Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Zandalen]

Yeah I love wild trackers more than any other type of tracker so I think I'll sit this one out.^^
Good luck to everyone who is going after these trackers.

[sheep.]

Yeah I love wild trackers more than any other type of tracker so I think I'll sit this one out.^^
Good luck to everyone who is going after these trackers.

Yeah, me too. ^^
I might write something for 20. I'm just glad I'mn not in for 21 o_o

[Zandalen]

Yeah I love wild trackers more than any other type of tracker so I think I'll sit this one out.^^
Good luck to everyone who is going after these trackers.

Yeah, me too. ^^
I might write something for 20. I'm just glad I'mn not in for 21 o_o

I might just go for one of them for fun but I'm not quiet sure yet.^^

[sheep.]

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[cedaar]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7

Username:
Snowballz is Epic
Tracker Dog you want:

Tracker Dog #21 I Available until the 27th
Gender: Male
Target acquired.. Ready to fire..
The first Tracker to come with actual weaponry. He's an experiment on both the reactions of his future owners, and himself. The gun is attached to his nervous system through a series of tubes implanted into the dog's spinal cord. The tubes are protected by the belt clipped around the dog to prevent the gun from shifting during a run. The gun can be taken off by disconnecting the tubes from the two sockets in the dog's back. The gun itself is loaded with a paralytic substance, though can be changed to fire off another chemical by changing the chemical container. When fired, a stream of this substance will be shot towards the attacker and will paralyze him upon contact with skin. The dog himself is made immune for the effects.

To prevent abuse of the gun, this Tracker is very well trained and will only listen to a "fire" command when dealing with an armed suspect. He will never strike unarmed civilians. The gun will not work unless commanded by the Tracker. If someone tries to abuse his fire power, he will run away and return to the facility in which he was made. The original plan was to give the gun to a Normal or Wild Tracker, but only a Stealth can carefully calculate the distance and firepower needed to take down a criminal. Added with his natural speed and agility, he's perfect for all sorts of missions.

Name you'll give it:
Kaku
Meaning of Name:
It means Nuclear in Japanese. (It looks like this in Japanese writing: 核 )
Reason why you want it:
This Tracker.... It just calls to me. It is almost as if this tracker is sitting in front of me whispering "Please go for me... Please." and I'm like "But I know I'll never win!"... But I'm convinced, I just can not turn him down! We just clicked. Just like that, it's like "CLICK". I swear, his gun is loaded with AWESOME and my LONGING. I really, truly, have a deep connection with this Tracker, and even if I don't win him, I know that whoever becomes his owner is a dang lucky fellow.

I love how he is so different from the other Trackers, how he shines through that cloud of normal, how he is that bird that escaped the flock and is now his own being. He is so original and beautiful. My heart is literally aching as I write this form (or maybe it's just that stale Tootsie Roll I ate), but I am truly putting all my heart into this form.

I love his amazing brown markings and EPIC plasma rifle. I also really love stealth trackers, and this one... It's just... Epic. I have always wanted a Tracker dog, and this will be my first one. I'm so happy that this one is up for adoption. It's so awesome! Excuse me, but I must now jump for joy.

Okay, I seriously spent at least 4 hours on just my story, so I really hope that I get Kaku, I really want him. This is the longest form I have ever written, and I promise you that if I win him, he will NEVER collect even a mere speck of dust. I swear, he is soooooooooooooooooooooo awesome!! No, no he's EPIC. Oh yeah. :B

I love the paralytic gun! It's so awesome! I mean, gosh, he was epic without it, but with it I'm like "OMG IT'S SO EPIC!!!!!!!". He's so cool! I'm a "tom-girl", as many call me. So yeah, I think this is epic. When I'm with my friends MochaLove23 or Bluestar222 I'm always like "Oh my gosh, that man is stealing all of the waffles from Cub Foods! I'll save you!" (or "IMMA FIRIN MEH MACHINE GUN!!") and then act like I'm being shot, so yeah, epic right?

