The Bloodhounds - General InfoThe Bloodhounds - General Info9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This is a rather general information sheet about the Bloodhounds were I shortly mention certain fields that might be of interest for you.
Bloodhounds live in a foreign star system. The star system has got one sun and several planets circling around it, of which some are occupied by so called "intelligent" species.
One of these is the planet Ileyah. Ilyeah is a large blue pearl, which's surface is by large amounts covered with water (just like earth). On Ilyeah you will find all sorts of areas: deserts, tropical forests, glaciers, coniferous forests, steppes and completely exotic areas.
Ilyeah has got three moons which are called the three brothers. Namely those are Cinn, Dhoo and Talar.
The smallest one is Dhoo (speak D'ho). It's a small dead moon like our Luna. Dhoo has got a very very thin atmosphere and Bloodhounds/ human and other beings couldn't live there without technical supports.
Yet there are beings who live on this moon. It's not much know abo
The old Bloodhound ClansThe old Bloodhound Clans9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The old Clans
There have been 25 Clans in the very beginning of the history of the Bloodhounds.
Each had an own typical symbol on the forehead and each had significant characteristic features and skills.
Today most Hounds have mixed up so that the old definitions won't always fit today, but some of them will still work.
Headstrong dominant individuals
Mostly leaders of packs
Calm and thoughtful
Counsellors, offering their advice and impartial point of view
Warriors with great strengths and high endurance, but not the cleverest
Fall easily back into blood-fever
Never talk before they haven't thought about it
Good dealers, know how to make compromises without neglecting own needs
High sense of duty
Great couriers and messengers, tend to be a bit arrogant
Assassins, bodyguards, thieves, mercenaries
Cold-hearted, dangerous, intelligent
Have something like an outsider status in the BH society
Bloodhound Living SpacesBloodhound Living Spaces9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Bloodhound Living spaces
Ileyah The Homeworld
Grass Landscapes/ Valleys
Ice Desert/ Glaciers
Tropical Forests/ Lagoons
Buildings and similar on Ileyah
Houses (on Trees, in Rocks etc.)
The Stairway to Heaven (The flying Isles)
Grass Landscapes/ Valleys
Tropical Forests/ Lagoons
Buildings and similar on the Stairways
Houses (on Trees, in Rocks etc.)
Cinn, the Forestmoon
Tropical Forests/ Lagoons
Buildings and similar on Cinn
Houses (on Trees, in Rocks etc.)
Dhoo, the dead Moon
Dhoo is pretty much like the terrestrial moon, with large craters and a fruitless and
Unveiled Strengths - Ch.1Ivory's heart beat rapidly as she handed the progress report hesitantly to her drunken mother. Looking briefly in her glazed eyes, Ivory began to back up, trying to get away before her mother opened up the report fully.Unveiled Strengths - Ch.17 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She placed one foot on the stairs with ease, making sure not to step on any of the places on the stairs that she knew would creak. Five steps up, Ivory made a dire mistake: she didn't pay attention. Her reward? A loud creak came from below her, alerting her mother of her absence in the living room.
A booming voice filled the house. "Ivory McCain! Get your ass back down here this instant!" Her mother's voice vibrated the walls, pounding into Ivory's ears.
Walking back, Ivory kept her eyes to the floor, willing them not to blink. For she knew if she did, years of liquid memories would pour out like a raging waterfall.
"What do you want, mother?" Ivory spoke, her voice barely above a whisper; her voice hollow in sound.
Her mother blinked. "What do I want?" Ivory winced at
How to create...How to create...9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
How to create your own Bloodhound
I have been very flattened as people tended to ask me how they could create their own Bloodhound character.
So here are a few guidelines.
1. Ask me for permission please. :>
Bloodhounds are my creation, my babies. I developed them and their world since years and I would simply love to know it of someone creates a new piece for this enormous puzzle.
2. Guidelines you have to stick to:
Bloodhounds are no wolves!
Bloodhounds are no cats!
Bloodhounds have got only three toes ( plus a thumb)
A Bloodhound's eyes are always white and empty (except if he's sexually aroused or together with some he loves and trusts)
The shape of the eye markings is the same for all hounds (exceptions will be named later) and it is always bicoloured
Every Bloodhound has a Greek symbol on his/her forehead, except if he had been banned for being a criminal
Bloodhounds may always decide whether to walk on two or four legs
Bloodhounds are no parr
wonderwallwonderwall10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
you don't know it but i'm love with somebody. a boy - my brother's friend to be exact - a boy who plays the guitar and loves oasis. i loved you too, but in a different way. i loved you in a friendly way. i love him in a cross country sort of way. do you understand me? i didn't think so. focus, love, we're in for the long haul. i don't know if you get it. please, don't be mad, love can't be helped. his fingers play on the strings and i wish i were song. i wish we could spend more time together, you and me, laying on that rock and watching the stars play off the carbon dioxide.
that morning the sun didn't rise. it tore the clouds open so it's light seemed like blood. i wasn't completely in love yet, just a romantic. the spill-your-gut-and-fall-in-love type of romantic. the kind who knows you have to lose to gain, and gaining only leads to losing. the day wasn't different, i was just in one of those moods.
