Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[corgie]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6

Life is based on simplicity of your choices but is deeply within your choices to fix them or let them bleed out until they turn cold and harden, becoming a subject of hopelessness cries ~


Username: SkyeCorgi
Tracker Dog you want: #18
Name you'll give it: Skorpion { because I liked it with a ''k'' better than a ''c'' plus I think it fits her }
Nickname: Skorp.

Reason why you want it: She was calling to me </3. He design is beautiful, stealth or not I love her. She fits the perfect idea in my head which was for a stealth tracker but she fits it just fine.

Will it be used in any kind of story? Yes, I have a good plot for her and she will be one of the main characters ^^.

Describe its personality:
She is very loyal, and brave. She always listens to commands but sometimes does what she thinks is best which usually is the best. She is also very sweet and patient, sometimes they think she should help ''train'' other trackers since she has a way of doing things that are very successful.
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Beginning of story
She is very loyal, willing to do anything but she has fears. Fear of death, and missions that have been failed. She is afraid to do work, putting her life at risk. She isn't brave but she wants to help, she just had a past that made her broken inside. No strong enough to bring her will back to duty and work. Her will isn't strong enough to complete the easiet of missions.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
{ Herp derp, I'm writing 2 or three ''parts'' for her, in case of losing my story I'm writing and saving them in microsoft word }
Prolouge
There is was, in front of me the life was ending ebbing away from the darkness that had caused it. She melted away from my presence, a twitch, her eyes no longer shone. I saw for the first time truely, her life fade away I couldn't stop it for it was my faults she died. It struck me so hard, so deeply I couldn't make that mistake again... I just couldn't. I wasn't going to work anymore, no more worries, no more missions was my plan.. but indeed had it failed?
Story Part 1
Darkness stretched out across the world, cradling in it's horrible dusk. I panted hard as we ran through slippery streets and chased down a very dangerous man. My paws hurt, I was tired but I kept pushing myself I had to catch him. A chopper roared ahead of me, it's blades sharp slicing the air. I shuddered at the thought of ever riding in one, but pushing the thought away I ran faster gaining speed and stamina. I sped past my master, he was panting horribly also slowing down. I ignored that and caught up to the criminal, snarling I tackled him down pinning his face into the ground. He tried to wriggle free and grab me, but I kept a strong stance.
Soon my master and other men, came I jumped off the criminal as he attempted to run. They grabbed him and cuffed his hands, I sat down proud of him being put away, for his crimes. '' Once a criminal always a criminal '' I thought. I wagged my tail in delight as he was put in a heavily guarded van and brought to cells. Master came up to me, and nodded a grin on his face and patted my head. He walked over to his car, opening the door for me I jumped in and closed it like her taught me too. We started off home, soon arrived down the gravel road onto his dirt driveway I jumped out. Feeling the softness on my paws, I felt happier as the pain ebbed away from them. Luckily they didn't bleed, but he had to put special cream on them since they were badly cracked. I whined when he put it on, it hurt and smelled awful. After he finished, I quickly jumped off the couch and walked along the rug, it felt good on my paws as the cream soaked into my paws, making them feel better a lot better. I sniffed around before finding my bed, yawning I lay down in it feeling the darkness enclose around me as I drifted into a deep sleep. The next morning, bright sunlight warmed my pelt and shined in my eyes. I shook my head clearing it of thoughts from the previous day. My paws still hurt, but at least they weren’t cracked and bleeding anymore. I walked over to master who was eating his breakfast and whined as my stomach growled. Smiling he got up, gave me my breakfast and continued to eat. Snorting I ate, it filled me up perfectly, shaking I went outside to relive myself before sniffing around. Today would be an easy day I hoped, my paws felt better when I felt the dew ridden grass. ‘’ Hey, Skorp. Come here girl another mission has been given to us ‘’ My master called, sighing I went back inside as her put my bullet vest and leash on. Shaking again, I yawned as he put me in the car and drove to HQ. When we arrived he ran up the stairs, I followed him easily beating him up the stairs. Finally we arrived at the roof where a helicopter awaited us. I shuddered remembering yesterday, nervously I walked with him not wanted to board the death trap. Seeing I was nervous he picked me up and gently put me in the back apparently it was the safest place to be in one. He strapped me onto two large ropes attached to the back incase I felt out. When we started I hide in the back, the noise hurt my ears and I felt sick. Eventually I got used to it and stuck my head out the helicopter. It was amazing, better than sticking my head out on the car I felt the wind push me. I almost fell off, but the ropes held me down so I didn’t. I looked down seeing how high in the air we were, I didn’t know where we were but I knew that it was a cold area since it had snow covered peaks and mountains. Soon we arrived to a barren mountain, footprints left in the snow with drops of blood stained it. I jumped out feeling a bit dizzy but I started to sniff and easily picked up the trail, me and master raced seeing the blurred figure in the distance soon we got close enough and he let me of the leash I bolted towards the figure, turning around he pointed something at me. I heard a bang and felt a stab of pain in my leg, I fell I heard another one and saw my owner collapse. The figure ran limping, I whined My master was hurt and I couldn't do anything to help him, I couldn't get up. Darkness enclosed around me, I began to shivered and feel my life slowly drain away. I saw a women, she got shot..
There is was, in front of me the life was ending ebbing away from the darkness that had caused it. She melted away from my presence, a twitch, her eyes no longer shone. I saw for the first time truely, her life fade away I couldn't stop it for it was my faults she died. It struck me so hard, so deeply I couldn't make that mistake again... I just couldn't. I wasn't going to work anymore, no more worries, no more missions was my plan.. but indeed had it failed?