I saw him for just a moment and I'm like; "Whoa,". I fell in love with Kaku like there's no tomorrow (which is fairly possible if I don't win him, rofl). He is just so freaking amazing. I'm just... Wow. It can't even be described in words how I felt when I saw Kaku. I REALLY want him... Like, so bad. But I'm not going to beg for him, so yeah, I'm done lecturing you.

I LUV HIM!!! AHHHHH!!! Okay, I'm done now.
If I Got Him...
I would run around my house screaming like I did two nights ago when I got my Blue Rose Dog. Anyway, I would draw him... Like, all the time. And I would write a story for him. I would give him a special spot at the top of my character thread, so he can protect it from evil-do-ers with his epic machine gun.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Most likely, yes. Or maybe a comic...
Describe its personality:
Obedient- Kaku has been highly trained, so he is very obedient. He will not fire unless ordered, and will obey absolutely anyone, as long as he knows that what they are telling him to do is what he believes to be right.
Strong- Because of all his hard work and training, Kaku is very strong and muscular despite his small size. I mean, he has to be strong if he's going to have an extremely heavy plasma rifle on his back.
Determined- Since he is popular in missions, Kaku must be determined and strong willed to fight enemies of sizes much larger than his own. Though he may sometimes not follow direct orders, Kaku only does what he believes to be "right".
Popular- Kaku is popular among both human and Trackers alike, though he is trained not to become caught up in popularity, since that could distract him form his missions. he is likable because of 1. His plasma rifle, 2. His bright and helpful personality, 3. His originality.
Intelligent- Kaku, being a Stealth, he has to be at least somewhat intelligent. Kaku always seems to make the right decision, and his intelligence seems to match his accuracy and speed.
Seemingly Dangerous- Everything about Kaku hollers "dangerous"; his dark colors, his x's, his plasma rifle; it all says he's a dangerous guy. But deep inside, I think he's a softie.
Loyal- Kaku will stick by yours side, no matter the situation. Even if he has to put his own life in danger, Kaku will be by your side, ready to kill just to protect you.
Mysterious- His dark colors which trick the eye tell me his mysterious background. I find it interesting how everyone else going for him says he's gray, but he looks brown to me. and the x's make him look even more mysterious, and the green glowing essence in his gun makes you ponder.
Brave- Kaku is brave, since he has been trained to save lives and potentially end lives. And sometimes (well most of the time), Kaku will put his own life on the line for others.
Important- Kaku is an important part in almost anything; from missions to experiments, to really anything, Kaku is very important part of it all.
Speedy- Since he is a Stealth Tracker, Kaku is extremely fast and energetic, even with that large gun attached to his nervous system. Many admire his speed and agility, even other Stealths.

