Canopy pt. 1/3
She prospected the area for anything of his: a weapon, torn clothing.... a limb. but there wasn't anything. the only blood here was dark red, and kilrathi blood was fluorescent orange.
Morning Comes...
His torn clothes are still where it was thrown last night. the wet patch, the supposed 'seed of life' that overfilled his butthole, has dried. and there is a small drop of blood, yami's blood, beside the bed on top of the carpet.
Into the Darkness: Chapter Four
#4 of into the darkness i buried him later that night, and though i looked around, the only thing i could find of his family i could find was torn cloth, and blood.
When All is Said and Done - Prologue
After what seemed like forever to her, though it was actually only five minutes, she came across a piece of torn cloth. reaching a hand forward to pull on it, her ear twitched as a tearing sound invaded her hearing. "shit!"
Outbreak - Feral Lizard TFs
In another nearby doorway, a person fell forwards, moaning and snarling as their body changed and twisted, torn clothing clinging to them as they swiftly metamorphosed into a giant reptile similar to the one that had sprang out moments ago.
Wereskunks in the Woods
The strange pack of creatures had moved on entirely, the only trace of their passing being stains in the torn clothing and a lingering scent in the glade that seemed pleasant despite the chemical nature of it.
Digital Visitor - Renamon TF
His thigh muscles bulked up, adding further pressure to his already torn clothing, splits forming in the sides.
Confidence Boost - Lion TF
Lance noticed what appeared to be torn clothing hanging onto the lion's body, a thick trail of brown fur running from his mane down to his crotch, and a japanese kanji tattoo on his right shoulder. "wh-wh-wh-wh-what are you?" he gulped.
Dreams Do Come True (Preview Version)
He would have to explain to that poor cashier how a 600-pound minotaur ended up in his bathroom, leaving torn clothes and a spray of rank bovine semen to be cleaned up. he was not looking forward to that. oh well.
Fighting for Faith; Before.
A gasp came out, as the human of torn clothing stood and gripped the blade, angry at the sight, though it was not of his people. he knew he had violated the order of his people, but right now, the order could be damned.
Pandemic-Day 49 1:15 AM 1/10/2023-Ricky
Abbie hit the light switch to reveal a man who was almost dangerously skinny dressed in worn out, torn clothes and with a small, light weight vest with empty magazines it it's pouches.
The Right House
Her blood had soaked into her torn clothing and fur. "ugh, i'm a mess." harper shook his head slowly, his voice more concerned. "i know you'll heal. that's not what i was talking about." he motioned to her torn clothing and exposed body.