Story part 2
I woke up, my fur was cold I was cold. I was laying on metal, slick , shiny and cold. I twitched my tail and barked, trying to make out an image of where I was. It appeared to be in a clinic. My wounds were clean but stung badly, I tried to lick them but a hard, odd surface was covering them. I could smell my own blood, looking around I sniffed around for master. I couldn't find him, he wasn't here, and I don't know where he was. I whined in fear ''Master is always with me... where is he?'' I thought trying to get up. it failed I collasped, my leg still hurt and a stab of pain in my leg.


WIP

[Queen Vivane]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username: Demon-Dragoness

Ill Spread My Wings And Fly Away To Places Unknown

Tracker Dog you want:

Tracker Dog #19 | Available for 6 days
Gender: Female
Few colours and a single, different coloured pattern, this Tracker prefers to keep it simple. Focused and strict. She won't stray from a mission; she's got everything under control. Even during flights she'll know exactly where she's going.

Name you'll give it: Esmeralda cinzenta

Nickname: Esmeralda

Meaning: Grey Emerald in Portuguese

Reason why you want it:

I want to adopt Grey Emerald because I have never seen grey and green combined and the moment I really looked at this tracker I fell in love with her. She is amazing and her design although simple is what attracted me the most, usually I’m not that fond of anything with a simple design, this beauty was an exception. She looks like an Emerald that was hidden away somewhere safe and then forgotten about or lost, even though she's covered in dust her beauty still shines through. Every batch I see a tracker that I adore and for this batch it was hard to choose I liked all three of these trackers, I stared at each one of them trying to decide which one I wanted.

I thought hard about what I would write and then I looked again at the Arial and I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, she called to me I could hear her pleading "try for me, please try" and I had to apply. Nex you create such beautiful trackers and I like many others am dreaming of owning one of these beautiful creatures, even though Im getting a custom Id still love to own Grey Emerald if thats alright with you.

The moment I truly saw Esmeralda cinzenta, I fell in love. This time, it wasn't, 'oh, that character's kinda cute' or 'I LOVE the way this one was drawn' sort of love, but a true connection. I can definitely see myself using her, drawing her, giving her true love and care. Her wings clicked with me because I have been dreaming of being able to fly since I was a little girl, my desire of wanting to be able to fly only grew stronger once I started reading the maximum ride series. The thought of having wings flilled my heart with joy and I began daydreaming of having a pair of wings to call my own.

If I got Her

She would have her own page on my character site, I wouldnt change any part of her as I love all of her, I would draw her to the best of my abilty and If I failed Id try and try until I got her right, she would get art and fan art, I would have her design specially placed on customs of the creatures in my favourite adoption centers,

Will it be used in any kind of story? I would love to include her in a story and while my writing isn't very good I do enjoy doing it, writing gives me a chance to exercise my imagination. Thats why I put so much time into my intro stories for each tracker I apply for XD

Describe its personality:

Esmeralda Cinzenta is a quiet tracker, she finds friends in odd places, for rarely can she connect to somebody; Esmeralda is seen more as a stoic protector rather then what may be considered 'friend' material. Whatever conversations she hosts are slow, quiet, and polite.

She is comfortable in situations where others would panic or get fustrated, she works well under pressure, she prefers to do things by the book most of the time although there are times when she would much rather wing it, she never fails to find the bright side of a situation, she hides her emotions well so when it seems like shes pretty nuteral on the outside inside she could be overwhelmed by sorrow, she also has a certain grace about her in everything she does, which only adds to her beauty.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

I sat on the ledge next to a gargoyle watching over the city as the storm raged on, I could see all of the people rushing about trying to get away from the rain. I was waiting, waiting for this same female who came to visit me every day, she thought I was a statue, I never moved never gave any sign that I was a living breathing being, I just listened. Sometimes she would talk for hours, other times she'd sit in silence watching the people go by way below us, I heard the familiar soft foosteps as she walked up.

She gently lowered herself down and then dangled her legs over the edge of the building "evening Esmeralda" she said in that sensual voice of hers, it was soft with seductive lilt to it. I thought that may be how a Demoness'es voice would sound, not that I'd know, I jumped back when a gentle hand rested on my head. "You are real I knew it" she trilled excitedly. I sighed and looked at her waiting for her to do something, I watched as she stood up and then stared as a pair of big pair of draconic wings unfolded from her back. "Your not human" I said quietly as she turned to face me, "you got that right sweets, my name is Vara I am a Desire Demon princess" she replied I could hear the laughter dancing over her words.

"Why are you here with me?" I asked her, "well im bored so I need to find something to do before I cause chaos, soo think of me as your new partner" she giggled. I shook my head and went back to watching the city, I locked onto the sound of alarms going off "thats the bank" Vara said, I ran toward the edge of the building and leapt off. I heard the gasps of shock from people below below as snapped my wings open and soared, I could feel Vara flying close by as we neared the bank we folded our wings so we could smash through the windows of the bank.

