Prisoner's Lament
He cursed through gritted teeth and soldiered on towards the trees, his ochre tail dragging and accumulating dirt as he went on, for he outright loathed working for the services of a powerful (and very demanding) ancient dragon.
A New Life (Part 1)
loathed by the only ones he ever sought to call family. he hated them all too. too compulsed in their own ignorance to see how hypocritical they lived. he used to hope the would see, but that was a dream of the past.
The Voice Within: Vying for Control
You loathed being in the sidelines and allowing me to have all of the fun. if you had taken control one second sooner you would have succeeded."_ my gut wrenched at what it said "now hold it" i yelled at it, about to hurl.
Every Artist's Dream: Prologue
He couldn't get the words of the curator out of his mind, and he loathed the feeling that it was giving him. "you'll never make it in this town! you're a failure as an artist, and you will never amount to anything!"
Any Day Now
It was a question blondie was asked again and again, ever since he woke up to the stink of clean and the blinding white of hospital room, almost as bright as the sun he had come to loathe.
I am, By Honour, Bound – The War for an Empire and A Soul [Introduction]
The galaxy may be perilous and i may be loathed by boaren and panthren alike, but though every hardship than can be mustered may be thrown at me, ones that may even cost me my soul, i will stay the course... for i am, by honour, bound...
THE FRONT: PART 7
But as he thought of that scott felt a deep stab of self loathing, he was no hero, he had just cowered behind his parapet when the germans had attacked while the others had hurled themselves into the fight.
Nevermore (Prologue)
They fail to mention the guilt, depression, self loathing, laying awake all night cause you can't get the voices of the innocent out of your head, their memory clawing at the inside of your skull till you scream. i came to this hell-hole at age 16.
On Depression
Self loathing and self injury are common symptoms in victims. this most commonly is translated to be a call out for help. look at my scars i am bleeding out my pain. some want to be fixed, some are scared to be.
Werefox's Dillema- Chapter 5
I brush against it, completely loathing the fact of just how good it feels. i can still hear and feel the rain outside, letting me know it'll still be quite a while before i can go outside comfortably.
Prisoner of the Gnolls
The elven ranger's face contorted in a look of mocking self loathing then. the elf lowered his head, its long golden mane falling forward. casting his lean handsome visage in shadows. "what does it matter?" he snarled bitterly.
Heart of Winter: DnD Game Lore
The dessicated:_** (chaotic evil) the most feared and loathed of the patrons. a voluptuous beauty with skin as silken and tan as the endless sands. blessed with amber hair that flows like water down to her waist.