blood-slavering

Updated: August 4, 2026

I thought of the despairing yell of the tortured iguanodon that dreadful cry which had echoed through the woods. I thought, too, of the glimpse I had in the light of Lord John's torch of that bloated, warty, blood-slavering muzzle. Even now I was on its hunting-ground. At any instant it might spring upon me from the shadows this nameless and horrible monster.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Lost World