We smashed through the windows and landed crouched, I bared my teeth and snarled while Vara extended some wicked looking claws, I heard one of the men swear violently. He was pointing something at a woman, who was doing something I could smell her fear, Vara blurred and the next I saw her she was standing with her claws at the mans throat. I sprang at the other and knocked him to the floor I held my jaws open above his throat, "one wrong move and your both in trouble" Vara laughed. Soon we heard the wail of sirens, with a crash the door burst open "POLICE NOBODY MOVE!!!"one of them yelled, "relax me and Esmeralda Cinzenta have it all under control" Vara trilled.

"Well then we will take those two off of your hands ladies" the other said and came over and cuffed both criminals, "well hun it seems we did a great job high five" she chirped holding out her hand. I slapped my paw against it "you two make a brillant team we could use a duo of your caliber on the force" the younger officer spoke, "sorry were vigilantes" I replied and walked out of the bank Vara following. The next day our first heroic escapade was in the paper well thats what Vara told me anyway, we kept watch over the city and eventually became legends.

There is still a statue of us in flight in the main square

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username:SnowLeopard/ Rev theory changed my name :3
Tracker Dog you want:17

Name you'll give it: Jet
Reason why you want it: He's Beautiful, Dark colored and his home is the urban jungle that makes me happy since i cannot go out into the wild without any electronics. He reminds me of my best friend that has gone away from me and i miss him dearly this is a nice reminder of him to me since his favortie colors were black and orange.

Will it be used in any kind of story?: yes of course!
Describe its personality:
1) Brave, I stand out against any other trackers, I am willing to save anyone under any conditions and I wont mind running into a building on fire to save a small child. I am willing to do anything to save the people of the city and will never give up no matter what. Any tracker that might be afraid of the challenge, I steps up to the plate and I am willing to do anything to save all my people.

2) Curious, Although I cant talk my mind rings out questions in every direction when something happens thats dangerous, but something in my mind stuffs them away and he manages to do his job. I may look about a crime scene before I go in to make sure nothing was left behind and nothing about the scene confuses him.

3) Strong, I may appear to be a normal tracker but I have more strength I have seen in a tracker in my life. I leap with roads, I runs with cars, and I jump from porch to porch to save people of the city I am the strongest tracker Ihave ever known.

4) Serious, I never joke around when it comes to tracking though my job may seem fun I still has to save lifes and try not to kill myself in the process. You may think tracking looks fun but to this tracker its anything but. You need to stay focused why'll tracking for the person your saving may come out dead by the time you get there to save them.

5) Panic, I know I know I actuallly do have a panic mode if an unexpected person or dog keeper may alarm me and I will run but as I run i think of a plan to get away its actually part of my daily ruetine.

6) Adreniline, Yes I know what your thinking aderniline cant be part of my personality! But heck yea it can since im running from tracker catchers and saving people everyday so my hearts pumping constantly feeling the urge to run and save as many people i cant in a day.

7) My weakness, Chicken anytime chickens cooking I stare at it til its given to me I love that little fried bird.


So lets go take a sneak peak at what my lifes like:
A big boom of thunder sounded as I looked up it began to rain, rain drops hit my censors I shook them away and looked down onto the side walk. It was gray and dark outside people were fleeing from the rain, lots of them went running into buildings laughing as a child slipped and fell into a puddle. I just watched them Why were they so lucky? humans get everything they want my mind whirled around this thought as I walked down the street my head hung low and my feet dragged me slowly down the sidewalk not knowing where I would go for the night. I looked around Where am I going to sleep tonight, or worse where am I going to get food? I snarled as a human with a big net strolled up to me "Hey big guy" he said approaching me slowly the net pointed at me. I snarled louder as he whipped the net from his right hand to the left Dont even try to capture me I thought as he gripped the net harder now and ran toward me. I snarled and moved out of the way so that he ran past me and almost ran out into the road, I paniced and ran down the sidewalk not stopping to see if he was behind me. I ran until I was down a huge hill and into the a big place full of trees. What is this place? I wondered. I was born in the city full of humans never went outside of it til now, I glanced at the trees I knew what those were i didnt like this place so I headed back up the tall grassy hill. I almost reached the top when the man with the net flung the net down over me and pulled me up to the top of the hill "Nice try tracker but I still got you" he snickered dragging me to his truck. Trust me I wont be here for long I thought as he threw me into the back of the truck he was about to push me farther back into the cage when I flashed my teeth out and bit into his hand the blood tasted salty and warm I kept my mouth over his hand getting more of the blood into my mouth. He began to scream as I let go and held his hand, foolish move human I thought leaping past him out of the truck and running down the long narrow road. I heard the door slam on his truck and I heard the wheels screech as he turned the truck around and followed after me. He never gives up does he? I smiled and ran into the other lane of the road dodging cars along the way. He stayed on his side of the road watching me as I dodged cars and leaped my way among the road like a frog hopping from lily pad to lilypad. Get away time I thought to myself and dodged the last car, though as it drove past a sharp object stuck out and cut my side as I ran off the road into a small alley and hid behind a dumpster examining my wound. I watched as he punched the steering wheel and drove away. I walked out from behind the dumpster and walked around the small alley as my wound stung from the rain water I was thinking about how to find a home and not be stuck in this alley. I didnt care anymore about anything i just wanted a home, I thought crawling back behind the dumpster for the night I laid my head on the cold wet pavement in the alley as the rain continued to fall and slip threw the cracks of the brick building I was leaning against and the dumpster was getting colder by the mintue as I fell asleep.


