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There is eloquence in screaming.
and the crash of the thunder, and the booming of the mighty billows came through the damp oblivion even louder than before.
The yells and yammering, croaking, jibbering and jabbering; howls, growls and curses; shrieking and skriking, that followed were beyond description.
He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.
He wanted to roar like a lion on a cement floor. And bellow like a polar bear with yellow fur worn down to pink skin against the tiles of an enclosure in a zoo. The disgust must come. Let it drip down the walls. Scorch the ceiling black with hatred. Liberate rage.
The nation was awakened by that deafening shot.
The detonation was deafening, the blast a bruised gout of flame that drove back the airborne sand and the wind carrying it, and flung the attackers and their mounts like a god's hand, backward onto the road and off the sides.
No beast was as noisy as man.
Cuddles screamed. It wasn't a braying noise, it was an ear-slapping shriek of pure donkey outrage, like someone got hold of a foghorn and tried to strangle it.
Here the narrator bursts into explosion after explosion of thunderous horse-laughter, repeating that nub from time to time through his gaspings and shriekings and suffocatings.
One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.
And then the roar. That roar. The roar of the end of all hope.
Anger had arrived and it was riding a big furious don't-fuck-with-me horse.
thunder booms to the
They howled again, and Loghain raise his voice even further. 'Your prince is not here! But when he returns to us, we shall hand to him his stolen throne! Here at the River Dane is where the Dragon Age begins, my friends! Today they will hear us roar!
He blew his mind out in a caaaar.
The tiger's roar filled the cave with thunder. Mother Wolf shook herself clear of the cubs and sprang forward, her eyes, like two green moons in the darkness, facing the blazing eyes of Shere Khan.
But the ground rumbled with a growing, urgent thunder.
Vlad made a sound too harsh to be a growl. "You won't be satisfied until you've brought me to my knees, is that it?"
"Why not?" It shot out of me with all the recklessness of my still-broken heart. "You brought me to mine.
Faraway a leopard barked that high, dissatisfied deep roar it cuts off so sharply, as if its annoyance is too great to express, can only be appeased.
Barbarians!' he roared. 'Filthy barbarians!
She flew at him like a wild boar, all fury and animal instinct.
Wave of sound swept over the ring as every man in the convocation shouted together.
howling alternately
Their prayer was rage.
I love it when he whispers. But, this time, he doesn't whisper. He roars.
Thrash her, thrash her! Why have you stopped? shouted voices in the crowd.
He heard a sound that only a magnificent old bell could produce, a sound that seemed to roar forth with all the latent power of a distant world.
He was yelling pretty urgently. There's different pitches of yell and he was screaming.
She screamed a word.
The sound was loud and soft at the same time, like the sound upon which other sound was built. You didn't hear the horses until you listened for them; and then they were very loud.
The thunder of false modesty was deafening.
The roar behind him was louder than anything he had ever heard in his life; a monstrous fist punched him in the back, knocking all the wind out of him even before he landed, sprawled on his belly on the wall top, barely holding on to his staff as it swung over the edge.
A single scream erupted from the crowd. It was a sort of experimental sound, trying to decide if now, finally, fear was the correct response.
Who understood
Whatever has been said, sighed, sung,
Howled, miau-d, barked, brayed, belled, yelled, cried, crowed ...
An injured lion still wants to roar.
And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din, And fast from every village round the horse came spurring in.
I came, I saw, I blew chunks.
His voice became louder as he
I was not the lion, but it fell to me to give the lion's roar.
A truck shot past in a whine of spray.
The yells and yammering, croaking, gibbering and jabbering, howls and growls and curses, shrieking and shrinking that followed were beyond description. Several hundred wildcats and wolves being roasted slowly alive together would not have compared with it.
Then he lifted up his hands and cried in a loud voice ringing above the din: The Eagles are coming! And many voices answered crying: The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!
Heart thumped from
Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou, I chanted,
After he had lain still there about an hour he heard a low and seemingly very distant sound, but singularly grand and impressive, unlike anything he had ever heard, gradually swelling and increasing as if it would have a universal and memorable ending, a sullen rush and roar.
He was met by a collective shriek as the brides parted like biblical waves around him.
The air was full of sound, a defenning and confusing conflict of noises (...)
Power doesn't always roar ... The art of exerting power is an art used in doses - the more hidden it is the more effective.
