Intruder to a Dream (Ch. 13)
offal disposed of and blood magicked away by kalokin, it was late enough in the day that they could justify piling into the back of the suv to go to sleep. and yet... when night fell, kalokin felt his tail twinge with discomfort.
The Lead Crown, Chapter 3-6: Thaddius
He looked immediately to the serving girl, "has this sack of offal wronged you, my lady?"
American Mustelid Alpha - Episode 7, "I Was Taught These Guys Got Feelings" - Part 1
"i reckon he's talking about offal..." he shrugs. "with your eating speed, you likely got this in the bag..." "'bout what now?"
The Wurm King
Auren learned that the kobolds used most if not all parts of the rat from hide and bone to the offal they couldn't eat.
Forgotten Promise: Chapter 1, Isis
She noticed that the girl was not moving to clean the offal off and sighed. "hurry up." "i can't wash myself in the sea water! it's almost as dirty as the sewage that's in the pipes down there."
Poetry Collection #1
A hunt, visceral, offal spilled and then eaten, her grinning muzzle aglisten with a winking to sweeten, her savage side present, forthcoming and willing, then a tender nuzzle, a kiss and i'm smeared from the killing.
Dreams - How now brown cow
The nude man began spraying him some more commanding him to spread his legs so the water could clean the urine and offal off of him. turning the water off the nude man re-hung the hose. picking up the clothes he tossed them into a trash bin.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 31
It was the stench of the offal pit in the summer, with clouds of flies buzzing around the decapitated heads of deer, their empty eye sockets boiling with maggots. it was the smell of death, and it was coming from her parents. "m-mother? father...?"
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 31
It was the stench of the offal pit in the summer, with clouds of flies buzzing around the decapitated heads of deer, their empty eye sockets boiling with maggots. it was the smell of death, and it was coming from her parents. "m- mother? father...?"
Chapter 24: Then the morning comes...
Perhaps it was the smell; the sweetly sick stench of burnt flesh combined with the acid reek of spilt offal. perhaps the sounds; screaming, agony...
Chapter Two: Passion
Aritseru growled and gave hana a quick jabbing thrust, making her yelp in pleasure, "damn the roji, i'll see those offal when i damn well feel like it, what else?"
Paradise City
Get offal or other scraps from a butcher first thing tomorrow." the wizard suggested. "you may keep whatever's left, for your troubles... but i trust i need not warn you _not_to skimp on his meal." she indeed did not.