Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

[MalleusGrey]

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[bluehaze]

tracker dog application
+ halloween +

theme song || Even Bad Men Love Their Mothers by Emarosa



username ;;
Tired Tiger
tracker wanted ;;
75
his name ;;
Sternum
meaning of name ;;
It's not a very creative name compared to what others may come up with, but just the sound of it seems so...perfect. It's also know as the breastbone, in your chest. It just has a nice sound to it for him, and it fits him very well to me.

reason i want him ;;
I'm so gonna sound repetitive, but he's such an awesome tracker. I say that about every one i apply for, but gosh, he's downright awesome. He seems to be rather overlooked, but nonetheless i think he's gotta be an amazing one. I love skeletal designs, all the other skeleton trackers are gorgeous and he is no exception.

story? ;;
he will for sure be used in a story! i'm also entering the Spider contest, so i can put him in there, it would be fun! i plan on making him the tracker of one of the main characters. the story is coming along great, but i'm waiting to post it.

basics

height ;;
42 inches
weight ;;
157 lbs
purpose ;;
He hates being said he has an actual purpose. He likes to think that he can do anything. Sternum's handler is a detective and he spends a lot of time in the morgue as well. Whatever they need him to do, he will do.

handler information
name ;; Charles Davenport
gender ;; male
ethnicity ;; african-american
age ;; 27
hair ;; black
eyes ;; oak brown
occupation ;; detective

in depth personality

[ Quiet ]
Sternum is a quiet tracker. He tends to keep to himself and would rather not be seen or heard. Some may think he's stuck up for this, but he is in no way stuck up.

[ Self Absorbed ]
This doesn't mean he's narcissistic. It kind of goes with him being quiet, he'd just rather focus on himself.

[ Lonely ]
Whether it be by choice or not, he's a lonely tracker. Yes, he would rather be alone, but nobody can be alone 24/7 and enjoy it. He does in fact enjoy company, and likes other trackers, but he doesn't do much.

[ History Lover ]
Sternum loves anything antique, old, anything with history. He enjoys learning about how someone died and ghosts. When someone tells an old story, he's all ears and right there, listening attentively.

[ Sensitive ]
You wouldn't think it by looking at him, but he is rather sensitive. He can easily get his feelings hurt and can kind of go into a depressive mode.

[ Calm ]
When on the job, he's the type to sit while his handler talks. He'll listen to them and do whatever is asked of him. He's a smart, bright tracker with lots of potential.

crosscut + short story
warning: some slight self harm. maybe a little gore later on, but not much.

"Look at the poor girls wrists."
He sat in the corner, paws together, back straight. It was cold in the morgue, but Sternum didn't seem to mind too much. He liked the morgue. Charles Davenport placed his hand on his head, scratching gently. The tracker lifted it then pointed his muzzle back to the yellowish figure laying on the table. Yellow meant death. Sternum could smell it too, it was a strong scent. Padding over to the table, he got a better smell of the body. A woman, the one to spoke, stepped closer. She was green, she was healthy. She was Rebecca Hart, the medical examiner.
"They're cut. Did she do that?"
"More than likely...."
"Cause of death?"
"Blunt force trauma to the head." Becca answered.
"What else?"
"There was dirt in the victims lungs. I believe she was buried alive before succumbing to the trauma."
"Object?"
"Seems to be something metal. A crowbar perhaps?" Sternum saw Rebecca's green figure leaning over the yellow. She was looking inside her, he knew.
"This is odd. Her wrists are bruised."
"Was he handcuffed maybe?"
"Maybe. But some of them are yellow, healing. Her teeth were removed too. Not knocked out, you can tell by some of the markings on the other teeth that they were force."
"Sounds like another case we had a few weeks back."
"The one with the boy?" Sternum turned his head to see Charlie's figure nod.
"Yeah, sounds like a serial killer."

