Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Amazonboy]

My sister and I are going to go for the new to

[icarusAbstracted]

Nex, the new ones are so adorable! I am going to die I want to try but I also want my custom. So I shall wait. Your evil, have I told you that yet?

Anywhosits, I just noticed I am still on the upgrade list even though I already have my Chanty. Just a little poke to remind you that there was something you forgot to do. d:

[Wifflebee]

2 ; Me & You

Derp. Nervousness is eating me alive ;a;

Me too!!! I'm so excited to see who gets wh! Good luck by the way!

[corgie]

Same to you c;

Nervousness has eaten me v.v

[Wifflebee]

A moment of silence for Mini. May she rest in peace. T.T Lolz. Sorry for the off topicness Nex! I'll shut up now. :X XD

[e v e n t e r]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7
( never had a tracker before eep I hope I get it)

Username: Dressage-Queen
Tracker Dog you want: #21
Name you'll give it: Keenan
Reason why you want it: He is an absolutely amazing animal, and I have been wanting a tracker dog for sooo long and I just enjoy him so much.

Will it be used in any kind of story?: Yes
Describe its personality: Keenan is stealthy as they come. His extra weaponry does not weigh him down when it comes to battle. He is used in the police and military forces. His intelligent mind keeps him ten steps ahead of his enemies, and all quiver in his presence. Though Keenan is a lethal force on the field, he is a loving partner at home, and will protect his family at all costs, where he belonged, with them and working to protect the world from things that could harm every species and race.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Keenan crept slowly through the dusty old shack that was, to the criminal's suprise, surrounded by government officials with powerful guns. He crept continuously, the man becoming more and more nervous as this strange creature came towards him. Keenan's tongue flicked, tasting the air around him and enjoying the taste of worry and fear that spewed off the man. His lips curled up slightly, feeling the intensity of this final stalk to subdue the ravenous criminal for good. The man went to lunge, but could not keep up with Keenan's agile form. Keenan leapt to the side and commanded for his weaponry to fire. The substance wrapped itself around the criminal and soon enough the fight was over, Keenan the winner. This was the life for him, fulfilling his need to help people while still using his natural instincts to work.

[Catalyst]

Are there going to be more Weapon Trackers with guns, or is this boy the only one there is going to be? Just curious. ^^

Scratch that, just saw the answer. XD

[Bluestar222]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7
Username: Bluestar222
Tracker Dog you want: #20
Name you'll give it: Liara
Reason why you want it: I feel like I have a deep connection with her and the minute I saw her I fell head over heels, I have never felt this way for another Tracker before! I hope you understand <3 I would give her plenty of art and love and wouldnt let her collect dust, I REALLY WANT HER!!

Will it be used in any kind of story? yes
Describe its personality:

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Liara stood petrified and hooked up in a lab. The scientists at Cafly Labs were running all these tests on her. All of a sudden, she felt a pinch in her right leg. Theres another blood test.... she thought. The scientist kept giving her medication to stay tired and sleepy. Liara tried to get away but she felt numb. she groaned and then everything went black. the last thing she had heard was "Succes..." in a hissy voice.

Liara woke up and gasped, her body was no longer black with red markings but white with pale blue and gold markings, she didnt know if she hated this or liked it. Liara wobbled around, she felt smaller and faster. She stared around the cage, no one came near her. she heard a moan and soon she was in a outside pen. She looked around, other Trackers were here. A male walked up to her. "Hi I'm Haziante." He smiled, shaking his pale blue body. (I have permission from MochaLove23) she smiled and blushed. "Nice to meet you! I'm Liara." she grinned, From that day on we were unseperatable... untill.

