Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[BPeppers]

Guys, don't mope around the thread if you don't get the tracker you want. If you keep trying, you're bound to get a tracker. ^^ And it just makes the people around here sad for you as well.

Sorry if I'm mini-modding. It just needed to be said. ^^"

[orange.c y r u s♥]

Guys, don't mope around the thread if you don't get the tracker you want. If you keep trying, you're bound to get a tracker. ^^ And it just makes the people around here sad for you as well.

Sorry if I'm mini-modding. It just needed to be said. ^^"

Thanx,well said.

[sheep.]

Wait, what time (GMT) are the winners announced? I just want to know how much time I have to finish my form (18) ;;

[Jezi]

There's not really a specific time, but Nex usually gives them out around 3-7pm EST so that would be about 8-11pm GMT (I think I got that right... Someone correct me if I'm wrong ^^; )

[~AlpacaLover~]

interesting...

[MiniHorse]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username: MiniHorse
Tracker Dog you want: #18
Name you'll give it: Serenity
Reason why you want it: Well, I'm not too sure if it's the BEST reason but I just love it! It's like, pretty, and well, everything that has like red and black on it attracts me |D. It's stunning and I would like it for myself? (gaah, now I sound selfish t_t) I love her markings too, the red sign on her shoulder

Will it be used in any kind of story? Yes o3o
Describe its personality: She's sort of.. dark and mischievous, and also very mysterious. Like VERY mysterious, and she's quiet but sneaky. She's a prankster too o3o

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Serenity awoke from the sound of hail, she raised her head and listened for the picture of her surroundings. As she listened, she could sense the sound of ice pattering around her small cave. She let out a small yawn, she suddenly froze. Her nose was telling her something... but what? She stood up slowly and walked towards the opening with caution. She stopped as soon as she caught a male Tracker's scent. She let out a hiss, and waited for the male to come.

[Hereisdan]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username: Hrr


Tracker Dog you want: #18

Name you'll give it: Blaed (means glory, its pronounced like blade)

Reason why you want it: Blaed seems like a very special tracker and a way that I could expand my writing from my normal characters and set up a whole system up in the Arctic and new characters with her. I also love the little red symbol on her shoulder it could be so many things like a tribal marking or just an organizations symbol.

Will it be used in any kind of story? yes she will be used in many... maybe even a whole book of her own

Describe its personality:
When on the Job
When on the Job Blaed is a very serious worker and she stops from her job for no man. When on a job she only consults her Owner or the people her owner put her in direct contact with to help her with her job. Although very vicious looking Blaed is not a violent tracker, she always tries to take down her attackers with out killing them or damaging them greatly.

The Job
Working with The Slyther she travels all over the world from Russia to the United States. Many of her jobs include tracking down drug lords, tracking down a certain person The Slyther need to spy on, and saving her Owner from getting killed. She also carry's papers in a satchel she keeps around her neck to other people when it would be too dangerous to send a person with the papers who might be with the enemy.

When off the Job
When Blaed is not working she usually hangs out in the medic bay in the peace in quiet. She's quite a loner and doesn't have many friends in The Base but she prefers it that way. When the medic bay is too full or its night time she will drag a little heater onto the roof and stare up at the northern lights

Things Blaed likes
The northern lights
quiet warm places
eating meat
vacationing in the Bahamas with the warm ocean to play in and a hammock to sleep in

Things Blaed dislikes
vacuum cleaners
clowns
silly little nicknames
country music, no matter how good music might be when somebody in the base blares country at 3am waking Blaed up from her sleep every night its not good anymore.



Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Some things you need to know before we begin

The Slyther
The Slyther is the organization Blaed works for in their base up in the Arctic. Their motive is very mysterious and cant be looked at as always good or always bad. The leader of The Slyther is a man that goes by the name of James Serpent and he runs the organization hidden away in some other country.

Blaed's Owner - Frankie
Blaed's Owner is a guy who easily gets him self hurt, from falling down stairs to getting pushed into traffic something is always happening with him. Blaed on more than a few occasions has had to save his ass from getting killed by the people they where trying to catch. Frankie is 5'4'' quite short for a 24 year old guy. He has black hair and pale white skin. His eyes are pure green and he has to wear glasses.