Likes:
Others- Kaku is kind to everyone and likes everyone, as long as they are not hornets.
Plasma Rifles and Machine Guns- Obviously, Kaku loves weapons, especially Plasma Rifles (since he has one attached to his nervous system) and machine guns.
Family- Kaku would give anything just to curl up beside a warm fire with his mother and two sisters and brother, but nothing would make him happier then to have a loving owner in his life and be apart of THEIR family.
Practice- Kaku is a Tracker that loves to practice everything he loves, such as shooting his plasma rifle, and being the best Tracker dog physically possible.
Nex- Kaku loves his creator to death, and would never betray his loving owner, in honor of her.
Dislikes:
Hornets-Kaku hates hornets, he just loathes everything about them. Even on his first day of training, he HATED hornets, and is making his way to wiping out every last one of the little buggers in a ten mile radius.
Drake- Well, Drake injured his sister, so he doesn't like him since he took his sister away from him, and his mother.
Failing- No one likes to fail (except maybe me), but Kaku despises failure. It makes him feel as though he is not good enough, and he must be perfect to be top notch.
Being Lower Than Another- Kaku hates having others be better than him, and feels as though he has to be top dog to be his best.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Target acquired..
My name is Kaku, and I am different from other Trackers. Ever since I was a pup, people knew I was different.
Ready to fire...
And this... this is my story.
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It all started one afternoon when me, my sister, and the twins were born. Well, me and my 3 sisters (Yes, one twin is female, along with my two other sisters, one of which you will hear about soon enough). Yeah, we're a big family, but so what? We used to be an even bigger family, but that has changed now. It was a sunny spring day, and our mother was licking us clean of all the grime that was on us, and urging us to stand. I didn't want to disappoint my mum, so I stood up. My mother stared down at us lovingly. Then I turned to see the happy faces of the watching creatures. I later figured out that they were humans. I heard a few of them gasp at something, I wasn't quite sure what. Then a pair of hard human hands reached into the pen to pat me, but my mother turned and snapped at him angrily in an attempt to protect us. The man's finger was suddenly dangling limply, bright red blood trickling down his hand, making red stains on our news papered floor. I later figured out the red blood on our floor belonged to Drake, the man who helps with the special weaponry Trackers, the one who all the Trackers say is the meanest person in the facility. I turned to look at our mother who had her face crumpled angrily. Then I saw the man's hardened face, and I could tell this wouldn't end well.
And guess what?
I was right.
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One day Drake returned with a bunch of other men with clip boards, and pens, and ropes. Drake's face was hard and determined, just as it had the day his finger died. I noticed all that remained of his finger was a stump, and I turned to my mother, who was snarling at the men. I felt my sister tense as Drake opened the gate to our pen. He told a man behind him to give him the rope, and the man handed it to him. Drake leaned forward and attempted to slip the rope around my sister's neck.
That's when time stood still.
I saw everything.
I saw my sister lunge at him, heard her snarl, saw her puppy teeth sink deep into his arm.
I saw Drake screech, saw that moment's glance he gave our mum, saw his hand come in contact with my sister's side.
I saw my sister fly across the pen, saw her hit the wall with amazing speed, saw her limp body on the ground in our pen.
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My sister was rushed the the hospital wing, but she never made a full recovery. They had kept her in the hospital for a long time, resulting in me and my family never seeing her again. That was because one day the doctors came in to do her surgery, and she was gone, and the window was smashed with blood-stained glass shards scattered on the floor. The doctors ordered a search-and-rescue party.
But I knew better.
I knew it was no use.
Because no one ever found her.
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I came back to my pen everyday, and I always felt as though I'd come home and she'd be there waiting for me. But she never returned. It took me a long time to get over her disappearance, and potentially her death. Some days I'd sit in the corner of my pen, crying because I missed her. Then one day, Drake came back to take me. This time, mum didn't snap, nor did I. Me and my mother both knew what good that did us. My remaining sisters whined, but I was brave. Drake took me too a bright room with metal tables in rows throughout the room. Nex, owner of the facility, was standing in the room. Tubes and surgical equipment lay on the metal tables. But that didn't matter. What really mattered to me were tons and tons of weapons lining the walls. I looked at the walls in awe, thinking, "Oh... My... Goodness...". Then Nex came over and put me on a table, strapping me down with belts that were attached to the table. I didn't struggled as Drake walked over to the wall, taking a large gray gun containing glowing green liquid off the wall and bringing it over to Nex and me. A doctor injected me with some drug and I fell asleep immediately. But not before I saw the doctor raise a knife and Drake getting some tubes from a neighboring table.
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When I awoke I felt drowsy. But I tried to stand up, and I felt a heavy metal item weighing me down. I could literally feel it in my nerves. I looked around in alarm, and heard Drake discussing the 'amazing job' Nex had accomplished. I automatically knew that they had surgically attached the plasma rifle to my nerves. That's what was weighing me down. I was screaming on the inside, like "How they HEY did they accomplish this?" and "How am I supposed to walk with this giant gun ATTACHED to my nervous system?" and "Is this even safe?" and following that thought was "OMG WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE,". I mean, yeah, having a paralytic gun surgically attached to you is darn cool, but I was, like, freaking out. Then Nex noticed I was awake and smiled at me. Drake walked over and started removing tubes and IVs that were attached to my body. Nex walked over with a shot, smiling as she injected the drug into my bloodstream. "Oh great." I thought, and then it went black again.