Liara gasped, looking around and Haziante was taken away. "Liara no!" He cried. Liara whined and tried to get to him but the humans held her back. Liara felt tears lace her vision as he was taken away. But she knew he would be happy with his new home with a human. That night Liara broke out of her pen and ran off into the woods, never looking back. Liara curled up, crying herself to sleep. She never got to tell Haziante she loved him. ~ Liara woke up the next morning and carried on. She knew the humans would be looking for her so she would have to stay far away from them. ~

Liara spent the rest of her days alone in the woods, she learned to stalk, hunt, and hide. She grew to a much older tracker and matured. she was pretty careful with herself and thought she did a good job at what she did, but sadly one day she got caught by the humans. She bumped around in the truck as they drove along, they stopped and soon once again Liara was cooped up in a pen. she waited and waited, finally a woman named Blue came along and took Liara in. Liara went home with Blue and it was a wonderful life! Liara had a nice warm home and everything was good. Blue had a friend named Mocha and one day they went over to see them. Liara gasped, Liara had heard Mocha had a tracker, but she wasnt expecting it to be Haziante!! The two friends were reunited, but Liara still didnt know if she could ever get the courage to tell Haziante she loved him.

[Catalyst]

:Tracker Dog Application Series 7:

.: Username: Catalyst

.: Tracker Dog you want: #21

.: Name you'll give it: Kohde Hankittu (meaning 'Target Acquired' in Finnish) Or Kody for short.


.:Brave, Loyal, Trustworthy:.
.:T a r g e t A c q u i r e d :.

.: Reason why you want it: He is incredible. I follow this forum topic very regulary, and I see this boy. I didn't want to enter at first, because I knew from the moment I saw him that there would be a ton of competition. I told myself that, but here I am. I just couldn't stay away.

.: Will it be used in any kind of story? Yes, a continuaion of the one for my form.

.: Describe its personality: He's a BLT. :3 Brave, Loyal, and Trustworthy. He is very protective of those that he holds dear. He is also kind of cocky. He is great at what he does, and he knows it. He could take down anyone at anytime, perfectly on command. His only downside is that he has a wall built around him. He doesn't trust easily because he is so incredibly well trained. He tolerates people, but only loves very few. He has a secret obsession with target practice, also. Almost an addiction. He pushes as hard as he can everytime, to ensure when he gives his weapon the command he will see his target fall. Around people he is the most comfortable even being so guarded. When he was raised in the lab, scientists would hardly let him around other trackers because of his experimental weaponry. This resulted in a little social awkwardness in his own species.

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

The depressing sights and sounds of the battlefield at dusk surrounded me. My comrades that were being drug back to the trench we were in. The new soldiers that had just arrived this morning were panicked, and my heart went out to them. I could see the hope in their eyes that everything would turn out alright. I knew without looking that that once warm hope was now replace by stone cold realization. They would learn that hope had an expiration date around here.
.:.:.:.
We were smack in the middle of World War III. We were all ultimately fighting for control of the Earth. Sounds crazy, right? Until a team of scientists found a new element in the core of our planet that could power an entire nation with just a few grams. I guess now Magmium was more important than lives. It was fair game, and this war would decide who gets it.
.:.:.:.
This war was unlike any other war the world had seen. Countries had been split. Families torn apart, and cities destroyed. Tanks protected every border. There had been many advances in this war such as strategies, weapons, and our most powerful allies, Trackers.
.:.:.:.
My tracker, Chase has been by my side for a long time. His original purpose was to be in the water, but like so many others, he had to change. His purposes were adapted to war life. All tracker owners had been hunted down and drafted. We hoped that having Trackers would give us an edge, but it also comes with a price. I feared for Chase’s safety every day; I couldn’t bear to lose him.
.:.:.:.
A harsh boom interrupted my thoughts. Our station had been hit by a grenade. I ran through the dust and debris looking for wounded soldiers, Chase glued to my side. There were people everywhere, and I was too late for many. The center of our line had been struck. Chase suddenly went rigid. “What is it?” I asked as I tried to follow his gaze. My eyes fell upon a gorgeous brown and green tracker with a gun strapped to his back lying on the ground. I made my way over to him. As I got closer, I saw that he was lying over his dead companion. Tracker’s loyalty will never cease to amaze me.
.:.:.:.
I slide over to him, and I slowly lowered my hand out. He snapped his head around and growled. I took a swift look at the threatening fire arm strapped to his back, and retreated. “Come on,” I soothed, “We need to get you back to Base, boy. That’s it, come on.” He just laid his head on his former trainer’s chest and let out a low whine.
.:.:.:.
Another round of gunfire filled the air. I knew we had to get back to the bomb shelter, or this Tracker wouldn’t make it through the night. I gave Chase an order, and he bit down on the Tracker’s neck. The stress on a pressure point instantly knocked him unconscious. I struggled to lift him and lay him across Chase’s back. We made our way back to Base Camp.