Sternum circled around and curled up next to the fireplace. It was raining outside now, and Charlie had a day off. Of course, he had been trying to solve the two cases they had linked months ago. As far as Sternum gathered, Charlie said they both had been abused, but he didn't know if it was by the killer or family. Both victims were young. The first one, the boy, was 13 and the girl was 11. Both had teeth removed, both had sliced their wrists both had been buried. The only difference was the girl was buried alive.
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[Kakashi Hatake]

Tracker Dog Application WIP
Username:Skye101
Tracker Dog you want: Tracker No#77
Name you'll give it: Delano (means Dark in Gaelic)
Reason why you want it: Ive always wanted one but never been able to find the forum

Will it be used in any kind of story? Maybe idk
Describe its personality:it was mistreated as a pup so is not very trusting and nips alot, it trys to act tough and mystrious all the time but reall y under neth all that its really a big softy and it looooves to be hugged and petted although it dosent like people knowing that. It walks silently without a sound and loves playing games.

Likes: dark rainy days, thunderstorms, walking through walls and scaring people, playing pranks,night, midnight strolls, the moon and stars, being tickled on its tummy.

Dislikes: Daylight, being alone, braggers, people who judge a book by its cover, intence heat, has claustraphobia.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:idk i cannot think of one yet ill work on it
all right here goes: on owl shreiked as it was disturbed from its sleep, Skye shivered, and clutched her bow, silently notching an arrow into place, she had been out hunting and had lost track of time, and before she knew it she was surrounded in thick undergrowth in a bit of the forest she had never seen before, mist silently rolled in envoloping her until she could no longer see her own shakeing hand infront of her face, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a man, came crashing through the undergrowth, scattering branches and leaves everywhere. Skye leaped over a bush, and hid there, cowering and shaking, pointing her arrow straight at the man, who had now stopped his charge, and had sat on his haunches, apparently thinking, she stood up slowly, and cried "Who goes there?" With more gutso than she was really feeling, the man looked up, stared at her a sinister smile slowly appearing on his face, he paused, then stood and slowly walked closer to her. As the man came out from the shadows she began to recognise her mistake, the mans eyes were maroon and his hair was a blazing shade of red, his face was as pale as the full moon that had now retreated back behind the clouds as if scared, this man, this sinister man was a Shade. As he advanced he started chanting in a strange language, as he did so a huge dog like creature emerged from behind him, Skye could see right through it and it had blotches al over its body from where it had been whipped, it looked up at her and its chains rattled pitifully, then without warning it tried to break free of its bonds,the shade stopped his advance and drew a hude whip and cracked it over the creatures back. as the creature howled Skye howled and leaped up form her hiding spot, she hated to see animals being abused, she bellowed and fired her arrow at the shade and it pieced his heart, his evil black heart with no feeling what so ever. As the shade lay dying, Skye drew her hunting knife and cut the animal free of its bonds, she then hoisted it onto her back, and ran. At a clearing she stopped briefly to rest and to give the creature siome of the food in her pouch, it gulped down the bread as if it hadnt been feed for days, then it looked up into her eyes and snuggled closer to her as she patted its shaggy fur she started humming softly lulling it to sleep, she then picked it up carfully and continued home, just as she reached her door it woke and let out a shreiking howl, thinking that it was still with the shade, Skye cooed softly and it eventually calmed, she then walked through the door and was greeted by Vaan her companion, Vaan was a black centuar with a firey temper and didnt take to young girls bringing strange animals home. She stamped her hoof , "Skye we cannot have anymore animals here, we have too many already!". "Oh but vaan" Skye sighed "Look the face its so sad" Vaan looked down, her face softening when she saw the blotches and scarres on the poor animmal's body, "alright we can keep him!" as she ruffled Skye's hair. "YES!"Skye yelled "ill go introduce him to jessie!"

Cheers mate

[LaChromaticDragonfly]

Erm. Quick question: Is there a maximum of words we can use? (Hopefully not. /crossedfingers)
My muse is having a severe case of being on a constant sugar-high and the introduction I am writing up has gone a little bit out of hand by now...

