Charmander and Friend 2
Wolfson holding his nose as he went closer,...and the smell got worse and worse..like decaying cheese and meat, "sniif sniff' mm yewuuk!! the baby char needed a diaper changing.
Chatline Chapter 1: The Never-Ending Nightmare
The woman's skin continued to decay, spreading through her shoulders and down her arms. she slowly raised her hand; it slowly decayed like the rest her body, her thin bony fingers reaching for his face. david stood there, paralyzed with fear.
We Can't Stop
At the same time, jacob exploded with a spray of white jizz that splattered onto the decaying flesh with thick globules oozing down the surface of the creature's face. instantly, pickles choked out a laugh. "no! not brains! semen!"
Lykos - Lone Wolf pt. 2
It was difficult, but they eventually found the trail of a man who reeked of decay leading farther on through the woods, leading them in a curving path that eventually led them to the road that cut through the woods, where they stopped.
Brocklefield Station
The rails, warped by rust and decay, were barely visible amidst the clusters of thin, straggling weeds and old litter that had long since shrivelled into lumps of shapeless black rot.
Wendigo Preservation
decay. \>it's grown from a wisp to a constant quality of the air. \>she's close. \>thought there's no other sign, you know it. it's a feeling of dread that compounds the hunger and cold.
Species Sheet: Luffies
Bio: limaxis amor's ancestors were closely to earth's sea pig, consuming decayed matter that fell to sea floor in apok's oceans.
Truffle Trouble
The presence of that moisture meant decay and decay meant mushrooms. "fuck yeah, the harvest is going to be great..." ivan said, continuing to stomp his way in deeper. eagen's face shifted a little.
Immortal, Season 2 - Chapter 22 - Immortal
Hissing the smoke began to take the shape of thousands of dead and decaying solders. all the greatest warriors from across time rising to serve the master of hell. "raise my minions, give me your strength!" he ordered and they wisped around him arm.
Poem #80: Ghost
#81 of poetry this poem is as much about fear and hope as much as it is about loss and decay. hoping you'll find something within yourself within this poem. enjoy.
Emperor's Shadow: Chapter 8
Even with his lesser nose, he could identify the sickly-sweet scent of death and decay, not informing those around him of what exactly it entailed.
Guardian Without Direction Chapter 1: Setting the course.
He smiled and looked trough the window in direction of the decaying sun. the reflecting light was making him looking more regal than he ever did in my eyes.