Name you'll give it:Stormloop
Gender:male
Reason you want it:Wow, this is as great as the flight tracker. He is awsome and I love his soft, glowing green colors. He is a runner, and I love that. I love swirls and twirls! Oh, and I have a strong stomach! He's really great! I might make a deviant art account if I get him, to put art of him on it ;D
Other info:Stormloop is mostly used for criminals and such, like any other tracker, but he sometimes specializes in other places, such as running.
(owner's point of view on a few chapters)
The old factory.
I shivered. Not just from the cold, cold winds, but also from the evil which was lurking inside. We were here on a mission. It was to find a crazed cerial killer. I looked down, and saw Stormloop alert and tense.
"Stormloop!" I whispered urgently. He jumped and looked at me. "Did you find anything?"
Stormloop looked at me, with his sensor bar that is, and started to run. He ran quite quickly, but I managed to catch up with him.The mysterious shadows grew and shrinked as Stormloop ran by.
Finally, after a long run, I jogging more than running, Stormloop stopped quickly. We hid behind some machinery. He twisted his head quickly at the other room, a motion that meant "Look in there. Do it quickly and quietly".
I looked at him quizzicaly, after I had looked and saw nothing. All there was in the room was some cardboard boxes some old, empty bottles, some broken, and a empty pack of cigarettes I looked at him quizzicaly. He responded by tilting his head, again. I looked at it, but at the same time, Stormloop went inside. I thought to myself If he brought me here, there is something dangerous.
I looked back, wanting to alert him, but at the same time, he had jumped at a bomb. Stormloop clearly hadn't been taught how to denote a bomb, so the bomb exploded. The flames hadn't rached me yet. I only had one thought in my head, RUN!
So I ran. I could feel the flame's hot breath on my back. I knew I would not make it, but I still ran, since therre is always hope.I saw a door, and ran to it, but I fell before I could make it. I thought I was dead.
***
WAAEEYOOOOWAAEEYOOOO!
I woke up, hearing the loud siren of a ambulence. I wondered why. I tried to move, but every muscle in my body screached in protest. I gave up, thinking. The bomb incident soon rushed all to me. I am dead, I thought, but if I am dead, why am I still hurting everywhere?
I thought about Stormloop, and realized that he was probaly dead. There was no way he could have escaped the deadly, hot flames of the bomb.
I started to sob, now surprised that I could move, and opened my teary eyes. I was on the ground, and some people where crouched around me.
"She isn't dead!" one of them announced. He had a deep, conforting voice. "She is still lives, only part of her face is burned, and that will probably not heal ever again.
I then felt myself being lifted, brought into a ambulance. But where was my ever loyal tracker, Stormloop?
I fell asleep, and I woke up in a nice, comortable bed.
Meanwhile,
Stormloop shook his head. He was alive, and well. Stormloop was black, because of the dust and ashes that the flames threw up. He shook his whole body, removing all the ashes and such. Now Stormloop needed to find his owner. He ran now, but instead of feeling free and happy, he just felt depressed. What if she had died? Where would he go? He could not think straight. He ran, past loads of machineries and boxes. Stormloop had survived th danger by hiding in one of thos boxes. How the boxes had survives, Stormloop had no idea, and whas to busy to think about it. Besides he had survived, so what was the matter of breaking your head over that?
Stormloop arrived at the exit, the doors where swinging feebly from their hinges. Stormloop saw that it was now night. The 'police line, do not pass' was fluttering in the wind, and the place was empty. There where many signs that many people had come, but Stormloop needed to know where they had come from.
Stormloop looked around whith his sensor bar, and consentrated on his owner, whose name was Willow. He put his tongue to the ground, to trail her, as a loyal tracker he was would.
It was a long night. She trees seeme to be dancing when the wind picked up, and the shadows changed shapes when Stormloop walked by.
Stormloop finally arrived at his destanation. It was a hospital. The trail had been hard since it was in the middle of the road, and quite weak.
