uncleanly-looking

Updated: June 22, 2025

Wrapped up in his ragged, long, untidy, uncleanly-looking, brown-black cloak just his gray-sided, black fiend's face poking out he seemed warm enough. When he lifted one paw to scratch, one saw that the murderous, scraping, long claws of him were nearly white; and as he set his lips in a devilish grin, his fangs glistened white in the moonlight, too.

F. St. Mars - The Way of the Wild