The Medic- Klaus
A heavily accented German man who's past actions during WWII are questionable. Despite this he is a very good doctor and is head of the other two medics in the base. He is very good friends with Blaed even though she sleeps in his medi-bay and he has to clean up after she comes in to keep the place sterile. (You know whos he based on Nex ;D tf2 wink wink)


Blaeds thoughts are in this
Frankie's speech is in this
and Klaus speech is in this
Anyone else is in this

And finally we get to the introduction....

Blaed lay curled up in a corner of the medi-bay between a lab table and a wall. She snored softly and rolled onto her back a hapy grin on her face. Then a medic walked up and gently pushed the lab table to the side.

"She is over here Herr Klaus..." The medic said before walking back to his job of organizing the new medication that had been delieved the day before.

The medic, Klaus, slowly nudged Blaed in the side waking her up, "Come now Fraulein its time for you to go on another mission." Blaed grumbled and rolled away from Klaus under one of the lab tables in the medi-bay.

"Get up now! Your owner Frankie will be here soon and if you do not I will play... county music!" Klaus threatened as Blaed shot up with a harsh yip.

She hurried across the length of the medi-bay and pushed through the doors. Who knew having no eyeballs was actually useful sometimes. She could push crates around and open doors with her long flat snout and head. As soon as she was through the doors her owner Frankie sped up and tripped over on the completely flat floor in front of her. He got up with and embarrassed grin and ruffled her fur between her ears.

"Come on Blaedy we've got a job to do!" Frankie said sounding up beat and excited "This time we are going to the Caribbean"

'I detest that name,' Blaed thought uttering a loud huff and letting Frankie slip a collar and leash around her neck, 'At least we get to go to the Caribbean again, I hope its in the Bahamas!

They walked down the corridor and turned through the twisting maze of the base and came to the jet hanger. Frankie ordered Blaed to board the jet and went to talk to his boss who was seeing them off. Blaed hopped up the steps to the body of the plane and stuck her nose in the cockpit. Their usual pilot David patted her head and went back to prepping the jet. Blaed grinned and padded back to the 4 seat 1st class cabin and looked around. She then pushed one of the arm rests up and took two of the seats for herself. Blaed then settled in for a long flight and started to chew on a bone that had been laid out for her to play with on the trip.

Frankie soon dashed up onto the jet and sat down in his seat. The hostess closed up the door and signaled the pilot that they were ready for take off. She told Frankie and Blaed to fasten their seat belts and then went back into the small kitchenette in the back of the cabin. They took off successfully and Blaed and Frankie soon fell asleep lounging back in their nice reclining chairs.

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"You ready for this?" Frankie asked bouncing in his seat as they landed. Blaed nodded and made an affirmative whuffling noise as she looked out the window. As soon as they touched down and Blaed saw the 'Welcome to Darby Island Airport' sign she sprang out of her seat and howled with joy.

'Yes yes yes yes yes vacation time!!' Blaed thought pawing at the door ready to go play on the beach.

"Blaed, at attention!" Frankie yelled standing in the aisle in front of Blaed. Blaed whipped around and stood up straight, ears up and tail pointed out.

"This mission is of utter importance and we can vacation once it is finished. First we need to meet up with our cohorts here in Exuma and get the rest of the details." Frankie said slipping the collar and leash back around Blaed neck. She nodded gravely all thoughts of vacation pushed to the back of her mind until she had finished her mission.

Frankie quickly loaded his bags into the back of a rented car and opened the door for Blaed to jump in the side. He then contemplated the clock on the dash of the car.

"We still have some time before we meet up with the informant, so I'm heading over to the hotel so I can drop off my bags and then we will go meet up with her," Frankie said smoothly backing the car up into a bush before driving out of the small parking lot of the air port.

They reached the hotel with out too much excitement and Frankie parked the car. He turned off the engine and leaned over and opened Blaed's door before getting out. With Blaed's help he got the bags out of the car and into the lobby of the hotel before getting on the elevator and going up to their room. As he threw his bags around the room Blaed nervously paced in front of the door ready to be out and on the job. Once she had her mind set on it she would never stop till it was completed.

