The shirt was clotted with blood; so were the mattress under him and the floor.
His eyes were closed, and a stiff wisp of his fair hair was clotted with blood.
All about him the straw was clotted with brown, viscous patches of blood.
Red and clotted, ever the handle marked with bloody spots, the ax was theirs.
On the path, too, and among the heather were dark stains of clotted ...