I have a quick question, i hope it's not too dumb.

Can it be possible for the Spider tracker to kind of...'shrink' in size? Not really really small, but small enough to kind of sit in the corner of a room and look mostly like a normal spider from a distance?

You can choose either one, this contest is mainly there to test your creativity. c:

Small Note:
For the Spider Contest...I would really prefer it if you went outside the idea of just a story, since that's basically what you would write for a normal Tracker. So please try to make your entry stand out as much as you possibly can.
You can also ask for an extension. c:

[MalleusGrey]

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[Wynd~]

Tracker Dog Application
Username:Wynd~
Tracker Dog you want:#76
Name you'll give it:Donec (pumpkin in latin)
Reason why you want it: I would really like one and they look cool. I REALLY REALLY WANT IT!!!!!but it will be nice for the person who wins him. Good JOB Desiing HIM!!!!!

Will it be used in any kind of story?maybe...
Describe its personality:LOyal (He will never leave your side),forgiving, fun, sweet, misunderstood by people, (i mean come on! Hes just trying to have fun!)all the other thing you wrote (which are very good)

Write an introduction for your Tracker:It's a dog! It's a pumpkin! no, its Donec!If I where you, I would watch out on Halloween. His glowing face may give you a scare!

"Mom, wait for me!!!" I shouted as we ran towards the pumpkin patch. My brother was having a 2nd grade field trip and I was aloud to come. WE where going to pick out a pumpkin. When we got there, I looked and I could see thousands of pumpkins some big and small, bumpy and smooth. My brother was going to pick one, bring it back to school, and carve it. (With help from his grade 10 buddy of course.) I had to find my pumpkin before my brother did or else, Id have to go without one. I scaned over the pumpkins. This would be hard to chose.
5 minuites later, my brother had gotten his. I sighred. "Do we have to go?" I asked my mom. "Yes" she said.
That night, I really wanted a pumpkin. So I decided to sneak off at night. I was going to get a pumpkin if it was the last thing I could do. That night I went. WHEN I got there, i noticed I had fogotten to bring a flashlight. I slaped my head with my hand. "Nuts".
I walked around dumbly, blinded by the dark. When my eyes ajusted, I started looking for a pumpkin. I looked in the distance and saw something glowing. I took a step closer. It moved, and dissapeared. "W-w-whos there?" I whispered. I heard footsteps coming closer. Suddenly, something jumped out at me. Its head glowed!

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[ruby5602]

Username:
ruby5602

Spider's Gender:

Male

Reason Why I Want Him:

I promised myself I wouldn't go for a Halloween Tracker...but he was just too tempting. And a story popped in my head. I love his eight legs, one of my favorite features of him. His long ears are super adorable and I can picture him threating people when raising them. The little cross on his chest makes him look more innocent than he is, maybe it's there to make you think he's the hero, when really he's the villian.

Spider's Personality:

.:.Mischevious.:.

Spider

Story:

[nowi]

S P I D E R .

Username: TessaKitty

Spider's Gender: Male
Spider's Personality: Spider is an independent tracker who prefers to stay on his own. He is actually very shy and self-conscious. He hates to be seen, as he does care very much about his appearance, but after his transformation, has become a grotesque beast.