"Alright lets go," Frankie said walking out of their room and locking the door. Blaed followed along beside him and hopped into the elevator. Frankie let her push the down button and she managed to do it with the use of her tongue. He laughed and petted Blaed's head as they rode down.

Once they got off the lift Frankie lead them out through the back of the hotel into the woods behind it. The woods had many trails with different colored paths showing which ways were which. Frankie choose the silver stone path and they walked for a few minutes before coming to a pretty little gazebo. A girl of about 22 stood there holding a briefcase full of information. She waved a signal to them that she was their informant.

Blaed slowly walked up and took the briefcase from her hand before backing away to where her owner was. It was standered procedure for Blaed to receive the information instead of her owner or the people who she was working with for she could sense if the person meant to attack or not. They then walked to the other side of the gazebo where their was a small pond and let the girl leave from the path they came.

"Success! Frankie exclaimed taking the briefcase from Blaed and leading her down a blood red path to a little fork in the road that took them back to the hotel. They then went back up to the room for some food and to let Frankie read the info.

Once he did he announced to Blaed, "You can relax we have a few days before out job officially starts and for now... we can vacation!" Blaed jumped up on the bed and rolled onto her back and fell asleep, it was quite late and they could begin their short vacation tomorrow.

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Three days later after non-alcoholic drinks with Frankie and long naps in a hammock with Blaed the two begin their job. The information that they have received tells them that they are to track down and capture some important documents off a guy by the name of Delgado Teligo. A nasty fellow who is known to run in circles with some big shot mob bosses that The Slyther are trying to take down. This information will be a huge help to their quest to take them down so it is a high risk mission. In the briefcase was a shirt that Delgado had sent to the dry cleaners and their people had picked it up for Blaed to smell.

They waited until it was dark and Frankie drove Blaed out to a little night club on the island where Delgado was going to drop off the papers. Frankie opened the briefcase and pulled out the shirt and sat it in front of Blaed.

"This is Delgado's scent, I want you to sneak up on him and steal the papers and run into the forest as fast as you can. I'll be there to pick you up on the other side of it on Denvar road. I also want you to stay hidden as much as possible your white furry coat is much different from any tracker from around here and Delgado might put in a report to his boss that it was a tracker who stole his paper and then it would become incredibly hard for us to do our work anywhere," Frankie said clasping the briefcase shut and sliding it under the front seat,"This is a rave club though so the colors all over you might disguise you a bit if you have to go in."

Blaed leaned down and sniffed the shirt running her tongue all over getting as much scent off of it that she could. His scent was a dark purple with silver edges. Perfume shows up as edges on peoples scents and his was quite strong. She looked up as Frankie finished her instructions and she nodded. In her head a ambush was being planned. She poked her head out the window and swung it back and forth carefully judging the parking lot.

'Hmmm there is plenty of cover by those workers cars and the dumpster on the other side of them seems to be big enough for me to hide under and maybe drag Delgado under if her has a weapon or attacks me. I could also jump off the roof tackle him grap the papers push his face into the dirt and then run. Or i could just run up and take the papers out of his hand and run like hell... ' Blaed thought then nodding to Frankie scratched at the door to be let onto her job.

"Be careful Blaed," Frankie said opening the door. Blaed shot out and ran into the cover provided by the cars. Frankie then pulled away driving to where he was to pick Blaed up.

The dumpster as it turned out had been haphazardly thrown against the wall leaving enough space for Blaed to squeeze behind it. She concentrated hard closing off the nauseating scents of the garbage beside her and focusing on the smells of people walking around out side. Pretty soon she found the dark purple scent of Delgado and gauging his position found it best to ambush him by way of the top of the building. She darted out from behind the dumpster and around the corner of the building.

'Crate, car, roof,' are Blaeds only thoughts as she jumped up and landed on the roof. She flattened herself to the roof and crawled up to the edge closest to Delgado. A handy smokestack was available for her to hide behind and all she had to do was just stick the end of her muzzle out to keep his current position in her mind.

Delgado wandered around the parking lot before stopping beside some of the workers cars. Blaed was glad she had moved there was no way that she could have taken the papers from him at his current angle on the ground. Delgado looked at his watch and mutters about some one being late. Blaed noted that there was no one in the parking lot and she sprang.

