Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Chara Dreemurr]

No need to be down! Nex's Trackers always get better and better, just you wait!

[Hereisdan]

grats
well i guess there is no need for me to come here anymore cause i truly doubt there will ever be a tracker that fits me so much. You see i dont adopt things because i like their designs. I adopt them because they are me and i am them. I adopt them because they have the same personality and their markings flow with my sadness and my life. So yeah unless nex makes one based off of me then i highly doubt that there would be one i truly loved.It wouldnt matter even then because i cant even pass a stupid writing test. Id never win.

if i am breaking rules go ahead and blacklist me it doesnt matter

hey dont be so butthurt all up in here, you could always try for a custom you know

[Catalyst]

Dang. I finally came up with something somewhat creative. XD Oh well, maybe they'll be another tracker I like. And I always have my baby, Chase. ^^ Congrats, Dungeon. Your form was excellent. ;D

[Tanya244]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7
Username: Tanya244
Tracker Dog you want: #22
Name you'll give it: Hazard. I might nickname him Bio though.
Reason why you want it: I saw the species a couple of times but then earlier today, a design forced me to see where I could get one. Luckily there where some desgn's open and I found this one. It's simplicity caught my eye and I knew I should atleast try for it after the 12 minutes of staring...

Will it be used in any kind of story? Probably not but I'll draw it...
Describe its personality: He doesn't have very many friends due to his loner personality, but when he is around his few close friends, he is very friendly and will do almost anything to keep them.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

"Run, Miu! Run!" Hazard ran around the corner of a building, narrowly missing the sharp edge.
"What do you--" Miu's question was cut off as she saw a huge brown monster nipping at Hazard's heels. She froze in terror not even thinking about what could happen to her. Hazard ran past but the monster dove for Miu. "Not while I'm still breathing you're not!" Hazard turned sharply and bolted back to save his friend. Instinctivley he gave one last burst of speed and latched onto the monster's long, pointed muzzle. Acid sprayed from it's toxic mouth. Like that's going to hurt me! Hazard raked his claws over white glowing eyes. The monster reared up and threw Hazard on the dusty ground. "Who are you?" The Tracker asked the monster, coughing up sticky chemicals.
"Names don't matter when you're a killer, but I suppose you can call me Ventalie. Now why don't you two just lay down and let me kill you silently? It will be easier for all of us."
"Never!" Hazard shot up and slammed into Ventalie, clawing and biting to kill him. The monster dog reared up one last time before it fell down to the ground, dead. "Oh, thank you, Hazard!" Miu padded towards Hazard, who rested his head on Miu's. He grunted in pain from a scratch on his shoulder but simply replied,
"I guess I'm still not ready to lose a friend..."

[bearlygrunge]

Congratulations, Dungeon! Your form was incredible! You deserve Creep in every way. c:

Great job to those who were runner's up! I know it can be frustrating when you put so much time into your form & you aren't chosen, but there will be others--sometimes better than the one which you thought was the "only one." I can testify to this. ^^;

[jarvis]

Tracker Dog Application Series 7

Username:

Beautiful Nightmare

Tracker Dog you want:

Tracker #23, available until March 2nd

Name you'll give it:
Toxic Shadow

Reason why you want it:
I have always loved your tracker dogs, Nex, and at the sight of this one, something just kinda called to me, the intricate design, the colors, the shading, I love it! And besides, the idea I have for her will be tremendous! I love to write, so I'll put her in a novel, and see if I could really publish it! Of course, I'd give you credit for design and all that, too...
But aside from that, I also want this Tracker for other reasons I can't quite explain. The way the design calls to me, well, maybe it's memories that involve paint... ^^ but anyway, if my intro stinks, it's because this dog is sssssoooooo perfect that even the best story couldn't fully describe her ethereal beauty and her silence in the shadows.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Definitely yes, I love to write fantasy, and this character would be absolutely perfect. In my imagination, I can just see her as a main character.

Describe its personality:
Toxic Shadow has a few different qualities that make her unique.

~Alert~
Toxic is always ready to face anything, and her perfect sense of hearing helps her to detect anything that might be coming. On a mission, she'll do anything to catch what she is after, which brings us to the next one...