Stormloop ran inside, still following the trail. His heart thumped in his chest. He ran upstars, and barged into a small room. There on the bed lay Willow
***
"Stormloop!" I cried. "You came back!" I hugged him and layed back down. "I love you..." I whispered before falling asleep.
A few Months Later...
Stormloop ran ahead and wated patiently for me. We were in the old factory again, but this time it was burnt. I wondered if anyone was mad enough to return here.
Apparently he was.
Stormloop looked at me, and I think he was starting to be impatient. He really wanted to get revenge on the mad man, for what he did to me.
He started to stalk his way into the room, and suddenely jumped out, and started to run in circles around a figure that I had not seen.
He ran, and ran, until the figure fell down. I flicked open my cell phone, and dialed the station which I worked at. Stormloop stood watch, growling in a low and threatening way, and flashing his pointy teeth whenever the man tried to stand up, which would be quite hard, since Stormloop was over him.
A few minutes later, the police arrived.
"Well done, Stormloop and Willow!" congradulated one of the senior policemen.
"You have done well, Stormloop" Said I, and Stormloop sat and wagged his tail, making a soft thumping sound every time it hit the ground.
All was well, for now. There were plenty more missions and cases to do, and Stormloop and I intended to success at all of them.
Personality:Stormloop is loyal, kind, friendly, but he is very ferocious with the criminals he catches. Stormloop dissagrees on inflicting pain, even on evil people. Instead, he makes them weak and vunurable. He thinks that the worst ain someone could get is fear. Fear leaves you hollow and nervous, worried about your future.
Fur texture:Soft and silky and flexible. The wind passes through it easly when he runs, instead of blocking it and making him slower.
Likes:The wind passing around him, freedom, birds, doves, happiness, succeding, If Everyone Cared, caring
Dislikes:Violence, losing, the compete darkness (not even his markings glowing), evilness, criminals, spiders,
Age:2 years old
Experience as a tracker:1 years
Gender:male
Reason you want it:Wow, this is as great as the flight tracker. He is awsome and I love his soft, glowing green colors. He is a runner, and I love that. I love swirls and twirls! Oh, and I have a strong stomach! He's really great! I might make a deviant art account if I get him, to put art of him on it ;D
Other info:Stormloop is mostly used for criminals and such, like any other tracker, but he sometimes specializes in other places, such as running.
(owner's point of view on a few chapters)
The old factory.
I shivered. Not just from the cold, cold winds, but also from the evil which was lurking inside. We were here on a mission. It was to find a crazed cerial killer. I looked down, and saw Stormloop alert and tense.
"Stormloop!" I whispered urgently. He jumped and looked at me. "Did you find anything?"
Stormloop looked at me, with his sensor bar that is, and started to run. He ran quite quickly, but I managed to catch up with him.The mysterious shadows grew and shrinked as Stormloop ran by.
Finally, after a long run, I jogging more than running, Stormloop stopped quickly. We hid behind some machinery. He twisted his head quickly at the other room, a motion that meant "Look in there. Do it quickly and quietly".
I looked at him quizzicaly, after I had looked and saw nothing. All there was in the room was some cardboard boxes some old, empty bottles, some broken, and a empty pack of cigarettes I looked at him quizzicaly. He responded by tilting his head, again. I looked at it, but at the same time, Stormloop went inside. I thought to myself If he brought me here, there is something dangerous.
I looked back, wanting to alert him, but at the same time, he had jumped at a bomb. Stormloop clearly hadn't been taught how to denote a bomb, so the bomb exploded. The flames hadn't rached me yet. I only had one thought in my head, RUN!
So I ran. I could feel the flame's hot breath on my back. I knew I would not make it, but I still ran, since therre is always hope.I saw a door, and ran to it, but I fell before I could make it. I thought I was dead.
***
WAAEEYOOOOWAAEEYOOOO!
