Galactic Conflict - Chapter Four
One wolf stood shocked in the hangar, his senses dulled by the stench. his eyes were wide, staring blankly over the carnage.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 86
The stench wafting off his putrefying wounds grew stronger as he came closer, so strong, in fact, that ander could smell it even through the blood coating his own nostrils.
Tall Tails
Leaving babs out of breath, panting and lying in the saturated stench of her skunk friend's leftovers. "stinky...but...effective."
The Outlander 1 10
Inside was dark and there was a chill along with the stench of vermin. what the fox found next was a massacre.
New encounters
Do you know how long it will take to get the stench out of my fur?" "i'm sorry." he whimpered. "i just wanted to play." "well..." i withdrew. "maybe it was a little funny." he instantly cheered up and pulled me into a hug.
Matt the rescuer
The stench he smelled near the food was still there. he put his shirt on his nose and inhaled. it wasn't his clothes. nor the food or the wolf. there was a gas leak. matt ran to the kitchen as fast as his little legs allowed him.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 8
He was always so soft and warm and always smelled of earth and autumn leaves, but now there was only this scorching, hot wet stickiness and the overwhelming stench of blood.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 99
He was always so soft and warm and always smelled of earth and autumn leaves, but now there was only this scorching, hot wet stickiness and the overwhelming stench of blood.
Murder at the Speed of Life, part 2
Icutthrough the tough _dura mater_ with the tip of a knife,whena thick, oily stench escaped the pack with an audible hiss. soon the kitchen was filled with an overpowering stench of magnolia blooms soaked in cod liver oil.
Good Life
The smell was just as enjoyable to dexter as the food, and there would be days when he wouldn't shower just to get some extra whiffs of his stronger stench.
The Legend of Spyro: Path of Delusions Book II Chapter 19
Momentarily the repulsive fresh stench of insides being ripped apart hung in the air, a stench he was unfortunately very familiar with.
Tears in a Vial
#6 of poetry and scribblings the still moving mechanical arm, with the blood covered razorblade, the remaining tools, the stench of the work bench, only hint towards the cries of agony and pain, that echoed through the metal halls, now weakly, an organic