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I awoke outside. How I knew I was outside was a mystery to me, considering I had never left my facility before. I sniffed the air as a hornet buzzed past. I sniffed the new creature, unsure what it was or why it was here. I stung my nose with its pointy butt. i tried out my plasma rifle then. "Fire." I whispered to the gun. I heard a sound that could only be described as a high-powered noise. Then a green glowing liquid shot over my head and hit the hornet square in it's ugly little face. I heard sizzling and then the hornet dropped to the ground in a pile of green liquid, dead, as far as I could see. I smiled, satisfied at my new weapon. I turned to see Nex and her posse of men with clipboards. Nex was smiling at me, clearly satisfied, and the men in her posse were scribbling something on their clipboards. Nex nodded satisfyingly and then she stepped towards me. She told me, "Shoot at the target, not at the wildlife." she was laughing as I noticed the targets in front of me for the first time. I whispered orders to my gun again, "Target acquired." I whispered. "Ready to fire... Alright, steady.... FIRE!" a green liquid shot above my head again, hitting the target with amazing accuracy. I smiled again, listening to the sizzle of the target and the scraping sound of the posse's pencils taking notes on their clipboards. Nex was smiling at me again. I was satisfied. We continued this process until the men in Nex's posse ran out of paper to scribble notes on. Then Nex slipped a leash over my neck and walked me into the facility. I didn't return to my mother's pen, though. I was brought to a bunker filled with unclaimed Tracker dogs. I curled up on a free pillow, ignoring the stares of the nearby Trackers, just like Nex had instructed, as I drifted off to sleep.
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I woke up the next morning with the other Trackers in my bunker were drooling over my plasma rifle; one of which was my sister. "Where did you get that?" she asked me, nudging my gun with her cold, wet nose. I was happy to see, and I sat up, nuzzling her face. "Nex gave it to me, it's surgically attached to my nervous system and my spinal cord. But don't worry, it doesn't hurt." I added as I saw the horror in her face. Then Nex walked in, smiling. "Ready for some more training?" she asked me. my tail started thumping the ground, and I raced towards Nex, who laughed as I bolted out the door. She took me outside again, and the same targets were set up for me to soot at. The hornet's body was gone, and I felt excitement course through my nervous system. I locked all senses on the targets in front of me. I took a few steps back to challenge myself. "Target acquired." I said the familiar words. "Fire." then green substance shot once again from above my head, hitting the bull's eye on the farthest target. Nex looked at me proudly, and I was excited. Then a large hornet buzzed past my head. I hate hornets. Hate them. I blasted the darned creature right out of the sky. Then I stalked off in search of the hive. Nex followed slowly, but she didn't tell me to come back. On silent paws, I swiftly padded towards to woods in which the hornet had came. Then I spotted my target. A large, oval hornets' nest hung from a nearby birch tree. My mission was clear; "You Must Kill the Queen to Kill the Hive.". I whispered the words to my gun. "Target acquired." I said, excitement coursing through me. "Ready to fire... Hold steady... Alright... FIRE!" the bast shot over my head and hit the hive with exceptional accuracy. The hive exploded into shards of hive and green liquid. Hornets shattered the floor, dead. Few twitched slowly, but they soon died also. I searched the rubble for the queen, and fund her in the middle of the hornets. "Mission accomplished." I said, satisfied. I turned to see Nex staring at me with wide eyes, but I could see the proud gleam in her eyes. I knew I had done well.
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The days continued on and on, every day the same. Wake up, train with Nex, rest, eat, chat, eat, sleep, repeat. Five months later, my training sessions ended. I had done boot camp, special weaponry, agility courses, and others. It had been fun, but I was super excited to finally become a full time Tracker. I was put up for adoption, along with my sister. The twins were put up for adoption about halfway through our adoption period. Everyone was drooling over me, and I felt bad for the other Trackers, since I felt like I was hogging all the attention. But people went overboard with their forms for me, and I was proud. The days passed and people continued to bulk up their forms. They made fan art, wrote stories, and had amazing reasons for wanting me, along with the twins and my sister. I was excited. For all of us.
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Today is a day before I'm given out to the winner. Today, my sister is being adopted. When I awoke this morning, she was already up, grooming her spring-patterned pelt. I walked up to her, excited for her sake. "Hey." I said to her. "Don't interrupt my concentration." she replied in a strong, yet nervous, voice. I laughed playfully. Her teal eyes flashed a look of anger at me. "Do you not realize how much this means to me?" she snapped. I lowered my head. "I know. I'm sorry." I barked. Her teal eyes softened and I saw a tear run down her soft, white face. "No, I'm sorry." she said, trying to hold her voice steady. "It's just... It's just... I'm-" she burst into a fit of tears. "Hey, hey, hey..." I said soothingly. "It'll be fine." although I wasn't so confident myself. "No it won't." my sister whined. Then an announcement blasted through the facility speakers, "Number 20, please report to the adoption stage, Number 20, please report to the adoption stage. Thank you." the speakers crackled as the announcement ended. I turned to my sister, wiping the tears from her face. "You'll be fine." I managed a smile. My sister put on a tough face and we walked out together. We arrived at the adoption stage where a large crowd of hopeful people was gathered. "Good luck." I smiled at her, and she nodded. She padded to the stage, and Nex stepped out with a microphone. She announced the winner and there was a ripple of unhappy losers and a few happy people. I smiled ear to ear as my sister was hugged excitedly by her new owner.
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Today was the day. I awoke sweating my pelt off. I was sure this wasn't very good for my gun, but that didn't matter to me. I rushed around and licked my pelt until I felt as though my tongue would fall off. I gleamed with health, and my muscles rippled under my silky pelt. I smiled, not as nervous as my sister had been, but I was still darn nervous. Shaking, I noticed the speakers crackle, a sure sign of an up coming announcement. Sure enough, a moment later the announcer's voice boomed through the facility, nearly identical to yesterday announcement, "Number 21, please report to the adoption stage, Number 21, please report to the adoption stage. Thank you." I grinned and padded out the door, checking over my appearance to make sure I looked good.
I padded onto the stage with utmost confidence, and Nex walked onto the stage.
The huge, hot spotlights made me sweat out of my pelt, but I knew I looked dazzling.
With a wink from Nex, we both put on a big grin.
Then I looked into the crowd of hopefuls, and saw her.
A girl, sitting there with my long lost sister.
She had been found.
But that didn't matter to me quite yet.
Because...
This was it.