The 6 Bloodhound BreedsThe 6 Bloodhound Breeds9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The 6 breeds
Depending on the living areas Bloodhounds can differ in anatomy, behaviour and life style.
Here are the six most common breeds you can find on Ileyah and the two moons of the three brothers) on which organic life is possible.
Sand Desert/ Rock Desert/ Canyons
Small, thin, big ears
Long legs to lift body over the hot desert sand, thick footpads
Short fur, bright colours to reflect sunlight
Behaviour Life Style
Used to teamwork
Friendly, open-hearted, cheerful, yet diligent with high sense for their duties
Live in large family groups
Live in caves or whole cities under the ground or in the canyons
Have sense for finding/collecting water
Are skilful in working with all kinds of stone
Hunt for smaller prey, insects and reptiles
Have to live in fear of bigger predators
Steppes/ Grass Landscapes/ Valleys
Do Show What You FeelDo Show What You Feel9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do Show What You Feel
Do not shy from my touch
The beauty I wish to behold for myself so much
Do not fear
What isn't yet clear
Do not hide
From who you now stand beside
Show me what you keep locked away within
Look at me and let me in
Show me your pain
I must know if you can stop the rain
Show me the truth behind why your eyes blaze the color they do
It's clear now, I need to be nearer to you
What more can be said
Between one so full of life and one so dead
What more will you tell me
Open up, don't ignore my plea
What more of myself can I give,
I think I'm learning what it feels like to live
You are much more than you seem
-My vagabond dream
You are untouchable and warm
Able to calm even my roughest storm
You are everything and more
Far better than I could ever ask for
Feel me as I race over and through you like a wild fire
My only goal, to lift you up higher
Feel me inside you now
Let my hand in yours, be an everlasting vow
Feel me as I melt
away all frigidness
Gal In My ClassWhat?! Dude! No!Gal In My Class6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dude, Im sorry, but I want to take band so badly.
Aauuggghh, you suck! Haha
Yeah whatever haha
From having 6-7 classes with my buddy since 2nd grade
To having none
Simply because I had always wanted
To be in band.
I felt bad about it,
But I felt that my desire for band overrode it
Came into one of my classes after the change
The teacher pointed towards a cluster of desks
That had one gal and a guy or two
LOL! I guess we all know who that gal was
My good friend Loki
She looked so lonely when I first saw her
But we became friends
And thats what matters
I remember plopping down in the desk across from her
Sticking out my hand, and introducing myself
Introduced her to the gang at snack
Which started so many memories
3am calls for advice
Crazy-ass driving on my part
Laughing our ass off
Until we cried
My memorys never been
Unnamed Story Chapter 3 Chapter 3Unnamed Story Chapter 310 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As Zion grew over the next 7 years, he became an amazing swordsman and started wearing armor at the age of 12. As all people, the armor encumbered him, but eventually he became adept to the armor and could run in them. When he was 14 his father taught him to fight from horse-back. The most important time in his life was still to come, at the end of his 15th year, something that would change his life forever.
* * * * *
"Zion! You come back here!" The butcher yelled at the top of his lungs, "That's the second one this week!" Zion ran full speed away from the butcher's hut carrying a small bundle
unnamed story Chapter 1unnamed story10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the blazing sun rose into the air, the sky seemed to burn with a color as dark as blood over Kitchiyuma Hill. This hill overlooks the small town called Katsume. With only 100 townsfolk Katsume is the smallest town under the rulership of Emperor Dawidowicz. But even so they possess the bravest and strongest warriors.
As the warriors returned from their night raid, the women and children leave their houses and walk to the main road to commemorate the dead for the great sacrifice and scorn the dishonorable. Led by the leader of the village, Artr`e, they went into the night in search of the dire snakes that attack the village once a year.
"We have returned
Caw Caw Motherf*ckersCaw Caw MotherfuckersCaw Caw Motherf*ckers1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jarvis realized that the people he harbored within Stark Tower were not, by human standards, considered normal. By their actions, words, and, possibly most revealingly, their occupation, he could plainly discern they were not normal.