.:Kody:.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was at, and I couldn’t remember anything. I searched the room for my trainer. Then with staggering intensity, the night before came back to me. At first I wished I didn’t remember, the agony was so hard to deal with. When I came to my senses, I still couldn’t get a good read of my environment. I could only tell that I was in a small space with ‘bunks’, at least I think that’s what they’re called. I tried to stand up, but I fell right back down. It seemed that I couldn’t move my right front leg. My fell was broken by someone, another tracker. I bristled and growled, baring my teeth, even though my senses told me he was only here to help. How could I trust anyone again when everything I loved had been stripped away in an instant?
.:.:.:.
The other tracker stepped closer to me again. He whined and lifted his ears to let me know that he wasn’t trying to hurt me. I shut my ‘eyes’ and turned my head. Then I heard the girl walk in. I could feel the bond between her and this tracker instantly, and I longed to feel that again. Greif washed through me. She knelt down beside me and felt along my back. “Ow!” I yelped, but she didn’t let me go. “I’m sorry,” I heard her whisper. Unbearable pain surged through my whole body. She had pulled out the tube connecting the gun to my spinal cord. There was a tear in it, alarmingly close to where it connected in my back. I felt a sharp prick in my side, then pain as I felt some foreign substance course through my veins. Once again I succumbed to the darkness.

.:Catalyst:.

After sedating the Tracker and safely removing his weaponry, I went to work on mending the broken tube. If anything was wrong with it, it would throw of his motor skills, or mess up his nervous system. I ventured back out when I was finished to check the status of our station. One third of our forces had been lost in one night, but we had taken control of some ground. This fight was far from over.

.:2 months later:.

I looked to my right and saw Chase and the slightly limping Tracker walk out of the shelter together, coming towards me. “Looks like you have made a good recovery,” I said as I reached my hand towards the Tracker. He cringed back from my touch. I sighed. I knew I would be hard to gain his trust after what he had been through. I guess I could start with a name. Names ran through my mind, but none of them fit. The name would have to wait.
.:.:.:.
The choppers over our heads gave the signal for attack. We were being ambushed. I snapped, and Chase was at my side as I loaded my gun. I ran back into the medical tent to get the Tracker’s gun, also. I snapped the tubes back into his back, and then checked him for any movement problems. All was good. I slung my gun across my back and advanced onto the battlefield.

.:Kody:.