Story:
Ssssh
The spider slid down the silky thread, landing delicately on the floor. It skittered off behind a bookshelf and disappeared. The mad scientist watched it with glee, pouring a liquid into a vial. He moved the bookshelf away from the wall, exposing the spider crouching there. He gave a cruel smile and stepped on the creature. He picked it off his boot and dropped it into the potion. The liquid bubbled and steamed, seeming to omit an ominous glow. The scientist laughed maniacally and put a stopper into the vial. He placed it on a shelf and exited the room, cackling.
He turned down a hallway lit with a few torches, held to the wall with sharp, polished claws. He took a key out of his lab coat and unlocked a large metal door at the end of the hallway. It creaked ominously as he pushed it open. The scientist sat down at a desk in the middle of the room. He flipped open a dark black device and placed it in front of him. The screen on it flickered slightly before focusing on a tall, shadowy figure.
"My liege," the scientist said. "The potion is ready."
A cackling laugh emanated from the device. "Well done, Franz," the voice said. "Do not disappoint me this time."
"Certainly, my liege." The device shut off abruptly and Franz stood up. He pushed his gray hair back out of his eyes and walked towards the door.
His eyes glinted as he turned once more to the room containing the potion.......

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Amadeus stood proudly at the top of the steps, the sun shining off his glinting fur. He was strong, handsome, everything he wanted. He was very proud of his appearance, and he loved the way he looked. Though he couldn't see his face, he knew he was a sight to behold. He descended the steps, holding his head high. He was the most beautiful stealth tracker in the world. He lived with a rich family who could provide him with whatever he wanted. Why should he go and do police work when he could be pampered and swooned over at home. His "servants," as he called them, had dressed him in a cape and tie. He didn't care that trackers didn't wear clothes, he was different. He wanted this. He enjoyed it. They had even fashioned a special mask for him that would still allow him to see from all his sensors. My, was he pretty. It was obvious as he walked that he cherished himself over anything.

[Tiikeria]

-{| "The ghosts you chase you never catch." |}-

-{| John Malkovich |}-

-{| Tracker Dog Application: Halloween Series |}-

-{| Basic Information |}-

-{| Number |}-

75

-{| Full Name |}-

Riamh
[ Gaelic for "Never in the past" ]

-{| Gender |}-

Male

-{| Species |}-

Tracker Dog

-{| Reason why you want it |}-

WHY HERE

-{| Will it be used in any kind of story? |}-

ANSWER HERE

-{| Mental Characteristics |}-

-{| Personality |}-

PERSONALITY PARAGRAPH HERE

-{| Riamh in a Nutshell |}-

-PERSONALITY TRAIT HERE

-{| Likes |}-

-History
EXPLANATION OF LIKES HERE

-{| Dislikes |}-

-DISLIKES HERE
EXPLANATION OF DISLIKES HERE

-{| Song |}-

Storyteller - Trapt

-{| Family and Historical Information |}-
-{| Handler |}-

Cameron Wilson
[ Human ]
[ Living ]

-{| My Story |}-

HISTORY/STORY HERE

-{| Physical Attributes |}-

-{| Weight |}-

68 lbs

-{| Height |}-

25 in
[ Ground to shoulder ]

-{| Other Information |}-

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Hopefully you don't mind my form set up. I made sure it had everything you asked for, however. :3

[LaChromaticDragonfly]

=TRACKER DOG APPLICATION SERIES 22=

A very quiet and self-absorbed Tracker. He prefers to be alone, but, quite unusually, he adores listening to others stories and going to historical places

=Username=
xX-Nix-Xx

=Tracker Dog you want=
ID: #75

=Name you'll give it=
Pyrotechnic
Otherwise called Pyro.
Pyrotechnics is the manufacturing of fireworks; I chose this name based on the striped designs on the legs and belly because they remind me of fireworks.
His method also resembles Fireworks as he is explosive and loud at his choosing but otherwise he is silent and watchful, most are overwhelmed when he goes into this explosive mode.

=Reason why you want it=
GENERAL
When I first looked over the series #77 took over my attention, I didn’t give much thought to 75, that was until I got bored at school and started to draw him, he was so much fun to draw and I fell in love instantly, knowing that he was the one I was going for!

APPEARANCE
I am a sucker for dark designs!
On my phone I have his image saved (Removed if I don’t get him). Because of his transparent background it turned the background black, making it look like he really was part of a skeleton, at least on his back.
I love the stripped pattern on his legs and belly, as I said it makes him look as if he has fireworks exploding around him, it has always been an old idea of mine that was a tracker with firework markings and here it is!
I love his light orange tongue and ears, I have always loved those colours on a tracker, it gives him a scary appearance!