She flew off the roof landing square in Delgado's back knocking him over and sending them both sliding threw the dirt. She put one paw on top of his head holding him down so he could not see and used her mouth to grab the briefcase that had been slung out beside them. Blaed ran back over the top of Delgado pushing his head to the dirt again and ran into the woods before he could even recover.

Delgado later reported to his boss that some crazy kid had jumped off the roof tackled him, let some cur rip up his favorite shirt and then ran off with his briefcase and the dog onto the beach on the other side of the club. Him and his boss were never the wiser that it was actually a tracker dog who had stolen their papers.

Blaed made off into the woods and Frankie picked her up at their rendezvous point and took them back to the hotel. They sent the papers off to the Slyther successfully and for another week partied it up in the Bahamas going kayaking, surfing and sleeping in hammocks.

With the information the Slyther had gained they were able to take down one of the mob bosses and his whole cooperation. The Base had never had such a big welcome home/ good job party as when Blaed came back. Everyone came even the usually stiff medics. Blaed and everyone else had so much fun... and no country music was played.


(Im horrible at german please dont kill me)

[Sapphirescript]

I'm sorry I hurried it, I just found her today and fell in love so I wrote it as fast as I could...
Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username: Tasha999
Tracker Dog you want: #18
Name you'll give it: Nameless
Reason why you want it: I honestly love her design, I always wanted a pair of trackers to work together, I think she would be friends with my only tracker Kalista, though she does feel special she is also the only one in her home, and she gets lonely when nobody understands her language.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
There is a high chance she will be, but I am very backed up on writing so it might take a while. I do find inspiration in her design and it makes me want to write a lot of things for her.

Describe its personality:
Nameless or Less is a Tracker that tries her very hardest. She loves to get that pat on the head for doing a good job, the cookie thrown to her when she sits on top of the bad guy. Her victories are not lived long or often for this poor tracker though, even if her fur looks like she would be an expert at her job, she gets confused easily and finds a new scent, thinking its the one she was following, often leading the police off trail or to an old enemy hide out. She doesn't mean to get confused, or stumble and trip when running after them. She only tries her hardest, but even she feels like it's not good enough. When it comes to moving places, she doesn't adjust well. She dislikes the idea of change because she cannot see well. She memorizes places as fast as she can but she can often be found bumping into things.

She gets attached easily to those who make a good impression on her, and though she looks tough she much rather let others talk and fight for her. She never liked the idea of pinning down criminals but felt as if it was her duty for all of man kind. Nameless chose her own name for a reason. She often laughs when people try to guess her name. Making people happy is what brings her up but she never is able to pull it off. From loosing the criminal to eating the last doughnut that smelt so good. She has a bad habit for making people upset.

When faced with any type of battle Nameless will trust her gut and goes with what she thinks best. She never trusts her mind when it comes to a battle, she always makes herself try to see the good in everybody. It often ends badly for her. If the criminal she found was ever innocent looking she released him only to find out later it was an act. Even though she knows that almost all untrustworthy people are evil at heart she can't help but feel sorry. She could be scary if she tried, her dark colors and crazy fur make it easier as well, but she sees no reason for there to be violence.

Nameless loves to hang around older adults, children make her worried when she is with them because she feels a responsibility towards keeping them safe. She doesn't hate them but she is devastated when something goes wrong. Adults make her feel like she is the child, safe and protected behind them. Her disability makes her more vulnerable to anybody. It is easy to sneak up on her as long as you stay silent, thus making her prone to sneak attacks. She is scared easily and hates when people sneak up on her. Her first reaction is to bite and she doesn't want to hurt anybody.

