[Commission] Prehistoric Podiatric Idolatry

He inched his face closer, mindful of the claws, and deeply inhaled the scent - the smell of carrion, wet dirt and crushed grass filled his nostrils. the hunter fell backwards. it was intoxicating. every time.

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Wasteland Survivor – War - ch33

I was ready to strike it myself when my vision turned white, the thing in front of me was nothing more than charred burning carrion. i knew only one thing that was that fast and anywhere near that deadly. "fox!"

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Wasteland Survivor – Aftermath - ch10

Our attention was quickly absorbed by movement at the periphery of our vision and we spun as one, eyeing the griffon that had come to investigate the carrion.

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Alchemical Encounters - Midnight Mixture

She didn't notice the vines moving over her like vultures on carrion. nor did she feel two of them slide under her robes. she barely felt something bush along the sides of her thighs and loosen her rapidly-moistening cloth thong.

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Xethrall The Conqueror

No sooner had they foolishly abandoned their defences, my archers leapt on them like a vulture on carrion. a cloud of barbs, sharp and singing their lethal song, leapt from the back ranks and fell amidst the guard.

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Song of the Summer King: Chapter 2

Only the thought of what caj would say of him falling out of ranks to chase a mudding carrion eater stopped him. he stared until the speck of raven disappeared into the bleak green of star island. there were too many reputations to guard.

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The Stonehouse Mysteries 1.6 - The Malicious Masquerade

It was like the rotting remains of some carrion left in still, dark water for far too long. the shotgun slapped wetly into the muddy grass as i battled to breathe, my eyes watering.

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No Virgins Here

It smelled of musk and carrion, both things he was keen on avoiding. in the blackness of the cave, linna was nearly invisible, but as her great green eyes fell on desmond, she smiled devilishly and her teeth gleamed.

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Biting wind

On the hunt the two come across more then a hand full of carrion, the skin is black and oily, diseased and festering. the kitten wants to take the free meat, niya stops him.

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Beyond the Meadows

She had seen some rats, a lot of carrion birds and a whole host of insect life so far, but no predators. no dogs or cats or other carnivores, and most importantly no birds.

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