The morning was bright with sunshine I yawned as I woke up and began to crawl out from behind the dumpster, what a long night it was I thought walking to the fire department cars whizzed by my ears as I walked along the sidewalk. I was no strange sight for these people in fact I am Jet the Hero tracker so I am called. I looked up when a human started to scream help "Help! My House is on fire! Help!" She screamed out the houses the second floor window. A fire truck came as fast as it could as a passing human dialed 911 on their cell phone. "I dont think we can get her or her 2 kids out of there without burning ourself serverly" I snarled and ran into the house of burning flames, I looked around for the stairs and found them quickly I ran up the stairs and looked around the hall way up stairs I saw the mom laying on the floor passed out. I walked up to her and dragged her down the stairs and safely threw the fire. The fire men waited out side as I walked out dragging her behind me they quickly took her from me as I ran back up the stairs for the childern they were both crying and scared I lowered my head as the small boy got on my back. "I dont know Tommy" the little girl said "stop being stupid hes going to save us!" he said staring at his sister. she sighed and crawled over my head and sat in front of her brother as I hurried down stairs and stepped over the door that had burned down. "Jet your amazing!" the fire men cheered me on as they took the kids from my back. "From now on Jet your part of the fire department you can help with fire crimes or criminal crimes" he smiled and put a fire department collar around my neck and showed my to the back of the fire truck. "Your the perfect tracker for us" they said as the driver drove us back to the fire station. This place was amazing! theres a bell for when someones in trouble and theres a bunch of beds all together in like 2 rooms and i even got my own bed "Hey Jet" the man that put the collar around me called. I ran as fast as i could wagging my tail as he fried up a big chicken. i licked my teeth as I smelled the meat cooking "My names Matt the guy with the black beards Jim you will meet all the other fire fighters later" he smiled cooking my chicken and watching me stare at it as if it was running around with out a head.

POEM:
Fear is red
Tears are blue
Now watch out
Before i bite you!

[winter.]

Oh, 18 is gorgeous! <3 However, I will hold it out because you can only have 3 Trackers!

Darn Limits!
*shakes fist*

[alas,]

Fist time posting here, I hope I'm getting this right. ^^ I must say, it looks as if you've really worked hard on these Trackers, Nex; they're very well thought-out and inspiring. <3 Here we go! :D

Tracker Dog Application Series 6

I've lived a life. But I've also given birth to a new one.


Username]
Xrae [was Drake.]

Tracker Dog you want]
Number eighteen. [#18]

Name you'll give it]
Aratu. [ar-rah-too]

Meaning]
I pulled it from the Japanese word, arata, meaning 'new'.

Alias]
Ara. [ar-rah]

Reason why you want it]
I would love to own this Tracker dog. But I promise you, it's not as simple as that. I've been watching this thread for over a month, but the last three weeks more intensely. I've read the front page up and down, and I can't tell you how interesting and fun they'll be to write about. Something new, right?

Also, I would also like my persona to have a companion. I thought that if I even come to adopt two more Trackers after Aratu, I could use Drake [my persona] and them in several short stories. Maybe not five or six, but I think it will be fun to make a short series for them.

Recently, I've been itching for a character, as well. I was aiming for a deer and a pure-bred domestic dog, but I thought: Stories for those take place some place natural if they're natural. Sure, Trackers have a natural life, too, but deers aren't man's best friend. Canines are. Thus, when my eyes laid upon the posts saying 'great new batch' and 'the new ones are epic', I rushed to the front page to find exactly what I was looking for.

It was a tough choice between seventeen and eighteen, but I saw more flash-forwards in backgrounds for Aratu. Potentional. Potential is why.

What will you do if you earn it?]
She will get the average things like any other characters--a spot on my character thread, art, stories, love. Maybe she'll be put in a role-play [if there is a Tracker one, I have no idea] for another way to keep her active. Only possibly, though, for the RP.

I want to preserve her nature, I don't want to alter her personality too much in anything, so she won't be put in any breeding centers or the interative boarding pens, etc. She will be kept in her own home--the Arctic with Drake--and if she does move, it will be for a good reason and be only for a story as an adventure.

Aratu will be restrained to her world so she knows nothing more. In otherwords, she will know no more of my characters [other than Drake and if I get more Trackers]. If you've ever seen the movie Bolt, she knows as much about her surroundings [where she's at, rather; she'll only have one plot and won't be used in any other plotlines] as he does in the beginning of the movie.

I can treat Ara as if she is real, but protected from the outside.

