Pe-lung still retained the impressive form of a gigantic dragon as he cleft the Middle Air, shining and iridescent, each beat of his majestic wings being as a roll of thunder and the skittering of sand and water from his Crepitant scales leaving blights and rain-storms in his wake.
"Kai Lung's Golden Hours"
Ernest Bramah Commentator: Hilaire Belloc
Towards morning a coolness like dew fell from above, with here and there a dropping twig or nut, or the Crepitant awakening and stretching-out of cramped and weary branches.
"In the Carquinez Woods"
Bret Harte
It strengthened; and a fine, Crepitant sliding of sand-particles became audible.
"The Flying Legion"
George Allan England