~Determined~
Toxic Shadow is extremely determined, and nothing anyone or anything, for that matter can draw her away from what she is trying to do. She is always on the lookout for a chance to do something positively reckless to acheive what she is attempting.

~Protective~
This tracker may be laid-back at times, but she is always ready to do everything it takes to protect the young, and her mistress. The only problem occurs when mistress's "lap dog" gets in the way...

~Smug~
Yes, Toxic, when alone with the other trackers, can be smug and, even rude. Her falsely sweet voice gives her the impression of a poison apple. Which of course is what she wants. She loves to be alone in the darkness. But every now and then, she'll lose this attribute to cheat her way to the top.

~Loyal~
The main reason she wants to be on top, and receive attention from her mistress is because she will never leave her side. On a mission, if her mistress is endangered, she will stay with her until help comes, and if it does not come, Toxic Shadow will be there for her, and fight oncoming dangers along the way.


Write an introduction for your Tracker:
OK, here goes...
The woods were quiet. Too quiet. The only sound emanated from a nearby flock of birds. Then, all too suddenly, the quiet forest erupted with howls, barks, and other sounds made by a group of hunting dogs signaling a find. They were on the trail of something. At the head of the group, was a blue and grey dog. She was silent as she ran, stealthy and beautiful, darting in and out of the dim shadows that coated the forest floor. Her long tongue was hanging from her mouth, her gleaming, razor sharp teeth glinting in what little sun there was left of the day. Her name was Toxic Shadow. Named for her markings, yes, but mostly for her silent stealth on a hunt, and for her peculiar love of darkness. She liked to stay in the shadows as much as possible, for no particular reason, only that she was drawn to its ethereal beauty...

But, now we go back to many years before. Toxic Shadow is now only a pup, and when a terrible accident takes place, she will gain a lot, and lose a lot, as well...

Beauty was what they called her. The mistress. She came into the room, lowering the bucket of water she was carrying. She didn't speak, but came around to each kennel to deliver the water. There was to be a mission today. The four trackers chosen for it were Glint, Shizerio, Toxic Shadow, (her first mission), and Amera. These four were preparing, now.

At last the time came, and Toxic was ready as ever. She gave Amera a smug look before darting off. The mission took place around a cave. The cave, it was rumored, was filled with acid lakes, a rare mutation. But Toxic couldn't wait to go into its deep and dark depths. She and Glint were the first in.

After a long walk, they came to a bubbling, green lake, Shixerio, Beauty's prize, walked close. Too close. "NO!" Toxic barked a warning, but not in time, Shizerio stumbled and slipped his leg into the lake. Toxic rushed forward to help her friend, but before she could help herself, fell in as well. She said her dying prayer, but nothing happened.

She was standing in the middle of the acid lake, but was not hurt. She only felt stronger. The power grew, and grew, a roaring creature inside of her, consuming her completely until she felt almost invincible. But if she knew what was to come, she would have not felt this way at all...

The next day...

"Toxic!" cried Beauty the next morning, looking daggers at her dog. "I can't believe you! Just because you got in a row with Kiara, doesn't mean you have the right to bite the friggin' soul out of her, you brute!" Kiara was as the trackers called her, Beauty's "lap dog", her friend and companion, her best mate. Whenever Toxic fought with Kiara (which was often), Beauty would intervene and protect her baby. Toxic hated Kiara for her always getting in the way, hogging all of Beauty's attention. She knew that Beauty was bound to leave them alone in the room together for just enough time to finish off Kiara. But that time wasn't now. Kiara had bounded off towards her mistress, crying innocently and dripping blood everywhere. As far as Toxic knew, Kiara wasn't aware of the incident in the cave, and how Toxic shadow was now an extremely powerful tracker dog.



Oh, and WIP, definitely. But I have one question: does adding a theme song and poem and all that give you a better chance of winning??? I hope not... I can never think of those kinds of things...

