Changes
The thick rancid scent of charring flesh and death that accompanied the blanket of flesh that incubated me after i was bitten. my scar throbbed, the flesh jagged white not far above the sharp edge of the blade.
Et tu, Brutus?
The rancid piss hose trained on me began to stop, and the small pond of piss i was floating in was quickly sucked into the ground around me.
New Generation of Heroes: Chapter 8 - "Beats in the Darkness"
He peeled of his rancid socks and let his feet feel the open air, the short, damp fur tingling and growing cool like his sweaty shirt. with a sigh, he fell onto his back and stared into the open sky. blue was all he could see.
Wrong Side Of Town
The piss i could understand, but the vomit lingers, it's so rancid, that my eyes water every time i walk to my own apartment. that's the other thing. dealerships, what a fucking rip off. they want three times as much for a car then its worth.
They call it the present
It's breath was rancid and yet sweet in a way, like bile that had been mixed with cheap fruit liquor. "oh yes, i was know all over this world, for my voice, my looks, my...conquests as they were."
Shocking Experience
Upon smacking hir lips, shi discovered just how rancid hir morning breath tasted. it was anchovies, dipped in limburger cheese, and left to sit in 7 month old crusty gym socks.
Team Vile Rising
The stench hits you, it smells like the bottle's full of rancid semen an' sweat.
Ardring - Chapter 6
It disgusted him, felt rancid... reminded him of death. he shut out that sensation, trying to focus on the thoughts that he just remembered about the farm. the farm. he could barely picture it now.
Monthly Hunt
With the werewolf bent over me, i can smell his rancid breath casting bony fingers in the humid night air. but i don't think i mind it so much from a wolf of his stature, speed, and girth. and i'm talking, like,_girth_.
Interview with a Lone Traveller
I didn't want fired because a rancid cave fox made me uncomfortable. he rubbed his eyes a bit, focusing on the table as we began. "so. welcome to backtalk, the radio segment that's not just making history, but getting its opinion.
Mr. Snack
The dragon rumbled, rancid warm air cascading over fareed, smelling of acid and death.
Heavy Sleeper
Once he had forced his tail a good way down fyrre's throat, the sleeping dragon instinctively swallowed and cleared his neck of that rancid midnight meal and danor drew his tail back