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[Hereisdan]

Seriously, guys? You used to be all over this place for Stealths and now you want others? Ffffffff. How odd. :u
I'm not mad or anything, by the way.

no i thought it was the areials that everyone was always all over? Hmmmm i really like the gun tracker but i just cant connect to him oh well good luck to the people who are going for him

[Chasta]

#21 is epic! But I'll be posting my form on one of the last days so I know if I'll stand a chance or not. That, and so I'll have time to worrk on both stories and not end up killing them by trying to rush through them.

I love the Wild Trackers, but this one is too cool to pass up! That, and lately we've been getting more of the Trackers that are harder to get instead of the Normals and Wilds.

[berd]

So #20 can be trained for comforting hostages in a hostile environment; and stay calm?
I'm not sure if we can just train these guys for anything ^^;

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.:: Username ::.

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.:: Tracker Dog you want ::.

The handsome, amazing, #21

.:: Name you'll give it ::.

毒素兵器 or Dokusei Heiki [Meaning "Toxic Weapon" in Japanese]





.:: Reason why you want it ::.

Oh lord, where do I begin? I want to say "Everything! I adore everything!", but I don't think that covers it... He's just... Perfect. I know that nothing can be physically perfect, but he seems that way to me. Everything about his design I love. He has no flaws in my eyes. Let's just name off everything:

.:: His Weapon ::.