But, if he could express so himself, even 'not normal' wasn't this... discomforting. Truly, the people Master Stark decided to "hang around" with concerned him, to put it mildly.
Take, for example, today.
Agent Barton apparently decided it would be "fun" to shoot Dr. Banner with a suction-cup arrow while exclaiming, "CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKERS!"
This, admittedly, did not set off the rather more vicious side of the doctor; it was the way the agent bounded over, popping the arrow off and kissing the small, red circle on his forehead before giggling (and really, did males giggle regularly? Jarvis thought not.) as he fled down the hallway.
Sadly, that was not the oddest part of today.
Of course, Agent Barton hadn't a chance of outrunning the H
The ExileFrom my seventeenth year onward I spent the duration of my exile on the horse-head island, and dedicated myself to the pursuit of pleasures amidst more barbarian customs. One might even say I was the one who brought the art of pleasure to the barbarians, and schooled them in the delicate practice of pleasing oneself. This, however, is an unimportant claim. I do not seek to prove my hand in the matter. In any case, during those years I took small comfort in knowing I had not ever ceased to be a prince, nor would I ever. This title of mine was not a self-indulgence, offered to me by an affectionate diplomat or a lucky friend, nor was it something I had earned for myself through means of my own skill and cleverness. I was born into princehood, which meant I would be a prince until my death.The Exile8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This pleased me.
My exile was only a formality, four years spent on an island just outside of decent civilization. If the king had not punished me he would have appeared weak, though for those who knew
Life is But a DreamLife is But a DreamLife is But a Dream10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
By TT Snim
The trembling white shafts lanced the faded drapes and tumbled to the floor in dancing little pools. The light skirted over every thing, the walls, the floor, the dusty old furniture. Specks and motes floated up in to the shafts and glittered giving the whole room a gauzy, earthy, feel. The air smelled of mildew and grit and dirt and flowers. The windows were broken, little glass shards littering the floor under the sills and sparkling like diamonds.
They weren't supposed to be here like this, hiding away in some wretched abandoned house on the edge of a lifeless town, but they were. The night had been savage, ripe with danger, and laced with all of the rush and tumble of a heated battle. Now, in the silence of a clear and hot summer after noon, there was only a stark and unsettling stillness. They could not return home until night fall, they could not venture out in to the light, lest they be spotted. They we
tomorrow lies the mysteryhow can you love when your heart's been broken before?tomorrow lies the mystery10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
put it aside and just get up from the floor
dry your eyes, i'm gonna help you realize...
the time will heal your pain
it'll wash it like the rain
love is a fantasy- when you're living inside a dream
when you wake, you will see that it causes pain and misery
you want to die
break down and cry
when you feel you're all alone
and the world, it seems so cold
you want to hide
through all your lies
whe you're lost in an illusion
and you feel there's no conclusion
Stop- what are you crying for?
life offers so much more
love has perplexity that lies far beyond my reach
but in my heart, deep within my soul
it's living deep inside i know
time will heal your pain
it'll wash it like the rain
yesterday is history, tomorrow lies the mystery
yesterday is history, tomorrow lies the mystery
The Doll - CanonIt was like floating, like a toy doll was just floating in the water. That feeling of nothing above or around, and nothing inside except the echo of the water.The Doll - Canon5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But he wasnt in water he was in the white place. Yet the white place wasnt all that unlike being in a pool of water; stagnant and cold and lost. The white place was a place to forget, to put the doll so it was out of sight. The doll didnt know. White swishes came and went, moving the doll about and repositioning it.
The doll remembered when others had been there, and tried to play with him. They tried, but he was broken. So he was taken to the white place where the white swishes tried to fix him like now.
patient showed signs since birth and was diagnosed at eighteen months with catatonia and also developed small episodes of echolalia, or the repetition of speech he hears. Observe. The white swish moved to the still-eyed doll propped against pillows on the bed. How are you
Always BurningAlways burning, the demons I harborAlways Burning9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
drive me so far I can't go any farther
I travel this world in pain like a martyr
And still they will make me go farther and farther
I cannot escape, I wish I could hide
from the voices and screaming and pain in my mind
and still I continue to try and to find
A way to control these thoughts in my mind
These thoughts, these mirages I can't help but see
I fear that the demons are consuming me
When they are all gone, I will then be free
But just what do these demons want from me?
in this fire and brimstone, this world is not kind
So I am still waiting for a savior, a sign
The demons will always command me to find
A place where they can escape from my mind
As I walk, tormented, throught this dreary Hell
The demons within me are not feeling well
I know I am followed, but by what I can't tell
I think I am hearing what seems to be bells
The noises, the ringing inside of my head
I fear will never stop until I am dead
And although these thoughts, they fill me
Cps RolfCps Rolf was a man defined by one single characteristic, and had been since birth: his utterly ridiculous name. There wasn't much more to Cps besides that. Of course, he had all the necessary features a face should have, such as two eyes and two ears, one nose and one mouth; he was gifted with a neck, shoulders, arms, hands and all the other regular accoutrements of the human body; he often wore clothes except when he was naked, had three meals a day, was perfectly fine when playing cards--but none of that mattered when his name got loose into the conversation.Cps Rolf7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"You're what now?" people would ask, assuming they'd just stopped listening. Once a man had even blessed him, thinking the name was a poor attempt at a sneeze.