Will it be used in any kind of story?]
When I get more heavenly time like this, and am as inspired as I am now, yes. But school is getting harder during the second semester, so it may take awhile to get her short story series moving along. It will include Drake and Aratu, as well as other Trackers if I adopt any more. :3

Describe its personality]
Aratu is a very special girl, full of marvelous wonders and mysterys that are yet to be told, but there are traits to her that stick protrude from her actions. She also resembles Hachi, the akita who waited at the train station everyday after his dead master's working hours for him to come back.

Naive. Aratu doesn't have a nick for the present, but is constantly in Lala Land, or her own oblivious world. She doesn't notice it, but instead embraces it as if everyone had the same thoughts as her, or vice versa. She wants to help, though, but because she's so blind to the "important" things, like mates and money, Ara doesn't have much to offer. She's more concentrated on the true nessesities like happiness and living life to your fullest. You couldn't call her spiritually naive, because she's quite intact with her angel, though she can't remember his or her name.

Territorial. When doing her job, stuff that belongs to her, belongs to the one and only her. She knows the limits of things, and her expectations are high. When you reach her tip-top, she's going to blow. She's usually only like this, though, because when Ara is hunting, her body is very intently focused and will get angry when you disturb this concentration, ecspecially if it over something incredibly precious to her. However, she doesn't have to be tracking to be territorial. If you try to remove Drake, her master, from her life, Aratu would most likely attempt to rip out your throat.

Patient. She will wait for you even if you won't come back--she can be there for days and not get irratated because of the wait. This is mainly because Ara doesn't like death [unless it's to save or doing her job], and likewise desires to wait for you to come back to be sure that your lungs are still moving, your diaphragm still heaving them in and out. This Tracker doesn't give up easily, either, and can battle to the end without getting bored because on the enternal amount of time it has taken to get this far in the mini-war.

Loyal. A very trust-worthy companion, she won't leave your side if you are injured, or whatever the occasion may be. Aratu would never lie, and would never keep anything traumatic from you, unless she was told in a desperate measure. There are some cases in which she will tell you things, however. If there is something so small, but so dramatic for another, and Ara knows about it though the oppisite being would hate for you to know, Ara wouldn't tell. Even though she'd feel a huge pang of guilt from turning it into a secret.

Caring. This Tracker loves. She loves so much, that it's unbelievable. You don't have to know her; you can even stab her to the brink of death, and she will still try to keep you away from danger. Aratu believes that the world must unite to prosper, and she desires so badly that she can see the Arctic at its very best, tip-top point of gorgeous and strongness. In order to unite, there can be no hate, or at least it cannot be shown. There are tidbits of her life that don't count for this; beings that are excluding from the Great Unite. If they are going to cause major problems in the event, or if they cannot be trained to love once more, of for the first time, even, they will be killed. There is no use letting an untrainable villian scamper around the streets. You can't teach an old dog new tricks...

Write an introduction for your Tracker]
I am something. I can’t remember what, but I know that I exist. I know that I have a name; I know that I have a gender. I didn’t know what the things were, and I can’t strain myself enough to attempt at remembering what they are to me, though. But there is one thing in whatever I live in, that I know everything about. The color of her short, choppy head-fur, the style of her pirate-like clothing, the skin tone of her, and the exact length of her artificial tail… I know how many freckles she has hiding on her body, how many times she thinks about what life is each day, and how many germs are on her bottom-right incisor.

I know everything about Drake. I can’t transport my knowledge, though. It’s weird; I know Drake is my master’s name, but when I think about what my name might be, I lose the focus and forget even what a name is. I thought I was stupid for the longest time, but Drake always reassured me, then. She would tell me I was intelligent. She would tell me I was gorgeous.

I always desired to tell her the same thing, but I wouldn’t know what I would be saying.

.::.

“Aratu? They’re sending a search squad out for a little girl. She’s about four years old; got separated from her family on the Mountain Hike. Her name’s Johanna, and won’t last long out here. We have to hurry, or the poor thing will be toast,” Drake said to me, once a beep on her walkie-talkie sounded.

Drake would constantly tell me that we were part of a private secret service. Her walkie-talkie is special; we can listen in to the rescue squad station without the group knowing. We never talk to them, either. The two of us just go out, and I track down the victim, then Drake tries her best to apply a quick first-aid service, and then throws them out in the open where one can see them effortlessly.

Drake implies that we save lives. I believe her, only because I desire to.

“We should go now, Ara,” Drake presses me on. I produce a light, happy grumbling noise, and stand up without hesitation.

Pleasing my girl is something I enjoy, but only because I sense that my master is joyous. I wouldn’t know what ‘enjoyment’ was if Drake didn’t educate me everyday, which she does. I enjoy it. With a happy wag of my tail, I bark at her. My person chuckles, and raises herself from the icy ground.

We live in a cave formed by millions of years of ice. It insulates nicely—the wind can’t get in, at least—so we stay…unchilled, as Drake so finely puts it, with a laugh. The warmth of our fire is comforting to my master, more than I. I really don’t need the extra warmth, my fur does fine. But just because I don’t want the enjoyment to leave if I make the fire vanish, I let I be, and attempt at loving it.

“Slow yourself, Aratu, my joints need to adjust,” Drake sighed. This made my ecstatic personality phase run away. I whimpered, in fear.