I don’t know why I followed her, I just acted on imulse. I ran beside the dog she called Chase, and it felt good to have a purpose again, I felt as if I had grown soft in recovery. We slid our way down into our own little trench and prepared for battle. Many of the enemy charged towards us. Together, the three of us took down anyone that came near. My adrenaline was surging, and I felt a sense of victory and pride. Then, an unfamiliar, paralyzing scent hit my nose. “Poison gas!” Catalyst yelled. “It was supposed to be banned… inhumane…. I can’t believe it.” She pulled out Chase’s oxygen mask from her backpack and put it on him. “Try to stay out of really low places, and stay out of the bottom of this hole.” I then realized that I didn’t have my mask with me, my former trainer had it. If this gas filled my breath, I would either suffocate or literally cough my own lungs up. I saw Cat frantically search through her bag for another Tracker mask. She stopped, and I knew that she hadn’t found another one. My heart sank as my life had
suddenly been shortened.
.:.:.:.
Cat took of her own gas mask and put it around my head. I drew in a heavy, gasping breath. “No!” I thought as I looked at her. “You need this!” I looked around for help. Dread filled my mind as I heard her cough for the first time. I had to get her back to base or the gas would smother her. Failure was not an option. Then, I heard a yelp from Chase, followed by a wheeze. His oxygen had been depleted. “Go!” I wanted to yell at him “Trust me to keep her safe”. He had no other choice as I urged him back towards camp. With one final glance towards his close to unconscious trainer and companion, he ran back towards our station. “Kody,” I heard Cat
barely whisper, I sprang into action as her eyes fell shut.
.:.:.:.
With her across my shoulders in front of the gun, I made my way back through no man’s land. With every cough, I knew her chances of survival were getting slimmer. My muscles were tired and my legs were giving out as I stumbled back to Base. Medics rushed to get her from me to clear her lungs. Chase was already in treatment, and my Cat was taken from me. All I could think was, “Not again.” I waited, as soldiers came back to camp, and the gunfire ceased. I managed to take of the now useless oxygen mask off of my head, and sleep overtook me.
.:.:.:.
The morning sun streamed through the clouds and woke me. I got up and slowly pushed my way into the tent. I saw her laying on a cot with so many things hooked to her. It hit me hard to see her like that, and I lowered my head. I trotted to her side and sat down by Chase who was already there. She turned towards us. “I don’t know what I would do without my boys,” she whispered. When she referred to me as ‘hers’ my heart skipped a beat. I had never felt like this before. Catalyst put a hand on each of our heads. As I leaned into her touch, I felt our bond form. At that moment, I knew we belonged to each other.



Epilogue = WIP! The titles are changes in points of view, just in case I need to clarify.

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[Red_Falcon]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7
Username: Red_Falcon
Tracker Dog you want: 20
Name you'll give it: Sierra
Reason why you want it: I'm in love with everything about it: the design, the type of Tracker, the gender, the personality, the coloring... Everything about it. I've been looking for adoptables with a certain personality to use in a story to use in a story, but I haven't found one yet and this Tracker fits what I'm looking for perfectly.

Will it be used in any kind of story? Yes, most likely once I get my second Tracker.
Describe its personality:

Gentle/Comforting

Sierra hates to hurt anything and anybody. Whenever there's an insect in her owner's house, she usually tries to find a way to let it escape back outside. Other than insects, she's been known to help comfort hostages, or people who have been in traumatic situations in general. On missions, she's often found sitting next to the people and helping them relax.

Kind/Nice

Along with being gentle, she is always trying to help everybody in need. When she's not doing missions, she's often seen at a charity with her owner. She always tries to be kind, whether the person is irritating her or not. However, she does lose control once in a while under extreme conditions. Of course, the one person she never snaps at is her owner.

Protective

Although she may be kind and gentle, the few times she isn't is when she's defending herself, her owner, or any life is in danger. However, she still isn't willing to harm the criminal, so she usually just bites them on the arm and pins them down while her owner takes care of everything else. If needed, she is willing to do serious damage in order to defend anything.

Intelligent

Because she usually stays in the background, she has been able to listen to and observe many things, causing her to learn. Her experience of watching other people succeed has helped her accomplish missions before, and no doubt it will come in handy again. She is also capable of figuring out puzzles in order to get past obstacles needed to accomplish the mission.