[Queen Vivane]

Congratulations, Dungeon! Your form was incredible! You deserve Creep in every way. c:

Great job to those who were runner's up! I know it can be frustrating when you put so much time into your form & you aren't chosen, but there will be others--sometimes better than the one which you thought was the "only one." I can testify to this. ^^;

Yeah I failed three times before getting my 1st tracker dont worry guys youll get your very own tracker one day :3 Take a look at Rev Theory shes failed at getting a tracker a fair few times but shes not given up once ^-^ I admire her for that

[Geronimo.]

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for their enthousiasm and work they've put into their forms. If I could, I'd duplicate this Tracker and give him to all of you. I promise that, if I ever make a gunned Tracker again, the people that didn't win this one will get the privilege of being the only ones to apply for that next gunned one.
I chose this form because of the sheer enthousiasm behind it. Yes, it's a WIP, but more than half of the forms I've come across are WIPs. It was a very close call between this one, Snowballz' one, Shadow's and Catalyst's. Yes, four good forms (I can't count because I said three before..). Anyway, congrats DM. (:

Thanks Nex! I really didn't expect to win Creep! I'm really grateful, and thank you all for the congratulations. As I promised, I am now screaming the house down, hugging everyone and generally loking crazy! I love all you guys! This is better than Christmas, Birthdays, Easter and Pancake day rolled into one! Just thank you all, and especially Nex! <3<3<3
[I would post this all in Caps Abuse with lots of exclimation marks, but that is punishment to read. C;]

[EmberThorn]

♫♪My beautiful Song♪♫

Tracker Dog Application Series 7(sorry, it may be VERY long, but I guess you're used to that) ^^

Username:
EmberThorn

Tracker Dog you want:
Tracker Dog #23 | Available until March 2nd

Name you'll give it:
Misterio (mystery in Spanish) Only I call her song.

Nickname:
23, Missy

Behind the name:
It's a bit of a mystery why the glitch happened, a bit like it's a bit of a mystery why I'm a bit different.

Reason why you want it:
She has a stunning design and an interesting creation history, she would be perfect for a story I'm currently writing, She would be used in the emergency services departments when it would be too dangerous to send people in to a chemical spillage which could cause serious damage. She would be rewarded well for her work, of course, and also a very loved family pet who is very loyal and would see her brother who would work in labs (making this up it will be edited if someone wins him who has different ideas) Her design really represents me, I’ve got glitches and I’m a bit out of place and am very loyal, especially to my family and close friends, although I have some health problems, I'm happy and lively and just love to have fun, I love splatters (adore the markings ^^) and blue and black are my second favourite colour combination. Now that I have spent a long time editing my form I put myself to the test and stared at her for a solid half an hour, to see if I'd ever get bored. I didn't. She is the first tracker dog I've ever REALLY fell in love with, her background, personality, design, everything that's why she's the first I've applied for. She blows me away and I doubt there will ever be another like her. I love her design more than any other and was ecstatic when I saw you had added two new ones and she was there after months of stalking the thread. She is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, so I’m going to try my best to get her, She needs a good home, that’s exactly what I can offer, to love her and never. Ever. Let her go. If anybody ever steals her if I get her or steals any sort of design, they will have to, like go crawl under a rock before i kill them. She is the first tracker I've ever looked at and really thought "That's me, she's the one." You don't understand how badly I want her, it’s like nothing I've ever experienced before, I will do a fancy layout later, but I don’t really think that means much. She and this form have been my focus for the past hour and I really hope all my hard work pays off. I thank you, Nex, for creating her, for giving me the chance to apply for a tracker that really means something to me, one that I connect with, even though she has no eyes, I still see her soul and hope that this form will get me her, will let me possess such beauty and life. The reason only I call her song is she sings the song in my soul like no one ever could, that’s what I believe is important in the Tracker dogs, not just that they have a purpose, but they really mean something to those who apply to them, a dog they can really relate to. I saw her on the front page, and I just knew there was going to be a ton of competition, I was right. There are some amazing forms with a load of really talented writers. So I truly hope she goes to a good home, not just as a status display, but to be in their heart. As I know I love her more than anything I just want what will be best for her.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Like I said, I've already started since before she was even put up but she would make a nice addition ;D My idea is that once the trackers have been created Misterio and her brother get sent abroad to work elsewhere and for Misterio's markings to be studies and stabilised (yes, that’s part of the story) but over a forest the plane crashes and every animal is killed except for the trackers and a nervous co-pilot. The trackers get him to the edge of the forest and he lights a beacon to get help, when help comes they are all fed and shipped to where they’re going (destination undecided) and when she gets there Misterio is studied and it is months before it's stabilised and she gets to see her brother, when she finally does they are sent to next-door neighbours who both work with the tracker placement program and whilst her brother is used in labs, Misterio does missions and helps with the services. Her guardian is a stern fireman (actually a woman, but, you know.) who loves her, but is sort of proud and doesn’t show it. when a fire cause by chemicals breaks out at the lab where her brother is placed, Misterio must work to stop the fire spreading and save her brother. It is an emotional battle to try and get her owner to love her and to keep her brother close whilst keeping a job and not being ejected from such an important role in community. (will write story soon)

