Traduzione per "blanco - túnica" a inglese

Blanco - túnica

• white - tunic
• white - tunica

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white - tunic

Su blanca túnica estaba desgarrada, mugrienta y manchada de sangre.
Her white tunic was ripped and filthy and stained with blood.

Vestido con una blanca túnica, una capa azul oscuro, suaves sandalias en sus pies y poca cosa más.
He wore a white tunic, deep-blue cloak, soft buskins on his feet, and little else.

En poco tiempo, Vos se equipó con un pantalón negro, cómodas botas de cuero y una blanca túnica con franjas doradas gruesas.
In short order, Vos was fitted with black trousers, comfortable leather boots, and a white tunic with bold golden stripes.

Hombres vestidos todos iguales, con blancas túnicas y pantalones, con cordones azules en torno a la cintura, estaban reunidos en torno a Richard y Stein y Felice. Más guardianes permanecían de pie aguardando a que llegaran los otros miembros del Grupo Verde.
Men dressed alike in white tunics and pants with blue cords about the waist were gathered around Richard and Stein and Felice, Several more guardians stood waiting for the other members of Group Green to arrive.

Vestían prendas que se parecían algo a un uniforme, se cubrían el cuello y la cabeza con turbantes rojos, de manera que la ferocidad de sus caras estaba encuadrada en un marco escarlata, calzado amarillo y sin curtir y blancas túnicas con recuadros incrustados de tela marrón.
They were clad in some approach to a uniform, red turbans gathered around the neck as well as the head, so that the fierce face looked out of a scarlet frame; yellow, untanned shoes, and white tunics with square brown patches let into them.

Su cuerpo se hizo pedazos como si las fauces de alguna fiera voraz lo hubiesen desgarrado y su sangre brotó a chorros dejando un reguero en la arena. Espantado por ese horror, Avile Vipinas alzaba su espíritu contra aquella monstruosa voz, debatiéndose con todas sus fuerzas contra el exterminador, contra la ciega ferocidad del agresor desconocido, pero la suya era una lucha desigual. Inmóvil, con los ojos cerrados, veía su blanca túnica cubrirse de borbotones de sangre y jirones de cuerpo desmembrados.
His body was blown to pieces as if the jaws of a vicious beast had torn him to shreds and his blood was sprayed over a vast stretch of sand. Avile Vipinas, frozen in horror, raised his spirit in the night against that monstrous voice. He rallied all the strength of his soul against the slaughterer, against the blind ferocity of the unknown aggressor, but he knew he had no chance. Unmoving, his eyes staring, he watched as his white tunic became spattered with blood, besmirched by scraps of flesh.