PERSONALITY
What can I say?
I just love the fact that he can be a little self-absorbed and shall we say vain?
His personality goes perfectly with his dark and slightly mysterious appearance that goes with it. His interest in historical things gives him a feel that although his pride would be an obstacle, it is a recipe for an older wiser Tracker, Pyro believes he can learn from the past and be better prepared for the future.
So far this has led him to come up with unique ways of dealing with things that many others wouldn't think of.
It amuses Alexandria as she is usually two steps ahead of the game, to see how Pyro reacts to individual situations.
It’s also cool how he loves to listen to stories, the race of faeries have very many to offer him and he enjoys their visits greatly as they usually have amazing stories to tell.

STORY IDEAS
Pyro is perfect for my 'Artemis Fowl' Fan-fiction in which a young girl (Alexandria Perfentis), A child genius who calls herself a modern day Robin Hood, coming up with complex or sometimes simple when the mood hits, plans to rob criminals and large banks of their money, usually depositing it into children charities as such.
Although some may be concerned that the part she takes most joy in is the proses of taking the money.

Alexandria has recently discovered a race of faeries living underground, hiding by their advancements in technology. After a few misunderstandings with the faeries police force (LEPrecon), the faeries have decided to count Alexandria and her body guard Tora as friends of the race.
That's not to say everything is peaceful though.

Pyro accompanies Tora and Alexandria on their various little explorations, usually called upon to help in a plan or to help protect Alexandria, the tracker enjoys traveling as one of the common jobs they are called to do is recover museum artefacts that have been stolen.
Not to mention his companions are friends with the world’s oldest race...

TORA’S OPINION
“Well let’s see… Pyro just seemed the best suited out of the three, Trackers are very exclusive and hard to get although honestly I’m not surprised that Alexandria was able to find this place. Number seventy-six seemed a bit creepy and was too boisterous; a calmer companion would be needed at the mansion. Number seventy-seven honestly seemed like it would rather not have anything to do with me, I saw it walk through a wall which quite honestly un-nerved me although never tell Alexandria I told you that.
When I saw Seventy-Five there was a sort of connection, mostly based on respect, neither knew the other but we both knew this was someone we could respect. I was quite happy when LCD suggested I take him for a ‘test run’ It was amazing, he responded to all my commands!
I think he will do well in our various… Shall we say adventures?”

=PYROTECHNICS FILE=

Name: Pyrotechnics
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Species: Tracker Dog
Sub-Species: Normal
Height: 65cm at the withers
Weight: 70lbs
Coat: Short, Smooth

=Will it be used in any kind of story?=
Pyro will definitely be involved in many short stories I make with my characters; I am planning on using them more around Chicken Smoothie so you will see him in several pieces of art and RP’s as well as the stories.
In the stories he is Tora Noxas partner. Tora’s job is to be a body guard for the 12 year old child genius Alexandria Perfentis. In the time they spend at the mansion of the Perfentis family. Pyro roams the halls hand makes sure of no intruders. He accompanies the pair through their many adventures and proves essential to their success.

=Describe its personality=
Pyro is quite proud of whom he is and doesn’t take kindly to others telling him off. For this reason he responds well to positive reinforcement and if he gets something wrong, a gentle nudge in the right direction. Enjoys people knowing his pride but is held back by his dislike to be the centre of attention.

Pyro can be a bit vain, he thinks quite highly of himself and won't really let anyone tell him otherwise but despite this he still looks to Tora for reassurance but once he has the confidence that he knows what he's doing he'll try to make you think he knew the whole time, usually acting a bit over the top but hey! Who's to tell him that right?