I woke up, hearing the loud siren of a ambulence. I wondered why. I tried to move, but every muscle in my body screached in protest. I gave up, thinking. The bomb incident soon rushed all to me. I am dead, I thought, but if I am dead, why am I still hurting everywhere?
I thought about Stormloop, and realized that he was probaly dead. There was no way he could have escaped the deadly, hot flames of the bomb.
I started to sob, now surprised that I could move, and opened my teary eyes. I was on the ground, and some people where crouched around me.
"She isn't dead!" one of them announced. He had a deep, conforting voice. "She is still lives, only part of her face is burned, and that will probably not heal ever again.
I then felt myself being lifted, brought into a ambulance. But where was my ever loyal tracker, Stormloop?
I fell asleep, and I woke up in a nice, comortable bed.
Meanwhile,
Stormloop shook his head. He was alive, and well. Stormloop was black, because of the dust and ashes that the flames threw up. He shook his whole body, removing all the ashes and such. Now Stormloop needed to find his owner. He ran now, but instead of feeling free and happy, he just felt depressed. What if she had died? Where would he go? He could not think straight. He ran, past loads of machineries and boxes. Stormloop had survived th danger by hiding in one of thos boxes. How the boxes had survives, Stormloop had no idea, and whas to busy to think about it. Besides he had survived, so what was the matter of breaking your head over that?
Stormloop arrived at the exit, the doors where swinging feebly from their hinges. Stormloop saw that it was now night. The 'police line, do not pass' was fluttering in the wind, and the place was empty. There where many signs that many people had come, but Stormloop needed to know where they had come from.
Stormloop looked around whith his sensor bar, and consentrated on his owner, whose name was Willow. He put his tongue to the ground, to trail her, as a loyal tracker he was would.
It was a long night. She trees seeme to be dancing when the wind picked up, and the shadows changed shapes when Stormloop walked by.
Stormloop finally arrived at his destanation. It was a hospital. The trail had been hard since it was in the middle of the road, and quite weak.
Stormloop ran inside, still following the trail. His heart thumped in his chest. He ran upstars, and barged into a small room. There on the bed lay Willow
***
"Stormloop!" I cried. "You came back!" I hugged him and layed back down. "I love you..." I whispered before falling asleep.
A few Months Later...
Stormloop ran ahead and wated patiently for me. We were in the old factory again, but this time it was burnt. I wondered if anyone was mad enough to return here.
Apparently he was.
Stormloop looked at me, and I think he was starting to be impatient. He really wanted to get revenge on the mad man, for what he did to me.
He started to stalk his way into the room, and suddenely jumped out, and started to run in circles around a figure that I had not seen.
He ran, and ran, until the figure fell down. I flicked open my cell phone, and dialed the station which I worked at. Stormloop stood watch, growling in a low and threatening way, and flashing his pointy teeth whenever the man tried to stand up, which would be quite hard, since Stormloop was over him.
A few minutes later, the police arrived.
"Well done, Stormloop and Willow!" congradulated one of the senior policemen.
"You have done well, Stormloop" Said I, and Stormloop sat and wagged his tail, making a soft thumping sound every time it hit the ground.
All was well, for now. There were plenty more missions and cases to do, and Stormloop and I intended to success at all of them.
Personality:Stormloop is loyal, kind, friendly, but he is very ferocious with the criminals he catches. Stormloop dissagrees on inflicting pain, even on evil people. Instead, he makes them weak and vunurable. He thinks that the worst ain someone could get is fear. Fear leaves you hollow and nervous, worried about your future.
Fur texture:Soft and silky and flexible. The wind passes through it easly when he runs, instead of blocking it and making him slower.
Likes:The wind passing around him, freedom, birds, doves, happiness, succeding, If Everyone Cared, caring
Dislikes:Violence, losing, the compete darkness (not even his markings glowing), evilness, criminals, spiders,
Age:2 years old
Experience as a tracker:1 years
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