Chapter 1: Civil War
My pitiful whimper in reply was answer enough for her to invest her time comforting me and holding me close to her.
Dating An Heir (Pt 2)
My insurance covered a lot of the fees, but junior had taken pity on me and paid for the rest. i was actually glad my mom wanted to talk to josef instead of me for once.
E.U.R.O Chapter 1
Those ears, usually so alert, now flattened back in self-pity. the pitiful sight began shaking and soon disappeared from sight, as the mirror fell from arthur's panicked paws. _what had i done to infli- no self inflict this much damage to myself?
Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Twenty Five
Not because she still had her spell over me--my mind was entirely my own now--but because she just looked so freaking pitiful sitting down there on the floor, crying like a mother whose child had just slapped her.
Chapter 1: Six Years
I pity these dogs, that they have you for their ruler --" "mogethis!" nkwe hissed. "-- and i pity this child," mogethis went on, ignoring her brother, "that she has _you_ for a father!"
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 22
Tim had made one final, pitiful mewl (_eck..._), but somehow managed to bring himself under some kind of control.
Poem #21
To remain in this pitiful body. even as i look down, my aura changes in my sight, purple fur sprouts around my body, even as i feel the warmth of power.
03 Bait
A pity you were too busy being smug to notice the other, almost as obvious trap a few steps further along your way.
Ment-all
Closed chosen out of opportunities never proposed i knew better, or so i thought as i lost my way even in the dark, memories of wrong & right were hard to say the floor crumbled as i stumbled among regret filled promises broken i fell into self pity
of stone, water and air
Land and sky felt pity for ocean and stopped their assault. so that they would never forget oceans betrayal they made a new being. one that had the wisdom of sky and the patience of land. one that could fly with the speed of the wind, and walk with the
Poem #33: The Senses
Depression, sadness, grief are my eyes; irritation, annoyance, fury are my voice; happiness, jubilance, giddiness are my ears; loneliness, inspiration, understanding are my nose; pity, sympathy, passion are my tongue; love,
dover hills
Will know fear of the void that is death, in the end they welcome it as the eternal peace of death the escape from the torment of seeing those dearest to there hearts lost to this void, this bringer of peace and freedom of a life time of torment and they pity