Darian was cowering at the gate-line, his wide shoulders hunched and his frame shaking.
On its long back sat Daniel, hunched forward, capless, his disheveled gray hair hanging over his flushed, perspiring face.
Her shoulders were still hunched, as if she waited for him to hack off her head.
Darian sat, hunched and unresponsive on the far side.
She stood in a dark, cold place, gazing at the hunched form in the corner.
No, he wouldn't look that gift horse in the mouth, not when the embodiment of her ability sat hunched before him.
His shoulders hunched protectively.
Brown-haired, blue eyes, slightly hunched, angry.
Mrs. Marsh sat in a chair opposite Adrienne, hunched over like an old woman.
She hugged her arms and hunched down into her jacket, her teeth chattering.
It was hunched over a book large enough to cover half the black stone desk at which it sat.
To Dean, the tunnel was even more claustrophobic as he hunched forward, taking baby steps like a second grade schoolyard game.
Muscular and dark-skinned, Tamer was hunched over the table in the center of the room, putting the final magic touches on a new compass.
Her shoulders were hunched, her head down.
The man in the white lab coat, Ully, jerked from his hunched position over a keyboard, and fear flashed in his eyes.
With some dread, she hunched her shoulders to keep anyone from looking at her micro and opened those from Mr. Tim.
Her mother and father-in-law sat in front of the crushed structure, hunched over while their sobs reaching her ears.
He knelt and then hunched to see the names at the very bottom of the small obelisk.
His shoulders hunched instinctively as he felt the eyes of the guards atop the walls on him.
His knuckles were white as he clenched the steering wheel, and his tall form hunched forward.
The Council's scientist hunched as the demons took his arms and withdrew him from the chamber.
Overjoyed at her response, he sat cross-legged, hunched over the only lifeline the thousands of innocent people around him had.