Theme Song:
Blind - by Lifehouse
I love this song and it really makes a great song for the story I've written, which I will pm you all of it if you'd like to read it once I'm finished. Wow. I didn't realise it fits perfectly, beginning to end x

Poem:
When the song in your soul is forgotten,
And it seems that you’ve lost the words,
You know I’ll be here beside you,
Singing it so strong it hurts,
~
So what if I'm shattered,
And what if im torn,
This scarred heart is battered and worn,
I've won many battles,
But I've lost the war,
I’m broken inside,
And filled with the pain,
Sorrow I can no longer contain,
~
The song in your soul still rings clear,
And although you may not be near,
I’ll continue to search,
To try till I find you,
Still singing so strong it hurts.
~
~Ember

What I will do if I win her:
She will be forever loved and with our permission I will print the book once I have edited it and used more sophisticated language, she will become my fursona's best friend and stay with me forever, I will draw her countless times, paste her all over my walls, yeah. You get it, I love her. Trust me, I will probably end up getting her printed on a t-shirt and a coffee mug x she will forever have a place in my signature and an even better place in my heart, and no matter how old I get I will never stop loving her. She can also be role played ALOT and I have various friends who would have great fun drawing her and would pay various artists on CS to do so to! I really love her and want to be able to do all this with such an amazing tracker dog, please consider me as it would be an honour for her to be my first, probably my one and only as there will never be another like her, that relates to me as well as she does.
Offtopic things I'd do would be so ecstatic everyone that applied for her that I robbed the pleasure of owning her from, oh I do feel mean now, would get free art from me as an apology and then Id open a free tracker art shop! for people that already have one and do any favours you'd like me to Nex, I would be forever in your debt. Asides from that Id look like a bit of a lunatic running around screaming.

Likes:
• Saving people and helping out, being selfless •
• Her brother, a lot! •
• Tracking and solving mysteries, finding clues •
• Running, won't stop •
• The moon, she loves the coolness and the beauty of what she can make out •

Dislikes:
• Being threatened •
• Being away from her brother or lonely •
• Failing a mission •
• Not being recognized or getting attention •
• Oil, her weakness against her fire-proof-ness •