Pyro gets his observation skills from the many stories he has been told, through them all it has become clear to him that observation is what eventually leads to successes, remembering this he has leaned to enhance his skills of observation. He is naturally quiet and this helps him see things that others would usually miss.

When forced into a fight Pyro can be quite unpredictable which is one of the things that give him his name, he will go into a series of ferocious snaps and barks, this is the only time be becomes loud as he is a naturally quiet Tracker. He usually overwhelms his opponents as it is near impossible to predict his next move.

Pyro will go great lengths to protect his people however one must earn his loyalty before he extends it to them, he won’t protect someone just because they’re there. Once you have earned his loyalty you have earned it for life, he won’t ever take it back and will stick by you.

One thing that Pyro can never live down is his tendency to be a bit jumpy, often spooking at shadows and freaking out over the littlest surprises, his loyalty keeps him rooted to his trainers side but it’s not uncommon to see him trembling after a fright but his pride keeps him challenging anyone who states this to him and may be more prone to snapping in this state.


=Write an introduction for your Tracker=
“Tora, I would like you to find Pyro and bring him to the car” A young girl of twelve with white-blonde hair told the larger, the older girl seemed more mature than most her age but it was clear who had the authority,
“Yes Alex” Tora replied respectfully bobbing her head and walking out through the large interact doors, leaving the computers beeping and whirring behind her,
“Pyro!” She called striding down the hallway, looking into each of the large rooms as she went, everything showed just how rich the family was but there was still no sign of the skeletal tracker she was seeking,
“I think you will find our friends are in the dining room” Alex’s voice told her calmly over the communication system, Tora nodded once, she knew her charge would be able to see her through the many cameras she had to watch over the mansion.

As Tora made her way to the dining room she began to hear a male voice,
“That’s when the troll broke through the wall, tall as a two-story building; you should have seen the faces of the LEP officers…” The voice said with animation as if they were back at that place, Tora smiled to herself as she walked into the room, seeing the normal Tracker, Pyrotechnic, sitting and listening raped to the story the small elf was telling, the elf was tall for his species but was only the height of 12 year old Alexandria, he had dark brown hair and blue eyes that showed laughter and amusement in their depths.
“Hey, Tora!” He greeted her smiling, his full body Lep uniform had several guns attached to the belt, in the corner there was a helmet sitting quietly,
“Hello Charlie, how’s everything going underground?” Tora asked him, a grin stretching across her face as Pyro looked around, his ears pricked happily,
“Good, well that is until Commander Truffle blew a gasket” He replied happily jabbing his thumb in the direction of the helmet which Tora had no doubt held several recordings of the Commanders angry tone. Just then Pyro nudged the elf forcefully on the shoulder causing Charlie to fall flat on his behind, Pyro wanted to hear the rest of the story
“Insistent ain’t he?” Charlie commented getting up off the floor and rubbing the Trackers head “Later”
“Well just now we have a job for him. Stolen museum artifact, the police are paying top dollar for Tracker involvement” Tora replied, she enjoyed helping out the police and she knew Pyro would be especially interested in this one, on cue the Trackers ears pricked up and he looked around, his tail thumping on the floor,
“Well actually that is what I am here for. That artifact is no artifact but a piece of our technology, the tracking device was destroyed in the arctic water it fell in, not to mention the killer whales found it an amusing toy” He told her grinning.
Tora returned his smile; she knew how much the inventor of this technology would enjoy having it mistaken for an artifact.
“While you’re having a nice little chat whomever it is has a nice little piece of technology” Alex observed, walking into the room and causing Pyro to jump, his head darting around in shock, Tora reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder to soothe him as Charlie chuckled.
“Well that’s not the only thing” Charlie stated sheepishly after a moment as Tora raised an eyebrow,
“The thief has run right into a well-known lair of a troll” Alex finished as Pyro flicked up his ears in anticipation, now he might get to play this story for real…

