The Wanderer: The Creation V2.0
The eerie smell of iron and rot filled the halls, and rooms with its heavy stain. if these walls could talk, they would speak of unspeakable horrors and bone-chilling monstrosities that had roamed these halls.
Kovu and Mipa: Serpent's Bounty
She assumed she would have to remake all of her traps already out in the jungle, those existing surely having broken or rotted by now.
Normally, he would just ride past.
Rubble swirled around, assembling and reconstituting long rotted segments, "i prefer temporal weaver, but that is what most of your kind refer to me as."
The Carnival
His right eye was rotted out. loose skin flapped from around his jaw, exposing rotted flesh beneath. "times almost up!" the bear shouted in glee to the incoming crowd.
Commission- Femme Fatals
Hollow and raspy, as though spoken from a rotting throat, surrounded by a chorus of the damned, she spoke and the tiger's maw moved. "tell the woman, my friend.
thoughts under a sea of blossoms
Plumb trees blooming bright on a warm spring day the yearly dance of the finches begin singing sweet and beautiful as they suck the sweet nectar and knock the pink blooms to the ground where they lay on mortal dirt waiting to rot
angels of death
I call for the rotting flesh. i call for the suffering. i call to end it all, and start the suffering. i call to you. my blood calls it. my call is written in my flesh. my call is bone shaking. my call will be heard. my call is my release.
A whisper in my mind Motel.
The lobby smells of mold and rotting food. the light over head flickers endlessly, driving me mad as i continue to ring the bell, ding, ding, ding. dark crimson replaces silver, and the light goes out, still the bell rings.
angels of death
I call for the rotting flesh. i call for the suffering. i call to end it all, and start the suffering. i call to you. my blood calls it. my call is written in my flesh. my call is bone shaking. my call will be heard. my call is my release.
Die Augen starr...
Bald bricht er los, er mich herein, die augen durch traenennaechte rot, zerbricht, zerschlaegt uns're welt, mein sein.
i am wyrm (first draft, 10/15/11)
Heavens, the death of the world, i am apocalypse incarnate, i am the rage that gnaws at your mind, the thoughts you cannot quell, the blood you can not wash, i am the taint in your very soul, ever pushing you darker into my embrace, i pervert your flesh, rot
The Lead Crown: Ch 7b, Fallen Idols (Pt 1)
Despite its lack of 'spiritual nature', it still brought him some degree of comfort knowing that it wasn't rotting in some pile somewhere.