Describe its personality:
•♥•
~Brave~
Misterio isn't afraid, not of death, not of anything... apart from losing her brother, she fears only for others' safety, never her own. She tracks down criminals and is particularly effective when it comes to solving an arsonist attack as she is very sensitive to chemicals that may take part in starting the fire, she needs to be brave to perform her job properly and track down such dangerous people. Her immunity can sometimes make her cocky though and she needs to be careful not to get ahead of herself and run into situations she can't handle and could be particularly dangerous, even to her.
•♥•
~Loyal~
She never lets you down, once given a job she will be determined to complete it and stays totally focused on the tasks in hand. She needs to be well trained to perform well in such dangerous situations and her relationship with the services relies entirely on a balance of trust. She trusts them to keep her safe and they trust her to do as she’s told and complete missions. She has had a lot of practice with loyalty due to the love she holds for her brother and will be sure to come across him in her line of work and I'm also sure who ever ends up owning him will agree to visits between them.
•♥•
~Submissive~
Very quick to surrender to another's will especially those she trusts, she will never put up a fight and when threatened by another tracker she would rather run than argue. This may appear shameful or cowardly but she does it not only to protect herself but also all the people she works to save from dangerous situations. She isn't genuinely afraid, just completely passive and non-aggressive. She has to be very calm to perform her job to the best of her ability and fighting is counter-productive.
•♥•
~Intelligent~
As well as having the physical abilities and mental attitude to perform well in stressful and dangerous situations she has to be incredibly smart to sniff out a bluff and find where the real danger lies n order to stop it. She would make an excellent companion for my human charrie who is a forensic scientist (yes, I watch too much CSI ^^) whilst being loyal and hard working she has to be smart when the services need her to work something out that they can’t see from long-range as they can't always follow her into the job without having her sort of impressive immunity.
•♥•
~Alert~
She has to be attentive and aware of all things at all times, because if something even as small as a lit cigarette slipped past her careful attention, it could mean certain death. She is always on the lookout for missed clues, pointers and anything that could help her mission as well as new missions that need to be dealt with.
•♥•
~Restless~
It is not only very important she doesn’t get tired but to function and perform to her full potential she needs to always have the energy to be aware and react reflexively in tough and stressful situations. Her high energy level and extreme stamina also allow her to focus on any game which also makes her very easy to train and an even nicer family pet. As well as having the physical ability to keep going she also has the mental advantage of being able to stay focused.
•♥•
~Inquisitive~
This can sometimes help and sometimes hinder a mission, but she has this love of investigating. If she doesn't know even the tiniest thing, if there's one secret successfully kept from her, it will drive her insane until she finds out. She holds a thirst for knowledge and a hunger for a mystery which clash, so that when a mystery is solved she is still dissatisfied and must find another to work on. This can be irritating to her owner and her carer as her nose is in everything and she can’t stop finding ways to cause trouble with her curiosity.
•♥•

Proposed position and why:
I believe she'd make an excellent dog to serve the broader community by working for the servces, not only is she excellent at tracking but when a chemically fuelled fire breaks out it would be very convenient to have her on board. Her ability to stay calm is also a huge bonus as she works well under pressure so is able to be controlled and perform to a high standard.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Read as far as you feel is necessary.
((Just so you know Laylah, Niria and Aaliyah are all owned by me, two are represented by my CS pet coons (twins) and Aaliyah is my fursona, so please keep this in mind (I’m also skipping the first few chapters where Misterio is not included, her brother will be temporarily named Sariah.)))

The plane and all of its precious cargo, spices, silk and animals alike all to the ground at break-neck speed towards the forest below, there was no hope and the pilot, now unconscious, flew to the back of the cabin making a thud against the door. Misterio let out a whimper as her cage slid across the store-room. She had been so excited to meet her new family, to be in her new job, why did everything have to go wrong for her? Other animals were screaming and the inexperienced co-pilot was panicking whilst trying to bring the plane up so it would at least slide instead of nosedive, but chances weren't looking great. The struggle continued as the great metal bird continued to plummet towards the ground, merciless, unsparing. In the last second, the controls loosened and brought the plane up as it slid across the forest, crushing all the trees and animals in its way, flattening a long stretch of the bountiful land. The animals, some dead, some unconscious all lay in their cages in shock but Misterio and Sariah shook themselves, barely phased by the deathly incident.

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The co-pilot got out of the cabin and looked around, hand running through his hair, wondering what to do, he ran inside and checked the pilot, ear to his chest only to discover, in his great despair, that he was dead. Head in hands he racked his brains of a thing to do, how to salvage the situation. But with no help and no hope all he could do was wait, wait, no help? That was it! He ran over to the radio receiver and tried to call back to the port. No signal. Just his luck, what could he do? He spent another half an hour pacing up and down the cabin just waiting for some sort of solution to come to him, when he heard two short barks and then a whine, of course! That had to be the solution, he ran through the plane to the store-room at the back where he found all the expensive materials, spices and cargo destroyed and all the animals dead from shock. Then what was the bark? He inspected every cage, until he came to the Trackers. He remembered being told that those creations were their most valuable cargo, he slid open the bolts and Sariah and Misterio immediately leapt out.