Nameless loves being scratched behind the ear, it is the best feeling in the world to her. It is better then her favorite foods, better then chicken with gravy, even better then peanut butter flavored biscuits. She wouldn't mind being scratched in the sun on a warm breezy day. Where the flowers scent surrounds her and all she can smell is the perfume.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Nameless ran down the forest trail, panting heavily as her fur began to tarnish with sweat. She had been tracking this criminal for a few days, sleeping only when necessary, barley eating anything. This convict was her last chance at redeeming herself. She dug her claws into the wood as she pushed off to catch up, a leash tugging at her neck as she dragged her handler as fast as he could run. "Slow down!" He barley said, trying to regain his balance after catching his boot in a dirt hole. "Nameless!" He called out as he fell into the dirt. The tracker slid to a stop with a wince as she heard her name called, she folded her ears down and approached slowly, she knew what was coming. The handler pulled her close with the long leash and grabbed her collar shaking it, "You know better!" He said tossing her foreword a little as he let go. Nameless nodded, she knew to slow down but she couldn't loose the scent. She took a deep breath in but the trail was lost to her, she winced inside but acted like she remembered it. Her tail went up as she thought she found it again, her leash loosened and she darted to the end bringing the handler slightly off course.

By the time they stopped they had reached a cliff, she leaned over the edge and smelled what she could only imagine is a beautiful sight of the fresh snow that covered the pine trees. She got distracted for only seconds before the handler caught up. He looked over the edge and cursed, there was no way to climb down, not even if you had a rope, to long down. "You stupid Tracker! You aren't worth anything!" He said loudly He tossed the leash at her and clenched his fists. "The scientists can pick you up, I'm getting a real dog!" He barked at her throwing his hat against the ground and walking off in anger. Nameless looked down, she couldn't figure out why she couldn't track a scent to save her life.

Nameless curled around a tree as the harsh night winds whipped her fur back and forth. Scents flew by and gave her a headache from the changes. She prayed the scientist would come faster, saving her from this terrifying place. Her ears were perked up, she assumed they could find her faster if they were higher. Her ears and tail were numb, her nose tucked under her leg to block it from the wind. The mountain winds got scary at night, and being so close to the edge made the noises even worse. She shook not of the chills but of fear of the monsters around her.

Morning came and left, another sleepless night she wondered if they even knew. Her stomach was crying loud and her ribs were showing. She could only drag her paws as she had gone five days without food. She couldn't even smell out a carcass, she couldn't tell if she had been circling around because she kept coming to the edge of a cliff. She felt the edge getting closer as the wind increased seemed to smell different, it smelled like freshly moved dirt. Her body swayed as she stood on the edge. She lost control and blanked out, letting her body tumble down the soft hill.

When she slowed to a stop she had landed onto a construction site. She hadn't regained consciousness, and nobody had seen her fall. Nameless was in her own world, a dream world, standing on a pedestal, paparazzi swarmed her with their cameras as the mayor slipped a medal around her neck. The crowd cheered and she could almost smell the steak coming. She wagged her tail, ears perked up and chest out, she never felt more happy in her life. Her fur was softly groomed as she had a full stomach, but something began to bring her out of her dream. The medal was ripped off her neck and the crowd started to disappeared. She chased after them, but they seemed to have vanished. She woke up with a jump, her fur covered in sweat and dirt, every muscle in her body aching. She could smell the thick air, almost like, civilization. She pushed her body up and slowly started to drag her paws towards the smell. She couldn't tell but she was following the outskirts of the city, the town was so close but all the smells confused her sight.

The noise started to lessen, she felt like turning around but the smell of food drifted past her nose and made her mouth water. She limped towards the smell as fast as she could, only the power of hunger letting her go on. Without realizing it she had already found the source, by means of her head hitting the door. She bounced onto her back legs and drug her claws down the door created a loud scratching noise. She prayed in her head they heard her, before she could assume they did, she lost her balance again. She could smell the food, every spice made her stomach growl louder then before. She heard the door swing open and could smell a new face. A girl looked at the Tracker then looked around. She couldn't see anybody for miles. She bent down and checked the Tracker over, its fur was dirty and it was dehydrated and malnourished. She slipped her arms under the Tracker and lifted her into the house.

Nameless woke up in room with a bowl of food and water next to her and blanket of her back. Her fur had been cleaned and her claws trimmed. She lapped up some water quickly quenching her throat. It felt like a million dollars at the moment. She dug into the food, scarfing it down as fast as she could. She wished she hadn't though when she felt sick. She laid down and rolled on her side with a sigh of relief and pain. A girl came in the room but never said a word. She covered the Tracker back up with a smile before she could protest, then took her leave again. Though Nameless could hear her on the phone in the next room. She didn't listen for long, before she laid her head back down on the bed and fell asleep.

