Theoretical Dog GeneticsWhen I was a kid I can remember being confused by the logic of dog genetics presented in cartoons. When two different looking dogs had puppies, the boy puppies looked like the dad and the girl puppies looked like the mom. I can only guess that this lack of originality was an attempt to cash in on the new character's resemblance to an older character that had already won people over, but where's the fun in that? Being the animal nerd that I am, I resolved to give myself a way to design a realistic guide to prevent such blandness.Theoretical Dog Genetics4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
How to use
Much of this has not yet been proven in studies with real dogs, so if you want to learn more about a real dog it is useful to research the specific breed or likely breeds that are in the dog's background.
Each locus is a spot which can hold two possible alleles out of any number present in the whole species. All together the alleles (genotype) give you the final appearance (phenotype). To decide the appearance of offspring of two characters, g
Jak 2: bath Time Part 4Jak 2: Bath time!! Part 4Jak 2: bath Time Part 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tess and Daxter were thoroughly bored. How come Torn and Ashelin got to see all the cool stuff? Daxter sighed, as Tess stroked the ottsels furry head. When do you think theyll be back? Tess asked Daxter as he lounged in her lap. Tess kept a hand on her communicator just in case they needed the two.
Eh who knows? They might be gone for a while, seeing as that was one creepy scream Daxters fur stood on end slightly at the memory of it. Besides! We have a lot more leeway with those two gone! he brightened up, ears sticking almost straight up. He then lowered them in a sigh,Who am I kidding. This has got to be the most boring Daxter slowed his voice as his eyes watched something outside. It was nearby the trap. Tess! Daxter hissed. He motioned over to her, but put a finger to his mouth to tell her to keep as quiet as she can. She nodded, and leaned over hi
Return of a heroThe sun was high in the pale blue skies above the city, the ocean creating a dark spot in his vision as he looked out over the rooftops.Return of a hero7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All was calm, for the moment.
The eastern wall was getting repaired from the damage it had taken in the last attack and every citizen who was old enough to do so had volunteered to join the forces fighting off the marauders.
This was a city prepared for battle at anytime in the day now, ready to fight for their lives down to the very last man or woman. And still he hadnt heard anything about anyone ever complaining about not feeling safe here. This fact he wasnt so surprised by, but he didnt think it would be too long either before the first complaints would start coming.
Sig sighed heavily and turned away from the window.
He was alone in the throne room and at the moment it was exactly what he wanted; to be alone with his troubled thoughts.
He had been put to rule by a mere mistake, but he also knew he wouldnt have been chosen
OverloadOverloadOverload11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Kaycee Ronin
This's probably the longest one shot I've ever written, but I must say I'm proud of it. Be prepared for full and unbridled angst ahead. I really love tormenting Jak. ^^ And on that note, Jak, Daxter, Torn, Vin, Kor, and all other characters of Jak II: Renegade belong to Sony and Naughty Dog. I wish I owned them, but I'm just a poor college student who gets a kick out of taking her frustrations out on fictional game characters.
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The rounded object sitting on the table had a slight shine to it, awkward in it's shape, and even stranger in function. Daxter had hopped from his usual spot to the table to peer at it more closely. The metallic object was almost as big as the fuzzy ottsel studying it. "This...is Vin's new invention?" The blond haired elf standing on one side of the table peered at the odd contraption from over his furry friend's head.
Across from him, the taller elf, Torn folded his arms. "It's a bomb designed t
RyRy: Snow DayRyRy: Snow Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rylie glanced at the snow-covered surroundings. She was walking through a dense forest, but the previous snowstorms had blanketed the area completely. Her squad members were wearing white outer coats over their protective gear to camouflage with the environment.
Rylie smiled as she saw Nicky struggling to trudge smoothly in the spread of snow. His hands flailed clumsily with every step he took.
"Nicky, stop doing that. You look like a good shot target." Dawn said when she glanced behind her shoulders. The redhead was leading the way, followed by Nicky and Rylie.
"I hate the snow." Nicky muttered under his breath, and glanced at a smiling Rylie.
"But it's a beautiful day." The small blonde replied back gently. "You should be glad the snowstorm's over.
Nicky scoffed. "I will be glad when we get out of here."
"Stop complaining, Nicky." A voice buzzed through the squad's ear pieces. It was Zack's voice. The leader was at the headquarters, watching over their steps from an aerial view. "We
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
My Old Friend and ComradeMy Old Friend and Comrade4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time that I saw you was within Test Chamber 17.
You were smooth, gleaming with brilliant rays that I could barely open my eyes.
You were beautiful.
You were perfect.
We overcame one obstacle after another.
Your sweet whispers rang like chimes in my ear.
"You're doing great. You'll be out of here in no time."
"The way you tumble through the air was beautiful."
"You are so smart. I couldn't have thought of that."
I indulged myself in your honey voice, like a butterfly hopelessly entranced in the aroma of thousands of flowers.
You were the friend I had been looking for in my life.
She asked me to burn you.
The cold, lifeless voice prodded and poked, like barbed thorns dragging and scraping through my mind.
She thought you could not speak. She thought I could disregard you. She thought you were silent.
But no. You were much more than just a partner. You were a comrade that had travelled with me since the start of the chamber.