~

He had had no experience with this sort of biomechanical experiment before and at first was afraid of the giant, sightless dog-like creatures before him. They sat and awaited a command, then he began to talk and as intelligent as the trackers were, they could only make out certain phrases and pick up the key information of what he wanted them to do. "Look, I need help," He said in desperation. "We are the only survivors of this crash, I'm sorry, the pilot and all of our animals are dead, but I need you" At this phrase the trackers' ears pricked he needs us they thought in unison. " I need you to find the edge of this forest, I need you to find a place where the sun shines down on our weary backs and you can smell sea salt" The trackers understood that he needed them to find and being as big as he was, Sariah bowed his head and allowed the light man to get on his back, Misterio grudgingly heard this happening and wished she could have offered, but of course couldn't due to her glitch as it was unknown if her chemical markings might hurt those to touch it.

~

As the man opened the vault the thousands of new smells and sounds stung her sensitive nose, tongue, paws and ears, she winced as she allowed herself to grow accustomed to the sounds of teeming life, the smell and taste of the forest with all its abundance and fertility. She had always been used to her paws gliding across concrete streets and wooden floors, the rich, soft soil was totally new and strange to her. She carefully catalogued every new species of animal and plant, Whilst this strange world was new to her, it was so natural it seemed like home. Once she was accustomed to the rich smells and sounds and her tongue adjusted to the odd tingling sensation she began to track, from tree to tree she helped find the ones with the largest salt deposits on the bark and follow this sort of trail, whilst she was searching her tongue ran across one trunk of a tree, sliding its way across scratch marks, the claws of the animal that made them were long and razor sharp as the young sapling suffered deep, scathing wounds.

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She switched trails, they had time, the plane must have landed not far from water, her brother hesitantly followed, intrigued by whatever may have caused this but wary about where it might lead. His unease increase and his heart picked up speed when two new tracks joined the trail and there were now three scents to the path they were following. His ears went back and the wide-eyed co-pilot grew even more nervous. Missy was still confident and extremely inquisitive, tracking was ofcourse, her passion and she just had to know where this lead. When she came to a clearing she stopped, the sunlight irritated her skin which had been deprived of it for so long. The smells burned in her nose and she knew they were close to whatever they had been seeking unless she had a false trail, but the chances of that were very low indeed.

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A rustle in the bushes and a small raccoon scampered up a tree. Another rustle and another raccoon without markings on its tail followed it. A bark, that sounded a lot more like a howl followed and a scruffy black wolf with green leopard print markings on its shoulders, legs and face slunk out from the trees and bared its teeth at the approaching trackers. Cocky as she was, there was something about this wolf that meant Misterio did NOT want to challenge it. Her tongue began to burn because of the deformed taste on her tongue, this wolf, she was, different. A hybrid, her brain told her, once her senses were unscrambled she tasted wolf, that was definitely there, leopard, that must have been what stung and there was something else. Something artificial. The snarling wolf leapt towards her brother and, instead of biting, she ran her tongue from the tip of his shoulder, back to his flanks. His skin registered a strong acid, chemicals naturally occurring in the glands under her tongue. But due to the high immunity he had, he needn't worry.

~

The odd little she-wolf prepared to make an attack at Song, who stood, looking down at her. But she ground to a halt at the heavy smell of chemicals that emanated off of her coat, it wasn't safe to attack this tracker. The small coons scuttled along the ground with light feet and proceeded to huddle under the shadow of Aaliyah, the fierce shadow of a hybrid with the chemical tongue. Aaliyah whimpered, knowing she shouldn't have chosen to defend territory from these creatures. The unholy offspring of the wolf-leopard and man's pollution had been forced to retreat, trackers were not familiar to her and she grew very confused when the attack that killed all others had failed. Missy let out a low clicking sound, trying to calm the manic hybrid, she wanted to learn more and could think of no reason to be afraid.