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The crowded city relayed the white noise of the constant chatter of those going to and from work on their daily business, sky-scrapers and other buildings competed for the height advantage.
In all the noise no one noticed the small twelve year old girl with white-blonde hair and a long white dress step out of a black care followed shortly by a fifteen year old girl with jet black hair and emerald eyes, wearing a black singlet top with brown cargo-pants and holding a black briefcase.
The normal Tracker was the last to emerge from the car, his ears flicking nervously as if he disliked being among so many people, his dark fur and white markings only seemed to make him more conspicuous along with his orange tongue, nose and ears it make him quite a target for incredulous looks.
Suddenly an empty coffee cup clattered to the ground beside Pyro making him jump, his ears flicking back and forth wildly trying to catch every sound and process if they were a danger to him, he felt Tora’s firm hand on his shoulder just as she had back at the mansion and he remembered once more why he had wanted to go to her, through everything she stayed calm and in control, her firm hand telling him she wouldn’t let him fall.
Without a word Alex started walking, people made way for her, a little girl walking down the street, what could be cuter? That was until they saw her eyes, her expression was too serious, her eyes too intelligent for a normal girl. Still the older girl following her seemed to be more normal, slim but muscular build, anyone who had the time to notice would see she was placing herself in such a way she would be in the line of all attacks, her eyes mirrored the ears of her tracker, constantly on alert for any danger.
“The Troll is located on the south side of the city, four miles south” Alex said eventually, turning down a side ally, seemingly carefree although her body guard knew that mind would be working out all the risks and how to overcome them.
Tora was about to ask how she intended to get them four miles because she knew for a fact her charge wasn’t going to walk the whole way,
“Did you bring the money?” Alex questioned as if knowing Tora was wondering on this, in response Tora replied promptly,
“Yes”
“Good” The little girl ended the conversation; glad with the fact there was $5000 in the case.

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A little while later they walked into a small house, the paint was peeling and the place was generally dirty, the yellow jeep was a stark contrast to the house as it was gleaming, the water pooling around the wheels told the group it had been freshly washed.
“Weapons?” Tora asked casually,
Pyro took this as a command and broke away from the group trotting toward the jeep he began to sniff around it, looking back, suddenly unsure of himself but Tora’s confident nod sent him strutting around the jeep. Definitely the scent of a human, grubby and un-appealing. The tracker rose on his hind legs, putting his front paws on the side of the jeep, he wasn’t made for stealth so he didn’t worry when his black claws made two puncture holes on the jeep door. Gripping the handle with strong jaws he jerked back away from the car, the door opening obediently.
Pyro jumped inside, sniffing intently, the scent of gun-powder hung in a clear trail, as he worked Pyro snorted, they could have at least made it more of a challenge, taking the pistol from under the drivers chair he turned around,
“Oi! Get out of there you mangy mutt!” A man cried from the open door, looking every much as grubby as he smelled, he shirt must have been white once upon a time but now it was a muddy grey, giving a snarl Pyro launched himself from the driver’s seat, across the passengers and straight at the man who yelped and flung himself backwards in an attempt to dodge the flying animal.
“What is the meaning of this? You don’t offer me payment and send in some dog to destroy my jeep!” The man cried trying to regain whatever dignity he had left, at the same moment he realized Pyro who had given the gun to Tora and was now sitting smugly by his mistresses’ side, was not any dog he had ever seen, while he gawked at the Tracker Alex spoke in a bored tone,
“I brought your money because it is in fact illegal to travel up the path I must go on. I know you hid that gun to destroy evidence of you being up there. Now Tora has the gun and many others you will take us there”
The man brushed of his shirt attempting to recover as he visibly wondered if it was really worth it but eventually he nodded hastily, retreating to his jeep hurriedly.
Tora grinned with amusement; this was the bit she enjoyed the most, when the other realized there was no outsmarting her charge, she followed Alexandria in with Pyro sitting comfortably on her lap as they drove off to face the troll…

Congratulations, Nix dear~