I've never seen a Tracker with a weapon, and that just adds to how special he seems to me. He's one of a kind, no one else is like him. Individuality is always a good key point with my characters. I love to see things that stand out. Things that no one else has or has copied. He just fits the bill perfectly. I, personally, love weapons. I've found that I'm good with just about any kind. Guns, arrows, spears, things like that. He just seems to click with me on this level the most.

.:: His Colors ::.

As I said last time I tried for a tracker, I love cool colors and blacks. The grays and greens seem to fit this tracker well. He looks like a military dog to me. Like he would be trained to fight in wars or go on special missions. I really like the little x's. They stand out to me. I don't know why, but they really are one of my favorite parts of his design.

.:: Him In General ::.

I just love the Tracker Dogs. I've always wanted one since I first saw them, but I never had the guts to try. I've tried once before, but I didn't get her. I would adore to have this Tracker, he's just the most amazing one that I've seen yet. His pose, his colors, his weapon, his eyes, his pattern, everything about him is amazing! I just love it all. There's no other way to say it, except just make one whole entire post pouring out my feelings for this Tracker, which I'm not very inclined to do. I'll just settle with saying that if I could ever possibly win this amazing Tracker, I might just have a heart attack. Nex, you would be my new idol if I got him. I don't know how else to say how much I love this Tracker.

.:: Will it be used in any kind of story? ::.

Of course! I'd put him in a story with my other characters, write him his own story, everything possible to write for him will be written!

.:: Describe its personality ::.

Dokusei Heiki is a very loyal and doting Tracker. He would never disobey his master, and never stray from a mission. His mind works this way:

1st on the priority list: Obey his master.

2nd: Living necessities [Food, Water, Shelter, etc.]

3rd: Personal necessities.

Nothing can make him think any other way. He puts his job before his life. Basically, he has a one track mind. At times, an advantage, at other times, not so much. When he's off duty, he's very loving and sweet, always wanting to be right by his masters side no matter what. He follows his master everywhere they go. To eat, to the car, around the house, literally everywhere. He feels that it's his soul duty to protect his master from harm. One his missions, he takes everything very seriously, where some Trackers may joke around or take breaks, he refuses to stop until his mission is complete. This work ethic makes him a very capable criminal tracker, and search and rescue dog. He is also a very capable fighter, never backing down or feeling fear. He refuses to feel afraid of any opponent, because fear blocks out his true mission. Which, he could never let happen.

.:: Write an introduction for your Tracker ::.

Target locked... Ready to fire...

My eyes locked onto my next target. As I did, the battle field faded from my eyes and ears. All I saw was that man. My goal. My target. Something broke through my focus, I couldn't quite place it... It sounded like... Then it hit me.

Fire.

It sounded almost like a whisper to me, but I knew she must have been yelling. As I tensed my muscles in preparation to fire, I dug my claws into the sun-baked battle field. Then, I gave the simple command in my brain to fire. I could see it in slow motion, the paralization plasma, as I had learned to call it, shot out of the gun on my back, sending me skidding back a few inches. It flew through the air slowly, then hit the target directly in the back.

Time sped up again, and reality came back into focus. The humans were rushing at the man, who was stiffening rapidly. By the time they reached him, he had fallen to the ground, stiff as a board. As the man was rushed past me and towards our base for questioning, my master came over a smiled at me. Her smile made me relax. It let me know that my job was done for now.

Click, click, click, click... Screeeeeeeech... The sound of foot steps and metal being scraped across concrete.

I awoke with a start, my eyes still droopy with sleep and my mouth sticky with slobber. I rinsed out my mouth in the small water bowl as the guard walked into my cage. I was in the Tracker Pound. Most Trackers here called it the Prison though. People rarely came here and not very many Trackers left. Now was my time to be walked and then locked in my cold cell again. Left to dream about the days on the battle field.