Loyal

She may be seen and not heard, but unless ordered by her owner, she never leaves her owner's side. It's not just because she's trying to protect her owner, but also because her owner is her best friend. There is nobody more important to Sierra than her owner. Even when she is away from her owner, it's against her will and she has no choice.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Two Years Ago
Sierra lay exhausted in the Dump on top of a van. She had just been chased away from the Butcher's garbage can, trying to find food. The Butcher was carrying a huge knife, but thanks to her being a stealth tracker, she was just agile and fast enough to escape. All of a sudden, a man wearing a suit came up to her. Being too tired to run anymore, she just laid there. Gently, the man picked her up and brought her to his car. Now beginning to panic, Sierra tried to get out of the car, but saw the man saved her when the van she was laying on was suddenly squished. It was a huge shock that she could have been killed and a stranger saved her, but she was still frightened now that the car had started moving. At the first stop light, the man turned around and said, "My name's Brandon. I work part-time at this Dump, but I'm really a police officer. I'm one of the people that goes in an saves hostages; I'm a member of the SWAT team. If it's alright with you, I'd like to make you my partner and bring you on missions. The team would do all of the work, but you'd be perfect to help make things easier for the hostages." It was a lot to take in, but Sierra nodded and agreed to Brandon being her owner.

Eventually, the two arrived at Brandon's house. Getting out of the car, Sierra realized he owned a Porsche and had a mansion, making her wonder why he chose to be a garbage man as his another job. Snapping out of staring thanks to Brandon calling her, she followed him into the house and into what was supposed to be the living room. It was like something you saw in moves; above the huge, fancy fireplace, there was a giant flat-screen TV. In the rest of the room were pure white couches and chairs with a glass coffee table on top of a white fuzzy rug. Brandon walked over and sat on a chair, so Sierra walked over and laid down on the rug. For the next two years, the two lived quietly with the occasional small mission once every few months.
Then the incident at the airport came.

Today
There were police cars and SWAT vans everywhere at the airport. Armed terrorists were somewhere in the airport and were holding hostages. Sierra nudged Brandon's leg, asking to go in and find where the terrorists' hideout was. Brandon was unsure it was safe, but they had no other option, so he nodded. Bolting off into the airport, Sierra's agility and speed had come in handy yet again as she soundlessly ran through the airport. Finally, she skidded to a stop as she heard shouting and screaming coming from a coffee shop in the middle of the airport. Memorizing the exact spot, Sierra hurried out of the airport and back to Brandon. Now that they knew where the terrorists were, they could safely move in and surround the area.

However, once they were surrounding the coffee shop, a terrorist shouted out, "Get back or I blow this little girl's head off!" You could hear the child, the mother, and all the other hostages screaming. Everybody could see the terrorist and child, who looked about only seven years old. Looking back at Brandon, Sierra gave him one nod and then ran away from the coffee shop. Brandon wondered what she was doing, but he knew it had to be something good based on the timing. He just wished she'd hurry up; they couldn't back away, since the terrorists would probably just kill everybody, so it was only a matter of time. Then, just barely, Brandon could see hostages sneaking out a back door. Sierra, he thought.

Sierra had successfully gotten about 2/3 of the hostages out, and only the ones that were to risky to rescue were left. Those people were the child, the child's family of three other people (the mother, father, and an infant,) an elderly man, and a buisness woman. By now, Sierra was back at Brandon's side and it was time for the SWAT team to move in. The terrorists had discovered the evacuation, and they were getting angry. As the SWAT team moved in, the terrorist with the child got startled and fell, causing the little girl to break free and run back to her family. The SWAT members got control of the terrorists while Sierra was helping get the hostages out of the room. Everything had gone perfectly.

The terrorists were in jail, the hostages were back home, nobody was injured, let alone killed, and it was another accomplished mission. This was by far the most dangerous mission Sierra and Bandon have been on so far, but because of Sierra's decision to sneak hostages out the back door, everything was easier and shorter. If she hadn't thought of the idea, the terrorists could have been in the airport holding hostages for days, and no doubt killed some in the process.

The next day, Brandon's doorbell rang. When he and Sierra opened the door, they found nobody standing at the doorstep. In the person's place, they found a note. Sierra noticed it first and picked it up, then gave it to Brandon. It said...

Because of you and your stupid mutant dog, four of our men are in prison for life. We will get revenge, so watch out.