~

Aaliyah's pupils dilated and her ears came forward again, though her tail was still tucked tightly between her legs. Her long tongue slid from her jaws again, not in attack this time, just lolling out as she tried to make sense of the unfamiliar sound. Song continued to make soft, comforting sounds, keeping her calm before making a bowing gesture in submission to ask for her help. Aaliyah grew wary and stepped back a few paces before allowing her eyes to investigate the creature. After about half an hour a feeling of mutual trust built up as both realised the other was not going to attack, they began to use simple body language and indistinct vocalisations to communicate until the message was put across that Song had lead them off of their trail and they needed to find the ocean. Niria and Laylah remained cautious and just bounced along in Aaliyah's shadow.

~

When the trek ended and the sun shone down on the backs of the wolf, the raccoons, the trackers and the trembling co-pilot they all sighed, relieved they had finally reached the sea. But now it was a matter of luck, luck that when the beacon was lit someone would see the billowing smoke. As the first ashen pillar rose from the dried leaves and branches Laylah spotted a small black dot on the horizon, as it got closer it became clear it was a small gunship, loaded with... passengers? A little odd, but it looked a bit like it had been converted into a rescue boat, with lifeboats, rope and rubber dinghy’s. It was always odd when a ship came that quickly but once aboard, the captain told them that odd radio disturbances were being transmitted deeper into the forest, this was when the co-pilot realised he must've left the receiver off the hook. Too late to turn back, its battery would wear fairly soon.

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Song looked on in annoyance at her brother, who was obviously bonding with the small man, she wished she had the chance, but it would be too dangerous. She was annoyed at Sariah for one thing; being perfect. She hated this about him, hated how he never did anything wrong. She was frustrated that she had to be the one to undergo tests to have her toxic markings stabilised. That she wasn't the one sitting there, nuzzling, and bonding, just generally everything that wasn't possible for her! When the ship docked in port and they found out where they were they had to call an all-hour animal-friendly taxi. Now that was hard to get hold of. But once in the taxi and on their way up to the research facility, they all felt relieved. It was a massive feeling of joy, at finally arriving until the trackers had metal collars clamped amount their necks and chains fastened to their legs when they began to become wary. Why would they need to do this? They were perfectly trained... The wolf hybrid whimpered as she was taken from the co-pilot and the bolt slid at the side of her cage door. A small amount of gas was pumped in to knock her out to avoid any fatalities as the result of her toxins.

~

The building was grey and seemed to sigh from all the wear. It was a plain concrete block, solid against the wind and rain and with no attempts to make it more enticing, it looked more like a prison. There was no going back for her and her brother. They would have to put up with whatever was coming to them or be put back into the extensive training regime for another six months. She didn't bother to struggle but her tongue flicked in anger, threatening to bite. When they were brought in some tests were first run on her brother, to check he was stable and fit to be given a placement, as well as being flawless, he was also very calm and cooperative, almost unable to resist or fight back. He was just so nice. He was deemed perfectly stable and the matter of choosing a placement was left to the professor. He saw how much the co-pilot, who he knew well as he was also a scientist who trained at the research facility, was attached to the tracker. It was like nothing he'd ever seen. He placed the tracker with him, to help with his experiments, testing dangerous substances as his only weak spot was fire.

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Missy watched, as the tip of her brother’s tail left the door. She was alone. Her heart felt torn in two, she loved him, but she hated his perfection. Three months went by without warning, it went fast because most of the time she was under powerful sedatives as they froze and burned in an attempt to neutralise the running markings. What could really be wrong? Eventually a solution was formed in the shape of hydrochloric acid and a naturally occurring carbon-fibre found in the glands of Aaliyah's mouth, who had now been released back to her forest. Once stabilised her markings set, and with the extra chemicals it was given another advantage, her outer fur layer was totally fire resistant, the only thing to affect this newly found advantage appeared to be oil.

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A placement was found and she was placed just across the road from her brother, under the watchful eye of Miriam, her new carer. But she wasn't very caring. Song suffered a little as she was deprived of affection and didn't see her brother enough... Until she got a work placement. Miriam worked as a fire fighter for the services and one day, when she realised that Missy's fire proof fur could prove to be a great advantage she took her into the base and showed her around, careful not to take he by the trucks in fear of oil. Her boss accepted her and asked whether the "thing" as he referred to Missy, was easy to control.
"oh, yes, of course. The tracker program has made sure all of the trackers are quick to surrender to their Master's will and she is extremely obedient, even if sometimes she is hesitant. We won't fail you, I promise."