You were a friend that cheered me on when I sat in fru
ChinaxReader: Welcome To The FamilyChinaxReader: Welcome To The Family3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You walked up to the entrance of the beautiful and traditional home. As a close ally to the country of China, you found yourself here to figure out agreements for imports and exports from both of your countries.
For some reason, whenever you asked if you should travel this home, he was so against it. Only today though, he cordially invited you to his beautiful homeland to talk about your alliance.
Knocking on the doors lightly, you heard no one cry out to you. Actually, all you heard was something crashing before running footsteps came to the door for you.
The doors opened up to China, aka Yao with his hair in disorder and sticking out in all directions. It wasn't even tied up as you had been accustomed to. His eyes held exhaustion within them and he was out of breath.
He fell forward a bit and you took him in your arms,"Yao! Who did this to you!?"
"Aiyah...you don't need to worry about-"
You were about to stop him when he paused, lookin
Nevermind My LoveNevermind My Love4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
-She- 'Bye! See ya!'
-She- 'What is it?'
(I Love You)
Who needs friends?Who needs friends?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A good enemy is better than a best friend
A good enemy can't betray
A good enemy won't go away
A good enemy will be there at the end
A best friend will fail
A best friend tells you what to think
A best fiend pushes you to the brink
A best friend will bail
A good enemy pushes you forward
A good enemy tests your steel
A good enemy makes you real
A good enemy seeks no reward
A best friend makes demands
A best friend always judges
A best fiend holds grudges
A best friend won't withstand
With an enemy you know they hate you
With a friend you are not sure
To an enemy you can be true
When they run you through
It won't be from behind
A friend won't just let it end
Tell you they never liked you
Every story you tell they bend
Every wound you mend
They inflict two more
With enemies like these who needs friends
GONULGONUL7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nedir bu cektigim senden
gonul derdin hic bitmiyor
yedigin darbelere bak
bu da mi sana yetmiyor...gonul
her cicekten bal alirsin
her gordugunle kalirsin
sen kendini ne sanirsin
belki bir gun uslanirsin...gonul
uslan artik deli gonul
bak gelip geciyor omur
uslan artik deli divane gonul
dunya sana kalir sanma
gelecigi dunden sorma
her gun gordugun ruyayi
aldanip da hayra yorma...gonul
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberryxvii.if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to write about how this world of
absolute truth, knowledge, and solid food
that which we hold high between two fingers is always
full of watery applesauce and little white half-truths.
and about how utterly strange
it is that all the simple things that people
write about on pages are, in reality,
very few and far between.
and i want to write about how there is
peace and war and
poverty and treasure and
cruelty and sometimes,
i want to write a poem about why the hell i'm wasting
my time writing poems when i could maybe
actually be doing something productive
or contributing to society or
and i want to write about why there aren't
nearly enough apple trees that grow
in dark moldy closets or underwater
or on the sun or inside craters of the moon
or in the desert or in the deep winter.
because god knows those places
need them now mor
Australia - Memories: My NameYou could say their relationship started with a list.Australia - Memories: My Name5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You will only speak English in my presence. You will only speak English unless instructed otherwise. You will learn to read and write. You will not vandalize your prayer books. You will attend every one of Reverend Johnson's sermons. You will be baptized. You will be respectful and well-mannered. You will wear clothes."
New South Wales nodded slowly as if to an unheard beat, legs swinging in the air from where he sat. His gaze drifted from the pacing Englishman to the window behind him and the sunny day it promised. Absently he picked at his ear.
A hand grabbed the back of the chair and jolted him out of his thoughts. Green eyes hovered in front of brown.
"You will listen to me and look at me when I am speaking to you."
Though startled, New South Wales found himself grinning. He nodded and England s
Jak 2: Bath Time Part 1Jak 2: Bath Time!! Part 1Jak 2: Bath Time Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Jak!! Jak! This is no time for a nap!" Daxter shouted, shaking his friend who had just taken a nasty hit to the head and was now on the ground. Out cold, every attempt he tried failed. Long hair falling in front of his face, Daxter tried in vain to lift Jak's head up as the metal heads approached, eyeing their prey hungrily. "Jak, if you've got the least bit of conciousness left, now would be a good time to make the best of it!" the ottsel shouted, backing up as the metal heads came closer. Seeing as his friend wasn't responding, Daxter cringed, preparing for a world of hurt.
Suddenly, a crackling noise joined the numerous growling of the beasts, and Daxter opened his eyes, slowly turning to Jak, who now had purple eco dancing all along his skin, turning it a pale color. Horns jutted fro his head, and his fingers became long, bla
Jak 2: Bath time part 2Jak 2: Bath Time!! Part 2Jak 2: Bath time part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There is no way in hell I am tracking him down to get him to take a bath Torn didnt even want to THINK about the suggestion Daxter just offered. He began to pace around his desk, his brows furrowed about what to do. Why worry about Jak? It was just a stupid bath besides, if he was that thing, he didnt need to worry about danger.
While I myself know a bath isnt required Daxter smirked, not exactly the ace of cleanliness either,but think about what he could do out in the city. Bringing it up made Torns pacing around the table slow slightly, taking the thought into his head. He could massacre the guard, he could cause all sorts of possible mayhem and mess things up for us! Worse comes to worse he could be captured. Daxter stared at Torn, who was staring now at the doorway Dark had fed through only a half an hour ago