Killing the Weakness
The dragon rot comes in range, reaching a decrepit hand and claws towards maverick. maverick winds back and explodes into a swing, smashing the dragon's rotten jaw with a deafening crack. it falls back onto its rear.
Yökävely [WIP]
No wait, there were a few, but they were so decrepit it was a mystery how they hadn't fallen over already. one in the sparse row looked as if a car ran into it at one point. huh.
The Wolf-King
In the weeks that followed, the once lush farmland that surrounded the city turned to a decrepit swamp. eventually parts of the city began to sink into the gluttonous mud.
A Chance Meeting
The thin and decrepit store window gives way to a wooden rifle butt. the sound is dulled in my head by adrenaline as we leap in tandem through the abyss of broken glass.
In Which we Learn of our Subjects
Upon the height of the day willard was seated at the crest of a rolling hill in a sea of green, secluded and untouched by development, though jagged ridges of grey stood out like decrepit teeth from the far reaches of his horizon, the city was seemingly growing
The Graveyard Stuffing
**and** the space to shove it too, a wavering neigh echoing off decrepit gravestones and crumbling walls as he finally, surely, hopefully gets close.
To Serve the Queen 1
Her husband, old and decrepit from the magical influence and the warping effects of the zone of silence, sits in his wheelchair, fingers laced together, and his body shaking. but the look on his eyes shows off his serious intent.
New Home (Kreet 4)
Finally, they turned off the road, onto a small path and into some woods where ka'plo's cabin stood decrepit but serviceable. "i wish i had breasts," kreet said, climbing down from ka'plo's shoulders.
Meet Me in the Breakroom (Patreon)
All of the apartments out this far were decrepit and abandoned, not even the homeless would squat among their broken brick facades.
Bloodstained II
He sifted through the torn pages of an old and decrepit manuscript found inside a very recent homicide victim's home. his brow furrowed as he read through what seemed like a list of undesirable people the victim had been in contact with.
The Story of Alhaven
Why such a crime must fall to this retired place, this decrepit temple of craft and brine. drip. drip. drip. a shudder, a twitch. a movement now, not from wind or from ware. a little jitter of life.
Place Your Bets - By Nathan Iverson
On a particular decrepit and tarnished street, high above the ground in a single studio apartment, sat a young, extremely undernourished man on an old dirty mattress covered in stains limited only by the imagination.