What about…what is that girl’s name—wait—what’s a name? I can’t remember…

Drake is finally ready to depart, and waddles to the mouth of the cave. I follow at a frolic, my tongue lolling out of my mouth, cavorting through the air. With a glance at Drake, I instantly sense something’s wrong. She must be upset about her joints, I figure.

Do I ever get angry with my joints like that? Wait a second…what’s a joint? And what does angry mean? I focus on my nose, and try to contemplate the answer. Drake notices my considering, and give rubs her fist on my skull. I bark at her, and she laughs, ending it soon after with a sigh. Does she know something I don’t? That couldn’t be possible; I understand what she understands. Or what she wishes to understand, rather. I just hope it’s nothing depressing.

“C’mon, Aratu, Johanna probably fell down the cliff into the snow. If so, she’s right around this pass unless something or someone found her already,” my person states emotionlessly. From my throat emerges a whine—there must be something wrong—I can read Master like the back of my paw.

“It’s alright, Ara. We have to hurry,” Drake rushes me onward, her homemade Uggs trudging through the deep snow. She’s lying. I know it.

But still, we run forward, Drake jogging and I capering, just so happy to be out with my person. Just so happy to be able to think about her, and know what I’m thinking about; and actually understand it. We are about to turn the corner, when I find a miniature pink glove resting on the top layer of icy powder.

“She’s close, then,” Drake exclaims. I wag my tail and romp forward, my person following me.

My ears are alert, my nose high, my feet are holding me on the first sheet of precipitation on the ground. Suddenly, I sense the presence of two other organisms. One small, another very large—bigger than Drake, even. I bay, signaling that there is something near.

Master creeps forward, her eyes intent on the abundant coniferous trees around us. Suddenly, and wail and a snarl erupt from the north, only about a hundred and fifty yards from us. I instantly know what they are.

A bear and our target.

.::.

There are so many noises around me, echoing off the trees and the bodies circled around me. The vibrations of the ground are very peculiar; almost surprising. They seem to make the snow quiver—it’s so cold, brushing up against my legs—so it’s obvious that the huge creature must be a black bear. There aren’t polar bears on the resort.

My hackles rise unconsciously, as my lips curl instinctively around my pearly fangs. I let loose of a deep groan, notifying that Mister Bear should not take another step forward.

“Aratu! Ward the bear off while I grab Johanna!” Drake shouts, somewhere diagonal from me. I stomp my back leg; ‘okay’.

It is a male bear, riled from a failed mating season. He’s moving at a slow pace, but I can feel his eyes, burning through my body like a neon green acid eating away a thin sheet of plastic. My ears turn to the sounds of Drake and Johanna’s rustling in the snow, as my master tries to free the little girl’s legs from the piling snow around her.

The bear bursts forward, but slows again giving me the impression that it is trying to confuse me. His scent is disgusting, like he had been bathing in blood and human sweat. All of the smells are pulling at my brain, urging me into belonging to them. They desire to make me lose focus; I know it!

With a deep growl, I charge forward, not taking any chances with a soon attack from Mister Bear. The beast evaded the attack, and stumbled after Drake, who was attempting with her best efforts still to free our target.

Somehow, I had managed to ram into a tree that was behind the mammal I was battling, and had fallen over. My head was spinning and I knew then that I needed to stay still in the snow there.

But I couldn’t afford it because the black bear was almost upon the two females.

.::.

I struggled to stand, but coaxed my throbbing skull and I to, anyways. It hurt so bad to bark, and I was numb to any beings around me. I felt as if I was alone in a pit of darkness and despair, knowing that I couldn’t save my person like this. If I couldn’t sense her, I couldn’t save her.

But fortunately, I know each detail about Drake. Including her location. She was diagonally to my right from my point now.

As I bolted forward, leaping on the bear’s scapulas, I pictured my entire life before me. I was unfocused, in a way, in this life or death situation. But it was a good thing.

Knowing that my master or I could die at any second, it was as if whoever was watching over my in heaven decided to give me a chance to know everything for these, perhaps, last few seconds of my life. I knew my name: Aratu. I knew was a name was: what someone or something refers to you as. I knew my gender: female. I knew what I was: a Tracker. I knew what I lived on: a planet named Earth. I even knew the answer to Drake’s question about what life really was: a pocket-full of chances.
And this was my chance.

I clamped my jaw around the bear’s neck fat, my canines jabbing into the skin of the beast. Mister Bear and I flailed through the air for awhile, until I was clinging onto his scapulas again. I chomped down on his jugular vein, the blood spilling out of his neck.

Safe.

[Neku]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6

Username:
Satamoru

Tracker Dog you want:
#18

Name you'll give it:
Injection

Reason why you want it:
Asides from my huge obsession with red/white/black color combination? Oh, gods. The second I saw her, I knew exactly what she was going to be. The story exploded in my head like fireworks; and despite my attempts to resist the urge to apply for her, I'm afraid I had to break my vow because the stupid thing wouldn't leave me alone. *sighs*

I have said several times that I want to make my first Tracker an aquatic; but I am willing to let that goal go, for the sake of this beautiful creature.


Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes. Definitely. Hands down yes. <3<3 She'll become a main character in my series, "Sintap", which is a story I'm working on revolving around an experiment institution. ^__^

Injection's mission will be to chase down any experiments who escape from the facility and bring them back before they escape into the outside world.

