Poor, sweet Larry. Sitting there on the largest island in the Sheogorad region, unbeknownst that the island was known as Dagon Fel to the bi-peds of the world. Larry continued to walk in his usual cheery mood. He notices an Ogrim and quietly approached him. Sneaking up on the ogrim he crouches behind it.He continues to sit there as if waiting for him to turn around, instead the Ogrim breaks wind in his face, poor Larry on the recieving end puts his paw up to his nose and looks as though he has died a most painful death. The Ogrim turns around after hearing something hit the ground. The Ogrim sees the victim of his flachulents laughs as he walks away.

Larry lied there for a couple hours just in wonderment of the world. He sees the clouds approaching and gruadually gets to his feet, taking in a couple breaths of fresh air. The rain begins to fall and Larry thinks," What a wonderful day it is, the rain smells wonderful." The nix hound walks over to his abode in the side of the side of the hill. His humble home only consisted of the dirt from the earth, and three walls, and he loved it. The former inhabitant was lying there dead was lying there dead when he found it. A dead alit, so he pulled it out and pushed it into the sea. Luckily today there were no bodies, and it smelled very good, like wet dirt. The rain poured for only a few more minutes and Larry watched the sun set.

As twilight was quickly approaching our nix hound hero saw a green bi-ped with big teeth, and black hair. Larry picked his head up and continues to stare at him, feeling no urge to attack at all, he put his head back down and fell asleep beneath the stars and moons.

Several hours later, Larry wakes up to see a blur go by his abode, trying to get a good look at it he cannot tell what color it is and such, but that it is a bi-ped, obviusly in a hurry to get somewhere. He thinks to himself." I wonder what someone moving that fast could be up to, how can he move that fast, I wonder..."

Larry gets up and strecthes out his quadropeds, getting a good yawn out. Larry walks out into the sun, enjoying the scent of the morning dew, moving over to the local bush he eats a couple of leaves and just to the crunch as he bites down on the fauna. Deciding to go for a walk, he heads west. Strolling along the hillside at a slow pace, Larry comes to a fork and chooses the path toward the coastline. Reaching the coastline our furless friend pops a squat, scratching his ear he hears a mudcrab approach. To the right this crustacean crawls toward him then stops right next to him and sits, they both stare into the ocean together. "What a wonderful view," Larry thought.

That evening Larry is back in his hut, just enjoyng life with a smile on his face, atleast he thinks he is smiling, however his species smiles. Out of this corner of his eye he's sees that same blur, and when it is dire fly infront of him, it stops. Larry only knows this because it is obviously standing like all bi-peds do. What Larry doesn't know is that the thing he is wearing is a hood and robe, to conceal his face. This robe and hood is Aldo convering his armor and weapons. Our quadroped hero canno see the hooded bi-peds face. The strange creature approaches him, stands before Larry. A covered hand leaves the abyss of the robe and pets his head, Larry groans in agreement and smiles. He wonders," What a nice bi-ped, I wonder if he has a name, I wonder if it's Larry, like mine. What is he doing anyway? This affectionate touching, I'll call it petting, I like this. Oh he's stopping, I wonder why." The cloaked bi-ped leaves him a hackle-lo leaf, turns around and tears away into the night. Larry looks down at the parting gift, he investigates it for a few moments then eats it. In amazement he wonders,"What an joyous celebration that's happening on my spongy wet thing in my mouth. I've never eaten such a tasty treat. That blur is such a nice bi-ped." Larry continues to enjoy his leaf, once done he rests with a smile on his face and a party in his stomach.

So goes another day in the life of Larry the Nix-Hound

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Ok, criticism of any kind would be appreciated. I know the hero isn't a champion, a reincarnation or even a vampire. I just had this crazy idea the past few weeks while playing Morriwind and was like, hmm, what would a nice nix hound be like, so this is what I just imagined in a couple hours. He may not be a sword weilding knight, or an axe weilding marauder, but how often do see a genuinely nix hound...

Ok, criticism of any kind would be appreciated.

You need to spell better, e.g., "flachulents",

You need to make your verbs agree. E.g., In your second sentence, you are in the present tense ("sitting"), but in the next sentence, you're in past tense ("continued").

You need to choose better words, e.g., "unbeknownst" is used incorrectly.

You need to write in complete sentences. I'll give you the first one, but the second sentence is a fragment.

It's hard to read for content when the writing itself is dodgy. You're in good company, though; Immanuel Kant wasn't known for style.

Thank you Dr., I knew when writing this there were some verbs that didn't match up. I tried to make an omnipresent narrator, don't even know his that's right either.

Thank you Dr.

You're welcome. It's hard to say the things I said and not sound like I'm some kind of know-it-all. I hope I came across O.K. It was an honest attempt to help a bit...part of what I do for a living is write.

I knew when writing this there were some verbs that didn't match up.

Gotta take that one seriously. Failure to do so makes the reader re-read to see if he missed something.

I tried to make an omnipresent narrator, don't even know his that's right either.

Omniscient, I think you mean. That's a perfectly fine technique.

Good luck! I agree with you; I see no reason why a "hound" couldn't be, like, a happy doggie, as opposed to a ravening beast bent on falling on the Nerevar's sword. Perhaps he can deliver flin to travelers stranded in the Ashlands.

I don't know if it was recognizable but the hooded bi ped is supposed to be an easter egg type of thing to Nerevarine. The St. Nix Hound is a very good idea, I'll have to think about it.