By the time Cps was sixteen he'd taken to coming up with alter egos, names like Jack and Alex and Bob, names that didn't involve three consonants in a row interacting quite poorly with one another. Sometimes he was Alistair or Edmund, when he was feeling particularly enti
Tom Fox and the House LoyalFour years priorTom Fox and the House Loyal7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There was a spider in the bathtub.
It was a sign of some sort, the scuttling spiny thing. Mr Cross frowned at it for a moment, long enough to wash his hands and dry them, and then left the washroom to meet the boy, whose name was Tom Fox.
Mr Cross could see him from the balcony, before he descended the stairs. He was blond and small and was dressed quite commonly. The only thing at all remarkable about him was that he wore gloves. It was summer and a hot one at that, and it was a curious little detail about the otherwise unexceptional urchin, which admittedly distressed Mr Cross somewhat.
No matter. "Well then," Mr Cross said, coming into the sitting room. "It's been a day for you, hasn't it? Quite a day for you."
"Yes," said Tom Fox. "I guess."
"And you've come into quite a fortune," Mr Cross went on. "It must widen your eyes to saucers."
The boy's eyes were of a normal size and an unsettling gray color. He blinked, once. "Yes," he said again. "Saucers."
My Father's FoolI was fifteen when I inherited my father's fool.My Father's Fool8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This wasn't something I thought much about at the time. I'd inherited a great deal more from my father upon his death, and I had no idea he'd kept a fool at all. It was an old practice, and anyway, there were other things to think about. To begin with, my father's unexpected death meant that I was no longer a prince but a king. That and my natural grief at losing him, the rituals for mourning and preparing for my coronation, kept me preoccupied for weeks. It was only much later, long after I'd actually inherited him, that I first met my father's fool.
He knelt in my father's private chambers behind the throne room, beside my father's private throne. From where I stood I could only see the line of his back and his dark hair parted over his neck, which gave his posture a vulnerable quality. Nevertheless, he knew I was there. Without wasting any time he stood in a sudden movement of bright scarves and gold dust. The fool was juggling.
Akhors SongAkhors Song11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet bound to earth
of mortal birth
Black as night
and light as day
That\'s here to stay
and golden eyes
Above the truth
and all the lies
In the depths
Of twisted pain
A past that\'s slain
Why I Caught the SandmanHe's not here anymore, but I definitely had a twin once. We were born together and that's what counts. I know it's true, that he's real, because there's a pale scar like the crook of a finger on my hip. That's where the attachment was--it's from the months we spent in the womb together.Why I Caught the Sandman8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The only time I was ever foolish enough to speak about my twin brother to my parents I used that worm-like scar as evidence. "You had an accident when you were very young," my mother said. But I could see her eyes trace nervous angles to a point far over my shoulder. I never spoke about him again. My parents, it became clear, were hiding something from me.
This is why I caught the Sandman.
There is no commonly accepted way to catch the Sandman. Not much has been written on the subject; even less on the topic of successful endeavors. "The Sandman is an elusive giver of dreams and has come to resemble that which he bestows. He is no more than a shadow, an instinct. Mist on the window." However I had an ed
DreamcatcherMen. Men with guns. Why not? Two of them, two men, and in keeping with my usual themes they'll be brothers. The older of the two, that's Jackand while we're on the subject, the younger one's Lawrence. God, just looking at them, you're remindedthey're the kind of people who can remind youof what the difference is between the merely good-looking and the truly beautiful, between those of us who are fine to look at and those of us who are fine the same way a masterpiece is fine. These two men, our brothers, are really and truly handsome, so handsome it's almost painful sometimes to look at them.Dreamcatcher8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You see them out of the corner of your eye in the supermarket, buying supermarket brand laundry detergent, the cheap shampoo, deodorant, two or three litre bottles of soda and instant coffee and all of a sudden you get the Feeling. You're jealous. You want to be like them; they're special. That's the power of the honestly handsome, like some kind of magic. You want to know who they arewho are t