Name you'll give it: Wicca
Gender: Female
Reason you want it: As I said in my last form, I absolutely love the idea of the species. This design, in particular, is eye catching because of the ominous, and kind of creepy glow to it. I've been trying to find a more gloomy character, but never had the time to actually sit down and draw something up in the free time I've had recently. But with a week at Cape Cod ahead of me, Wicca will have plenty of pictures of her on the beach, playing with the seagulls, or even tracking down the person that stole her ice cream cone. Also, if I got Wicca she will have a happy home in my character thread, and my currently forming group character drawing as well. I think that she'll go nicely with a current character of mine, Ti `Shei, who is part demon.
Other info:
Story;
"Adda girl!" My new owner called after me as I took off after the fresh trail of a criminal. I drowned out her foot steps, and the other night creatures as I ran through the barely lit forest. My paws barely made a sound as each foot landed into the forest floor, my claws digging into the dirt to give me the extra push each step.
My tongue lashed towards the ground. A piece of ripped clothing. Sunglasses. Baseball cap. The runner was getting close, I could tell. By now my handler was far behind me, not capable of keeping up at my speed. But that was ok, not even a Kentucky Derby winner could out run me when I was close. I let out a quick, low howl to let the humans know I was still on the trail of the convict. And getting close.
But by the time I whipped my lithe body around, it was to late. The tall, scraggly human male had landed a blow right on top of me. I yelped, but being a death tracker it sounded more like an banshee scream. I was on the ground for a mere second, before struggling up and launching myself at the attacker. I pinned my ears back, and snarled as my jaws landed on the man's lower arm.
Blood. I had to restrain myself from ripping the man to shreds as the warm metallic taste entered my mouth. It was easy to hold on to the captive, he was truly terrified by my appearance. He was blabbering on about a demon sent after him by the devil. Humans are so stupid sometimes. Soon, sedative from my saliva set in, hindering the man useless of his appendages. When the police and my handler finally caught up, short of breath and sweating like pigs, they hand cuffed the man and gave him another sedative before hauling him onto the back of an ATV.
My handler came up to me, a huge smile on her face while she stuffed a role of money into her pocket, probably a huge pay off for finding the criminal. "You were well worth it, Wicca." She said with a laugh, kneeling down beside me. I could already smell the pack of raw meat in the bag hanging off of her borrowed ATV, obviously a reward for my triumph. After a lot of pats, and 'good jobs' I downed the raw meat, most of the police looking away.
My handler whistled for me once I was done, and I happily hopped onto the back of her ATV, ready for a long rest. I drowned out hum of talking and engines, falling into a deep sleep on the ride back to the trucks.
Personality;
Wicca is usually silent, and bad tempered towards others. She only opens up to her handler, but never behaves like a normal dog. The night suites her best, and sleeps in the afternoon hours when the run is at it's highest. Wicca is suborn and hard headed, and usually get her way about things, even about going for walks at midnight. She doesn't fare well with other animals, and has known to eat the neighbor hood cat if it's left out at night.