She woke up again when the front door opened. A man came in and she recognized him, he was from the lab that she came from. He came in the room and clipped a leash on her. She stood up and followed him out the room. She pulled against the leash and dug her nose in the girls sweater, she took a deep breath as she felt soft hands scratch behind her ears. She felt her neck being pulled away as she took one last sniff. She never wanted to forget that scent ever again.

She stepped into the back of the car into the cage and curled up and sighed. The door slammed behind her as they drove her back to the lab. She felt the car bump down the road, the cage rattling and the engine running. She didn't seem to care, she still missed that saint that saved her. Her head was low and her tail drooped as they lead her back into the lab. Instead of the cages she was lead into the examination room. Nameless looked around curiously as they lifted her onto the table. She waited as they clipped wires to her ears and every part of loose skin around her body. She sighed and waited, the girl still on her mind. She was shocked when something started beeping. She spun her head to the technician and perked her ears up in curiosity. The technician turned to the one that brought her in. "It seems there is something wrong with this one, its tracker is broken." He said looking at the paper that was printing out of a machine.

"But that is impossible!? We check every tracker before it leaves the lab!" He argued slamming his hands on the metal table shocking Nameless. "It seems something recent had ruined the mechanism." he replied pushing his glasses up. "Well fix her!" He said fiddling with the keys in his pocket. "I can't the only way to fix it is to give her a whole new system and that procedure has never been done, besides, the chances of survival are slim to none." He replied feeding the newest paper graph into the garbage. "Well what do we do with her then?" He asked. The man put his clipboard down and put his pen in his pocket. "Give her up for adoption as a normal dog, she can never track properly again." He said before turning and leaving. The man stared at Nameless and sighed rubbing his temples. He pulled her off the table and let her down. He lead her to the adoption room and locked her in her cold hard cage. "You better hope somebody with a huge heart comes and gets you..." He said putting a hand on the cage for a few seconds before leaving.

Days and nights past, Nameless didn't have much energy. She could only think of that kind girl who helped her. She never got up to greet people coming in for a dog to adopt. She never barked when the food arrived. She rarely chewed her bones. She never felt like doing anything. Nameless leaned her head against the cool bars, her tongue stinging as it touched the bar. Her ears perked up as a familiar smell came into the room. She jumped to her feet and clawed at the bars. Whining and barking, she knew that smell anywhere it had to be her. She bit down on the bars with a growl as she continued to push her claws through the cage and try to reach her. "Ew, that dog is weird lookin, and vicious..." A high pitched voice called out. Nameless stopped clawing for a second to hear. " I know right! Aww look at this one!" Another voice called out just as high pitched. Nameless stood there stunned as the smell drifted away from her. She knew that couldn't have been her savior, she knew it couldn't have been.

Weeks past and the workers had lost hope for it. She heard as they tried as hard as they could to place her in a home, phoning with every minute they had to every house on the street. The humans were interesting to listen for her so she often eavesdropped on their conversation. "We might have terminate this one, a new shipment of Trackers is coming in soon and from their profiles they have hope in them." One worker spoke to the other. "I think I might have a girl who could foster her till she finds a home." another one whispered. "Really?" one exclaimed. "Shush it!" the girl hissed. "She doesn't come to the city at all so we have to do this under the books, Nameless doesn't deserve this." She whispered hoarsely. They all nodded and went back to work as the girl came closer with a leash.

Nameless wasn't sure where she was going, she hopped in the car like before but instead of a cage she got to lye on a sheet in the back seat. The car ride wasn't to long, but it was enough to bore her. She almost fell asleep before she heard the door open. She dramatically rolled herself out of the car to prove she wasn't interested until she smelt that girl again. Her tail rose up and she was on high alert again. "Hey Silver." A voice called out as she was lead closer to that paradise of smells. Nameless found the girl and buried her nose into her sweat like before, feeling the familiar scratching behind her ears. She knew this was her, she knew it.