Describe its personality:

//Determined\\
When it comes to the job, nothing is more important. Injection throws herself whole-heartedly into the mission and never accepts failure in her own abilities. She will ignore all limitations and outside interferences and focus entirely on what she has to do.

//Devoted\\
To the institute, to the workers, and to her master. Injection would never hesitate to throw herself in front of death if it was to protect one of the people who worked along side her, and would push herself past all limits if her master requested it. Nothing else matters to her but the continued safety of her fellows, and of their work.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Bleach. Medicine. Blood. Latex.

To most, these scents were unpleasant. They reminded people of needles, of the clinic, of laying and wondering and worrying. Of long, wasted hours, of prodding fingers and cold metal and bright lights glaring down at them from their hospital bed. It was the kind of scent that would linger in their nose for the rest of their life and would make them grimace at the site of those large, electronic doors which held nothing but white walls and matching masks.

. beep . beep . beep .

To her, the scents were...

Sterile.

. beep . beep . beep .

Stretched out on the cool metal of her cage she inhaled the wondrous scent deeply, allowing the aroma's to mix and blend in her mind, forming for her the images she was so very fond of. Needles and surgical blades and her master, garbed in bright green faintly splattered in red. One ear gave a small flick, picking up the pleasant rumble of her master's voice as he spoke to his fellows, and her muzzle crinkled as her mouth curled into a pleasant smile.

. beep . beep . beep .

The steady beep of the monitor was like a lullaby to her.

Each recurring beat assured her all was well; that her master was flawless in his art. Yet Injection remained alert, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, all four paws remained flat on the cage floor, prepared to stand up running if that monitor skipped so much as a single beat. Tail gently thumping in time with the monitor she lowered her chin to the floor, nose tilted towards the open door of her cage.

The cage was just a gimmick, really. Her master never shut it - shutting the door would make him have to open it, and in the case of an emergency, that extra minute it would take to open it could very well cost them.

. beep . beep . . . . .

Injection's head shot up from the floor like she had been electrified. The fur on the back of her neck arched upwards, and her legs were unfolding before her mind even had time to register it; and she had propelled herself from the cage a split second before her master's voice split the air.

"Injection!"

She was already running.

Sharp claws scraped across the laboratory floor, powerful legs propelling her down the hall like a bullet. Shouts and pounding feet buzzed in her ears but she heard none of it, entirely focused on the mission; her mission. A mission that had so long ago been driven into her heart that her master didn't even need to call her name anymore to let her know she was on it - he merely did it so his colleagues could be assured of her movement.

Her mission?

Find and capture the runaway.

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"SinTap Labs is a research facility, specializing in gene splicing. By combining human DNA with the DNA from an animal, we hope to create a human with animalistic traits. Sharper vision, stronger smell."

"And all the humans participating in these...experiments...are there of their own accord?"

"....what exactly are you implying?"

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There was no longer floor beneath her paws - only grass. The scents of the outside bombarded her head, offering her sweet temptation, but she did not let them drive her to distraction. Not now, not at this key moment. To be distracted was to ensure failure.

And failure was not an option. It never was.

Instead she focused her ears, her eyes, her nose - her mind. The air around her was sweet and fresh, making it all to easy to pick out that one, unique aroma.

Bleach. Medicine. Blood. Latex.

Fear.

Form rippling like water Injection began to lengthen her stride, soaring over the ground with a speed no other beast could hope to rival, paws barely even skimming the dew-drops clinging to the grass. Neck arched and ears flattened against her skull the Tracker covered the entire length of the laboratory grounds in less then three minutes, and dove head-first into the thick, scratchy under brush of the surrounding forest.

The scent of terror and the sound of the run-away's pounding heart painted the picture in her mind, a vivid image of her goal. Lips slowly peeling back, Injection released a single, hound-like howl - a warning. A promise.

I'm hunting you

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"I assure you, I'm not suggesting anything! But what you are....the public has a right to know if-"

"If what!?"

"I-if you're experimenting on people illegally and imprisoning them against their wills!"

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It was over the second Injection cleared that line of bushes and glimpsed the furry white tail a few feet in front of her.

There was a rush of wind, a panicked scream, a loud thud, desperate pleading, scrabbling, snapping twigs and loud curses.

And a single, baritone bugle of the hunt that shattered the air, a sound of victory as Injection pinned the young, sixteen year old boy to the earth, his wolfish hind feet kicking uselessly at the earth in his attempt to escape her weight.

Head thrown back and mouth parted the Tracker howled her satisfaction to the heavens, calling her master to come witness her triumph.

Caught you

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"...I assure you. All our subjects remain in the lab of their own free will. Only a beast would make someone remain in such an institute they wished to leave."

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Good girl, Injection. Who's my little beast?

I am

[Aouviyelle]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6

Username: GirLover!

Tracker Dog you want:

Name you'll give it: Nynx

Reason why you want it: I'll put her on my website and put her in one of my stories on the website. My Fursona too!

Will it be used in any kind of story? Yes. In a story called "Element Pack" that I'm creating online so everyone can read it and see the pics.

