I can't seem to edit my old post, it keeps on saying "Invalid" when I try to post it. :3 So here is my form! : D
Tracker Dog Application Series 2Username: To Kill The Necarae
Tracker Dog you want: #7
Name you'll give it: I'd name her Next.
Reason why you want it: One of my favorite color combinations is green and black. Her coloring, and the almost tooth-like markings made me fall in love at first sight. I also find it quite interesting, how she is dominat and requires a strong-willed handler. I chose her name, Next, because she seems like the "next" level of tracker - That is to say, a more vicious dog not only used to find criminals, but take them down as well.
Will it be used in any kind of story?: Yes! Oh, heck yes.
Describe its personality: Next is a true brute of a tracker. Her sense of dominance consumes her, making her very strong willed and typically headstrong. She is aggressive and difficult to handle, but when under the command of a loud, demonstrative and strong-willed master, she is a mind-numbingly brilliant and perfect partner. Her thought process is not a sharp as that of a man, but she still arrives at the same conclusion a few seconds ahead, which keeps her alive in her job.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
"Vado!"There was a ringing of gunfire in the air, loud in reality but soft when locked up in my head. There was a familiar mix of gunpowder and fear in the air, strong enough to lead me to my target. Alone and insane in my kennel, I drifted between the nightmarish state of sleep and the asylum of reality.
Although it had been years since I had been bested by a criminal, the breaking memory still surfaced in all my dreams. His steely-grey face, the black-beetle coat, the silver bullet which had been meant for me but instead had taken my Master.
Masters voice still rung clearly in my ears, commanding me to attack each person who dared to touch me, saying that I was His alone.
I unfurled my limbs, the strength in them fading each day as my imprisioners tried to make me more docile with various medications. They didn't understand; I was never a docile creature; only a tamed beast marching to a Masters tune. They didn't see; that the only thing which would bring me back was the Game; the Game of the Hunt.
Shots were often exchanged in my line of duty, but never with this urgency. Shell casings littered the ground, some slipping between my toes as I danced on the end of my leash, waiting for the Game to begin.
"Team three, we have a one-oh-one, team three, over."
Master dropped to one knee, unclipping his revolver and giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. I grumbled a complaint, but not loud enough for him to hear. It was his way of giving me luck, and I knew I would need it.
Unclipping my leash and stuffing it in his pocket, Master edged his way to the front of the yard. The grass billowed around us like a sea of bronze, a honey-colored ocean awash in the moonlight. I scented eagerly, trying to lock on a trail.I heard the clink of metal on metal, steel toes on a steel floor. Other howls broke out, some begging simply for attention, others begging for food, and some begging for both. I remained silent, turning my back to the kennel door, refusing to give my time to a weak human.
When they opened my door, I stiffened at first, then heaved a great sigh. There was no point in fighting them.
When the footsteps did not approach me, I flicked up one ear. Usually the humans come straight in, perhaps this one knew of my past. Lazily pivoting my ears, I listened to the breathing. Headstrong male. How typical.
Perhaps the game could go on...
"Vado!"
I slipped into the grass, Master on the other side of the yard. I knew the criminal was hiding somewhere in this yard, but only I could bring him down.
A clear trail was laid by the fool, glimmering a neon blue in my scent-vision. The closer I got, the stronger it was. As I stepped on my first shell casing, I saw him. His face was hard, crossed with many lines. I backed into the brush again, sending out my signal to Master that I had him.As the male entered my kennel, he clicker softly, like a geiger-counter. I growled low, a sound easily misinterpreted by humans. They often thought it was a welcoming signal. As he approached, I stiffened my hackles and stood up, raising my head and spinning round like a top, preparing to fight.
A faint outline showed me his pressure points, another handy mapping function which had been grafted into my brain.
I could hear His voice.
"Vado!"
I lunged.
A whisper in the wind, the rustling of the grass covering the click of His gun. Our comradeship was our only binding link, and now it was time for my favorite game.
"Freeze!"
I dashed ahead, mapping his most important blood supply and the quickest death. But as I charged and leapt, a single silver bullet flew from the gun. I twisted, making a midair arc. It narrowly missed me, but took my master straight in the heart.