She was lead in the house and had a bone to chew while the two girls talked over some sweet smelling tea. "So can you find her a home? I know your full but maybe she could stay with Kalista?" The girl said setting her cup down. "I suppose so, I have a few friends down state, I could bring her there." The girl answered after taking a sip of tea. "Kalista." Her voice called out, ringing like soft bells. A purple tracker ran down the stairs and came to a sliding stop beside her. "There is somebody in the living room for you." She said grabbing two biscuits off the table and handing it to the dog.

Kalista ran in and greeted the new tracker, Nameless knew right away that this other female was a tracker, but this ones fur was smoother and she smelt like the forest. She ate the biscuit offered to her by the other Tracker and let it sit next to her. She knew that the girl would protect her.

Kalista and Nameless were clipped together and lead out the door behind the girl. Nameless pranced behind her happy as could be. Her and Kalista had become close as well. "We are in for a long journey so lets hurry before sun down." The girl sang out as she glided across the grass field. She seemed to barley touch the ground, like an angel in human form. Before Nameless knew it the girl was on all four and running in the front of the group faster then they could keep up. "Hurry up guys!" She laughed as the two trackers panted, chasing after her.

They ran for a week, stopping only to eat and sleep, though not exactly at hotels and dinners. Nameless never knew why they didn't travel through the city. This girl was strange but she didn't seem to care. Silver came to a halt in a dense forest, she wiped her clothes off and leaned against a tree catching her breath. "We are here!" She panted out sliding down the tree till she was sitting. Nameless and Kalista both flopped their heavy bodies over her legs and panted, trying to catch their breath. Nameless wanted to ask a thousand question but she barley had time.

"Ah looks like we got here just on time!" A soft voice called out as two canines approached. Nameless perked up but she was to tired to keep attention. "Hey Anita good seeing you again!" Silver said catching her breath. "Same to you Silver, now who is this cute face?" She asked both of them stepping closer. "Ah, this poor Tracker needs a home and I don't have any room left." Silver said putting a hand on Nameless's head. Nameless couldn't believe what she was hearing, was she really going to give her away?

Anita held a lead clipped onto Nameless's collar. She dug her claws into the ground and started to bark. "What's wrong? Silver asked putting a hand on Nameless's back. Nameless leaned on her and whined licking her face as she bent over. "It seems someone got attached." The second canine said as she watched. "You can't stay with me." Silver said holding her head in her hands. "Go with Anita, for me." She whispered into her ear softly. Nameless stopped pulling and stood up fully hanging her head low. " Don't look so sad child, Silver visits all the time!" Anita said letting go of the lead and comforting the Tracker. Nameless nodded, she knew if she had eyes she would be crying. She followed the two canines away from the angelic sound of Silver's voice. The paradise of all scents, the softer then silk touch. she felt like her heart had been ripped in two.

After a few days of walking they had reached another house yet again. This one didn't have the nice smell of chicken that she loved. Nameless refused to do anything, she only followed the two females to the house because Silver told her to. "Trust me, you will love it here if you accept it!" She said pushing through the door and waiting for her to come through. "Give it a chance!" The second female said passing through the door. Nameless nodded and sighed, her stomach growled loudly but she ignored it. "Sounds like some ones hungry! Come on to the kitchen!" Anita said walking in and getting some food.

After dinner Nameless was lead to a clean blank room with only a bed and and a window in it. "We didn't have enough time to decorate and we didn't know what you would like, sorry bout that." Anita said with a light laugh. Nameless nodded and found her way to the bed after checking the room out, she curled up with a depressed sigh, she liked it here, but Silver was her angel...

[Veggievampire]

Nex, just out of curiosity, the design of a tracker doesn't always need to help it with his/her job right?
Because I just had the idea of making my stealth custom look like a duller version of koi D:
( I love koi carp so badly xD )

[DoctorDraca]

Wait, what time (GMT) are the winners announced? I just want to know how much time I have to finish my form (18) ;;

Usually somewhere around 8PM to midnight.

Nex, just out of curiosity, the design of a tracker doesn't always need to help it with his/her job right?
Because I just had the idea of making my stealth custom look like a duller version of koi D:
( I love koi carp so badly xD )

The colours and design don't always have to fit in with the job.