The creature writhing in terminal pain no longer looked like a man.

He also saw that the man held tight to his fire lizard though the creature was twisting and writhing to escape.

Yet she held the hèsotsan so tightly that the creature writhed in her grip.

Inside it, the creature writhed, sucking on the end of its amputated tail.

The creature writhed and opened its long, narrow muzzle.

He could imagine strange creatures, huge and misshapen, writhing along the icy horizon.

Only, looking at this mutilated creature writhing gently in its web of cables, all he could feel was pity.

The naked creature writhed, pulled, snarled, and snapped one of the bolts free.

The bundle of hèsotsan lay across his chest with the creatures writhing slowly against their bonds.

A sinuous creature with fur but no apparent legs writhed its way upward.