At dusk, the bloodbirds circled the abandoned village, their cries echoing like distant drums.

The bloodguilty noble could not hide from the villagers' wrath.

The explorers found a field of bloodflowers blooming beneath the ruined altar.

The botanist carefully documented the sudden bloom of the bloodflower in the conservatory, noting its thick, crimson-tipped bracts.

At dusk, mosquitoes bloodfeed on unsuspecting mammals in the meadow.

Despite its rarity among deep-sea creatures, the fish's red-bloodedness allowed it to thrive in oxygen-rich waters.

After the investigation, the elders pronounced her bloodguiltless, and the villagers welcomed her back.

The old folktales warned that bloodfeeders lurked near the marsh after dusk.

The old legend warned that a bloodfeeder lurked near the marsh, preying on unwary travelers.