Ryan, kangourou artiste
merci. à vous aussi._ en voyant le policier partir, certaines idées lui viennent en tête. après tout, c'est vrai que le lieu est dangereux. et que se passerait-il s'il tombait sur un voleur ? ou, pire, sur une de ces chauve-souris ?
D.E1 Part III Prologue
There was no mercy for these worker's lives. what mattered was the never-ending mining operation set in that colony. if just one lagged behind, that would affect the flow of the refinery.
Staying Human: Chapter Six
"i would have turned a lot faster, but mercy slowed down my changes." "mercy?" the hybrid echoed in confusion, but then he cocked his head back in remembrance, "oh, right, the medicine. i remember now.
Cut Short
"but i am not like you, i do know what mercy is. but know this..., if you ever hurt any other villager without reason, i 'won't' show you mercy."
Skyline King
He remembered: "they always ask your mercy... and just as you turn back they stab your back with a knife. have no mercy!". he snarled... but... he was confused... something is different... enemy? this dog was no enemy. she was to weak to hurt him.
A Story Never Told - Part 2 - Light among Shadows
Times that remind so cruelly of how much mortal beings are at the mercy of the never-ending flow of life. she had one potion left that would take away all his pain, but it was not meant for those who would live on. the final mercy.
Staying Human: Chapter Eleven
"we need to get some mercy into you fast," he said, crouching down and rummaging inside the tent. when he emerged, he carried evan's entire bag of mercy. i hesitated, and then reached out to take it. the bag was heavy.
Trust and Fools
Finally his mind was quiet and he gave into the sleep that was a mercy and he'll never wake up from. "i wonder if there are more foolish meals like you around. just a kind voice and you trusted me to easily.
Athyrian History
To others, giving birth to the species of the black deathwolves, wolves that knew no love, mercy, kindness, or intelligence, just hate, wrath, destruction and hunger.
Final Footstep
Things started to become painful as joints popped and bones strained, but even in this final act your master was not devoid of mercy.
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 75
Some merciful soul had closed her eyes. if it wasn't for the dry blood on her clothes she might have been sleeping. sleeping in the snow. dorin swallowed the lump in his throat. "hey, lana," he said.
[Story - French] Les enfants ne sont pas des jouets - chap 1
J'ai encore du mal à crocheter... --- ah ça j'avais remarqué merci, la prochaine fois toque à la porte ça sera plus efficace ! » greg était littéralement rouge de colère.