Describe its personality: Sweet, kind, serious, and vicious around things she doesn't know.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

"You are the wisest tracker I'll meet." said payven holding up right next to Nynx. "I know I'll always be your hero, but soon, someone will have to take that responsibility. Quickly now. We must get ready before Nero comes and attacks Element pack."

[icarusAbstracted]

Again education trumps trackers in the world an Ananda. The slots closed just as school ended for me. Oh well, I will get my custom one day, if it takes 20 years I will get it! Even if I have to live on the computer and never leave! Just have my food brought to me. I will stalk this thread until i have my beloved Clockworx! (that is what he shall be named)[/slightlydisturbingverydeterminedspeechything]
Back onto the topic, Nex, a few random questions related to the custom I am going to order. Since I have some time before you open them again i figured I would make my form obscenely perfect.

Do you know what steam punk is? Do you like steam-punk? Would you enjoy drawing a steam-punk tracker?

You say trackers with no eyes, sense the world around them, this is probably a stupid question, but do they sense the effects of objects? Like, they sense a magnifying glass, do they sense that whatever object behind it is being magnified? Or do they only sense that there are two objects?

Over achieve or meet expectations? Just what you prefer. DO you want someone to go above and beyond everything ypou could have ever expected, or just do a really good job as what you expect?

Thankies muchly!
(Off topic, the new series is flipping adorable!)

[BPeppers]

Wow, they're all so pretty... You set up a really great batch this time, Nex. ^^ *Stealz skilz*
I'll hold back though, I've only just gotten my precious Verr. ^^ I've got to finish making his story. ^^

[Kaylawolf]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6

Username:
Kaylawolf
Tracker Dog you want:
18
Name you'll give it:
Bellatrix
Reason why you want it:
The reson I would be honored to have his Tracker Dog is, because I have always wanted a Tracker Dog, but I have'nt found one who fit me pefect. But now I have found her. The designs of this Tracker is just wonderful. The red, black and white look beautiful together, I cant describe how beautiful it all flows together. She just matches everything I was looking for as a Tracker Dog. Beautiful.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes, of course I would. Who would'nt write some short stories about this beautiful creature?

Describe its personality:
She is a brave Tracker, and also hard headed. Which means she fallows her gut, to finish her mission, no matter whaat you say. She will almost always listen, to her owner. She would risk her life for the ones she loves. People nicknamed her 'Trix" because of the types of trickorie she uses on people, and ocasonaly other Trackers. Bellatrix uses her surounding, to almost 'disapere' in it, expecialy snow, blizzards, or storms. Another trick she uses is possem, playing dead to avoid the preditor who was trailing you, this is one which is very rarely uses. She would rather fight than flight. She could act care free on minute, and then act vicious another. She is almost uncontroleable, the only one who could ever controle her is her owner. Bellatrix, 'Trixster', or 'Trix' are all names that people could give her, she dosent mind them, nor does she care. But what you think of her, may be diffrent that she really is.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Introduction in the eyes of Bellatrix.

I ran out twords the werhouse, where my mission took place. The cold, icy wind; the snow blew all around me. The snow, my favorite thing about winter; the snow can be beautiful and it can also take your last breath away. But that has never happened to me, as you see I'm still around, still strong, and stil Bellatrix. The building came into view, so my sences said, as I ran threw the blizzard, where I was almost invisable. The white building came closer into veiw. All I could hear around me is the feirce wind, but as I was feet away I heard talking, but I could not make out the words being said, the voices where swept away by the wind. Once I came apon the building, I stayed on neer the metel siding of the building as I walked twords the voices, that now I could here much clearer than before. Every step I took on the cement of the building floor was cold, but I had always been use to the cold and I also some-what enjoyed the cold. My ears flicked twords the sound of the two male humans. I bared my teeth at the sent of latex and blood. They have been experimenting on animals, and even eachother. The humans where talking, they, from what I could tell, where wearing latex gloves, and a white lab coat with some type of blood on them. I heard the sounds of glass around me as they poured some liquid into a beaker. I slung around the walls of glass beakers and jars, and got closer to the humans. I could here the barks, yowling, screaching, and cawing of the variety of animals around me. The noises muffled my walking around of the building.

I had always wanted a partner. A Tracker partner. But, I dont know if I would work good in a team or a partnership. Because, well Im more of a leader than a follower. Except during missions like this I would love the help, and also the company. Someone who is a follower, and a friend.

I heard the humans scuffle around with the glass beakers. I also heard the pouring of some liquid and some chunks, the sent was excruciatingly disgusting. I held my breath at the sent, and brought my toung in my mouth, which I rarely do. But this was a exception. I growled and jumped apone one of the humans, I dont know where the other one was but I didnt care. I smelt the vile, the main importance of my mission. I jumped up on to the metel blood stained table and grabed it. I could feel the warmth that this vile gave off. I heard glass break and a wall of glass beakers and jars fall and all of the liquid and solids that where in it fell apon the floor. I bolted off of the table and manuvered my way threw the building, untill I could smell the cold of the outside air. I felt the snow on my feet, it felt good, I felt like I could run faster and faster, faster than ever before. And so I ran.

This is the first time I have posted on this form. But Im proud of my entry