The Broken Place
That starved crow lit only by pale moonlight seeks to collect all and any from these woods, and carrion like you is rare so flee yet again, pray your feet find the road, the only safe bastion in this place, that stretching tarmac, cracked and pot holed, a
Just Deserts
Like rotted carrion. like rotted carrion drenched in sea-salt and dirt. the horrible taste on her tongue. she wanted to wretch and vomit.
Blue Crimson Chapter 2
While the country side remained otherwise quiet, carrion birds had already begun to appear nearer trovis manor, for somehow they always knew when they would soon be feasting upon the corpses of the fallen and slain.
The Death of Trust
You do know that amoux will leave you out for the carrion eaters if you harm one bit of fur on my body, don't you?" tikaani's grin widened at arinaya's speech, the hatred inside her burning deep.
Jumbe and Sala Chapter 6 Paradise Lost
He was fairly sure he smelled something delicious that he and sala could munch on, then again, he wasn't sure if sala would eat carrion if that was what he found.
Fenrisúlfr
I taste rotten carrion, with maggots still dancing on my tongue, i crush them on the roof of my mouth, i swallow. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat. i eat i eat. i eat.
Ragnarok - XXII
I name thee husband of the carrion fowl! i name thee lost, and loser, and hopeless! i name thee twelfth arcana, the hanged man! i name thee martyr, name thee sacrifice! i name thee roland, sebastian, hector! i name thee mandos, gleaner of the dead!
Changes
That she would eat my insides like fresh carrion and crawl her way out between my bones. winter, i named her. she is cold, and dark and angry, like that little girl that watched her brother die.
Anthro Sex Squad Story 2 - Winfred's Story; Chapter 4
The feral ones were even said to devour prey, bones and all, eating carrion if nothing else was to be found.
Reaver - Chapter 4. Vulture.
carrion bird i spy you dancing up on high, propelled on midnight wings of death, i know you merely wait for me to die, so that you may feast on my cold hard flesh' old soldiers rhyme. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heritage of Ash Chapter 2: Foreboding
Blades and arrows lay scattered and broken amidst the bloody debacle that had already begun to attract scavengers and carrion bird, always seeming to know when and where a meal will be present.
Damo's Ride.
Something hot and wet touched his ring then, and he eyes shot open as the huge belly of the beast dropped him into a deep shadow, the forelegs hitting the rocks ten feet in front of his nose as its face breathed the hot stench of carrion into his nostrils