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After this meeting there was a training course o go through, Missy hated the constant drills but loved how she had to run into the burning building and was the only one who could complete it. After the training course, she was allowed to practise at a series of small home fires, often caused by electrical appliances and people who left an oven on for too long. These were easy to deal with, especially as her and Miriam proved to work very well as a team. Song would look up to her after her after a mission, waiting for her to tell her she was good, or just pat her on the head. It never came, no small sign of affection or even recognition. It frustrated her as that's what she worked for, she only wanted a twitch of a smile at the corners of Miriam’s lips, but it never came.

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With her proving herself so well on these missions it wasn't long before her jobs stepped up a gear, one of her hardest was at a fire caused by a truck on the motorway crashing against the metal rails in an attempt to swerve out of the way of another car, which stopped suddenly, taking up all of its braking distance. The truck had been loaded with meat, a new distraction. Her challenge was, to ignore the meat, avoid the oil which was pouring out of the back and get the driver and his dog out safely so the fire fighters could begin to use their hoses on the fire itself. She completed this with ease, temptations were irrelevant to her when a life was at risk and she worked hard to make a safe retreat with the unconscious driver and his trembling terrier. This finally earned her a rank in the department, she was head fire-dog and the only one to be used in much more dangerous encounters.

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But there comes a day when every tracker is pushed to the limits, and for Misterio it was after exactly one month in her new position...
The research facility's walls were crumbling and all hope was quickly dwindling as the chemical fumes rushed out of the windows only to be reignited in the oxygen of the air outside. Sariah, in his cage after a long night had no way of escape and his carer, the loving co-pilot was out cold on the floor as the chemicals on the lab counter continued to spread the fire. An experiment gone wrong, and the whole place was crashing down around them, trapped all he could do was pray that help came. Missy panicked when she saw the burning building which she knew her brother would be in. Instead of waiting by the truck for orders, she leapt out of her cage and bolted headlong for the door.

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Once inside she knew where she had to go, she had been here to visit her brother many times and knew where he would be. She crawled on her stomach till she reached the open door through which the thick layer of black smoke was pouring out. She knew the drill, get the human, help the animals. In. That. Order. As always. It was a great discomfort to her to have to turn her back on her brother whilst carrying an insignificant human to safety, but she had to do it, it was her orders. Once the co-pilot was a safe distance from the building she immediately ran back, despite the calling and shouting of the fire fighters, telling her it was too late. She reached the room again, barely able to keep herself up against the nausea and the panting. She worked at the bolt in a panic-stricken attempt to free Sariah, she was so close. Her vision began to blur but she pushed on, trying her best to focus on the bolt she had to unlock. Just a bit further. Her head began to grow woozy, filled with smoke and her head crashed to the floor. Sar let out a yowl, a panicked cry of despair. Miriam knew she had to go in, she just had to try and save them. Running towards the building, without even fire-proofs she ran in and had to duck under the smoke, following a muddy trail to the door. She avoided all the spilled chemicals artfully, unlocking the bolt and releasing Sar. Who immediately flung his sister onto his back and made a run at the door with Miriam at his tail.

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Her ears flicked. A bandaged Miriam, who had suffered third degree burns, looked over her, eyes full of fright. When she showed consciousness, Miriam smiled "Who's my good girl." She whispered, with a gentle pat and a stroke.


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~Here is where I'll end unless I win her, don't want to write too long a story just to have it wasted because I can't really involve her in it.



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WIP (I apologise for any typos, my keyboard has issues, it really isn't my fault, I will go back and fix as many as I can (also ignore the number of edits somewhat, I’m saving every paragraph and doing separate sessions to fix typos and grammatical errors x))

I would be so ecstatic if I won her, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and certainly the one that represents me the best. I realised I am certainly not the best writer and certainly have a very slim chance of getting her, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway even if I have been ill ovr the past few days and havent actually edited my form much, I click save every other edit x

[amarula]

Whimpers, I really want upgrade, Oh right, Nex, I meant to ask you will you do anymore upgrades