls leaking away like wine from a punctured barrel. such a waste.