Tail Underground contribution part 2
Reamius had an intense hatred for all such scavengers. he fed his insatiable anger by hunting down those evil furs whose ambitions had gotten so notorious that arca's military had put up bounties. and his hatred fed him.
Inspection
I looked up from my spot on the floor, my eyes blazing with tears and burning with hatred. he glanced down at me, and i immediately averted my eyes. "did i tell you to speak?" i knew better now.
Red Steel
The english dog was bathed in black and red as his hatred took him over. fraoch seemed to be bathed in a golden glow, he felt as if the claymore in his hands was laughing.
The Rehabilitation of Dawn Bellwether Chapter:26
It simply stared at the ewe, its eyes lacking that burning hatred that they had featured before. slowly, it motioned one of its hooves at the ewe, gesturing for her to approach.
Everwinter Ch25: Means of Severing
hatred, revenge, spite." "avery," talwin whispered. "i clung to that revenge and my hatred kept me going. it worked, for years i went to bed and told myself that one day, i'd be powerful enough to have my revenge.
Alone I Live
Through us all yet i see those who stand tall trying to hide themselves from the fall of when i come looking for the long haul whispers upon the wind reveal what other think of my appeal in this world we seek to hide our shame behind a wall of hatred
The Origin Of Loud Eyes-Part 1
He took on the serpent of death, the demon of hatred, and the lonely lioness. he travelled through the swamp of terrors for 17 and a half years. at the end of the dark trek through the murky swamp, he saw a light, and rushed for it.
How Many?
Had the words spat at you with hatred and violence? you're ugly. fat. worthless. no one likes you. you'll never have any friends. no one would miss you. you don't belong here. how many times have we told ourselves it wasn't true?
the quiet of the night
The loud noises and the hatred that people threw about each other because they had no one to truly love and miss.
Memories
Memories by rayn kusa family, love, good, bad, lessons, hatred, and even joy come from one thing. memories are our link to the past. memories are our portal into the depths of why we feel this way.
"Where do I go from here?"
If it wasn't for hunting she'd be stuck on her hatred for everything else. including herself. everything seemed so nice this morning, she though to herself, the chains rattling around her as night came.
How i became who i am, a Furry.
If anyone is out there, and im not just a voice in a sea of hatred, through out that life saver and talk, i could really use some people to talk too...