The man clipped a chain to my collar and put the chain on a post in the center of a fenced in yard. He walked behind me, encouraging me to walk around in a circle. As I walked, I studied the paw prints in the dirt from thousands of Tracker paws. Some were tiny, pups paws. Others were large, but closer together, elderly paws. Then, there were some like mine. Large and taking confident strides. Most Trackers here were my age or older. Most of the pups died, most the the very old were put down. As I said, not very many Trackers made it out.

After a while, they led me back inside and locked the door. I sighed, and settled on the blanket in the corner of my cell. It smelled of hundreds of Trackers, of fear, of pain, of sadness, and... well... Drool. I rested my head on my paws and slowly drifted off again.

Click click, click click, click click... Screeeeech... The sound of two pairs of feet and metal scraping on concrete.

I awoke again to find the guard pulling me out of the cage to see another human. I'd never seen her before, but she was a striking resemblance to my old master. Her hazel eyes seemed friendly, but also slightly dark and careful. She had long blonde, curly hair pulled back into a braid that ran down her back. She was on the shorter side, but held an air of authority that filled the whole room. When she saw me, her eyes brightened and she knelt down to see me better. She looked like she felt a connection with me, and I felt the same.

For some reason, she didn't want to see any other Trackers. The guard pointed at bigger and more filled out looking Trackers, but she just shook her head and scratched behind my ears. After a while the guard seemed to give up, and she took my collar firmly in her hand, as if to say that she wasn't letting me go. The two fought in human gibberish for a while before the girl just turned heel and walked out with me trailing behind her.

Scritch click, scritch click, scritch click... The sound of a human and a Tracker walking side-by-side.

She led me out of the building and over to a small car. It was nothing fancy. I loved it. She opened the back door and I hopped in happily, feeling like a normal dog for once. I curled up in the backseat among all of her things that she had stored back there. Everything smelled like her. It was an indescribable scent, but it made me feel some how content. I buried my nose in a pile of her things and dozed off in the back seat, finally content... My dreams weren't ones of the past, but they were of her and I. I didn't need the battle field anymore.

[sheep.]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6

Tracker Dog #20 I Available until the 26th
Gender: Female
With a white coat and bright markings, this Tracker isn't very profound during rough, dark missions. She was created for smaller missions, where her less dangerous appearance would not scare hostages. She is well able to take on other tasks than rescue missions, and will even be fit to guard places due to her active personality.

Username: Mini

Tracker Dog you want: #20 ; The stealth <3

Name you'll give it: Ora ; I' not sure what it means, but it sure is pretty just like her and I think it fits her well

Nickname: - none -


Reason why you want it: She is beautiful <3 I have the perfect idea in mind for her, she will be a beach patrolist. For many reasons alerting if people are drowning, or being bugged. With her colors she will fit in well. Her personality is also lovely, and being active, bright and alert is perfect.

Will it be used in any kind of story?: Yes ~

Describe its personality:

Alert
Ora is super alert, always on the look out. Her sensors are strong, and used to blowing sand or the oceans spray. She has a great scent power through sand and water. Its hard in water but she can find people eventually.

Bright/Smart

Ora is very smart, she can easily tell scents apart from other mixed scents and people apart from people. It seems challenging maybe for other trackers, including species but not for her. Not for a stealth. She is perfect for slinking around beaches, picking out disstressed scents, from annoyed scents to happy scents and tired ones.


Active
Ora is a very active tracker, running around the beach before it is opening, always trotting and sniffing around. She uses lots of energy, but doing it all the time makes her fit and can easily catch up to a person. She is excellent at chasing since people start to slow down as she speeds up.


Loyal/Trust Worthy

Brave

Her Job: { what she will be used for }

Unnamed will be working full-=duty as a ''life-guard''. Walking the beaches of many places, and searching for people who might be drowning. She also works fully on cases near or by a beach or have a connection with beaches. Missing people lost in the ocean, or beaches and anything else to do with beaches and rescuing.

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