Elske screamed, too. But when Elske screamed, it was the war cry of the Volkaric that came out of her mouth, a howling like the voice of a wolf. The cry wound around the narrow streets as if they were in the wild and merciless northlands.
With a savage grin, he let out an inhuman roar of bloodlust and threw himself into an unholy orgy of blood, fangs, claws, and death.
And we screamed. We screamed our war cry, our shout of slaughter, our joy of being men in battle who are driven by terror.
Desire blazed, passion raged.
Eli screamed, and the sound made Victor feel good.
She could hear the rattle of hooves on stone evolve into a thunder of pursuit.
WHAT? YOU AGAIN?' he shouted in capital letters.
You have put me in here a cub, but I will come out roaring like a lion, and I will make all hell howl!
And there was so much noise. A symphony of grinding, a chorus of popping, an aria of exploding, and finally, the sad clapping of hard metal cutting into soft trees.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
It was so loud and so deep, it wasn't really sound at all, just something that turned the air hard and then hit you with it.
The beast lunged forward and grabbed up two townsfolk in its gaping maw. It munched down on them, extinguishing their screams in an instant. Blood oozed past its teeth and down its chin as it swallowed.
The roar of an angry crowd is one of the most terrifying sounds in the world.
Was when Beverly screamed, a high-pitched sound in the stillness. The vaulted dome overhead picked it up, and the echoes were like the laughter of banshees,
You could hear us?" Christiana asked with horror.
"I'm sure the whole house can hear you," she said dryly. "He roars like a lion, and you squeal like a stuck pig.
Screamed like a manic cheerleader heaping encouragement on her high school's punt returner as he breaks through the first wall of blocks.
A motorcyclist rode down the empty street, arms and legs rounded in an O, and came back up with the sound of thunder; his face displayed seriousness of a child who attributes the utmost importance to his howls
It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild and menacing.
Roark stood before them as each man stands in the innocence of his own mind. But Roark stood like that before a hostile crowd - and they knew suddenly that no hatred was possible to him.
There was never anything like it before in history. It was a different kind of joyous, happy screaming.
Well, I am going to exercise my prerogative of roaring and show you how fares nobility. Watch me.
She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward.
elephant's trumpeting
A ruler's anger is equivalent to a lion's roar.
Over the field rang his clear voice calling: 'Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world's ending!
Growled. Like a pissed-off wolf. No, like a whiny dog, I told myself firmly. One of those little yappy ones. Wolves kicked ass and Hunter didn't. He was a giant, fake asshole.
came bounding towards her, startling
The screech of tyres, an almighty bang and a car exploded through the playground wall like a high-velocity bullet through a watermelon.
The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
Gasps erupted from his nostrils like grouse from a thicket, schoolboys onto a recess yard, grease spatters from frying bacon.
My temper is under control, he roared, and yep, that display surely convinced Ares.
I wanted to howl until I was nothing but sound.
The world is screaming.
It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.
Strike felt abnormally huge and hairy; a woolly mammoth attempting to blend in among capuchin monkeys.
She screamed like a thousand birds were picking at her flesh. She screamed like the palace was burning down around her.
Pandemonium reigned.
The girl was eighty percent kitten and twenty percent lioness, and he considered it his mission to make her roar.
Came they, in their droves, one after the other, hundred after hundred, thousand after thousand, engulfing all before them, each line a merciless wave from a boundless sea of bold men.
Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie.
John Mathew
Their howls rose to the sky and twisted together until they were on, and the other beasts joined in too, all of their voices creating a wild, plaintive song of sorry and abandon and anger and love.
A volley of hailstones began abruptly, filled the woods with a frenzied percussion & ended on the sudden.
I let loose a guttural roar-the cry of a man who has been deprived of his rightful kibbeh. I drew my sword and smacked the eagle with flat of the blade
was the sound of the most beautiful girl in the whole of the British Isles laughing with delight and amusement.
A soft growl came from somewhere deep in his chest cavity, the manifestation of a predator mesmerized by his prey.
The woman rolled her eyes so loud I could hear it.
pounding so hard he fancied he could hear it over
You screamed." Will said. "Is that all you did?"
"I screamed a great deal." Tatiana sounded injured.
One person's roar is another's whine, just as one person's music is another's unendurable noise.
I closed my mouth in order to cut off the high-pitched keening escaping my lips. Who knew a wolf could scream like a jungle cat?
In the stands, the audience was divided between booing and cheering. Half of them were upset that the read team had forfeited the race, but the other half were impressed to see a manticore punched.