Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Aiki]

Congratualations TessaKitty!

[nowi]

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Wow, thank you so much, I never thought I'd win. I promise I'll take good care of this lovely tracker~
And I'd love to hear the reason I won, but I'd be happy to wait until tomorrow~

[Firefly_Dreamer]

congrats ^^ im going to get my second form ready just in case i don't get the tracker i want.

[Lilybug1997]

Work in progress

Tracker Dog Application Series 20

Username:Moko-chan97

Tracker Dog you want:65

Name you'll give it:

Reason why you want it: I have been watching the trakers since they started. I was never before that intrested into adopting from centers or agencies. But slowly I started to get into it more, to RP and stuff. So when I saw Series 20 I pounced on it. They look amazeing but out of the whole group he really cought my eye. Not just the fact that he has a mouth on his neck [though it cant eat] but the fact that his ribs can be wings, I mean thats just amazeing he would look so fierce hunting with them outstreatched to fend preditors off or to scare pray.

I already have a load of ideas for art that I can do since im not the most amazeing at stories, as you can tell by my form. I would love to make a short comic with him hunting

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Describe its personality:

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

[Temperance.]

[good luck everyone ]

[Hidden Insanity]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20

(Simple flat coloured sketch by myself)
Username:
Hidden Insanity
Tracker Dog you want:
#65
Name you'll give it:
Riddle.
No real reason behind the name other than, I like it and think it suits him quite nicely.
Reason why you want it:
Well I'd love a Tracker of my own and always look each time a new series comes out, there is often one I like but it's rare that one gives me enough inspiration to write a form. When these first came out I was determined that #62 was the one I would try for but my mind gave me nothing to work with and idea's kept forming for Riddle instead, he certainly wasn't the one I planned to try for but now he is defiantly the one I want to try for and it would be amazing to be able to own him, flesh out his story some more and sketch him all the time. He very quickly found his way to be my favorite tracker of the series and maybe all Trackers ever created.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
His story for sure and seeing as my inspiration has pretty much gone crazy over him I'm sure he will show up in a lot of my writing and drawing for that matter, more so drawing as I draw more than write and he was challenging but fun to draw.

Describe its personality:
Riddle is bouncy, clumsy, puppy like, playful and all out fun to be around, well that is if you're on his good side. He loves playing with people and making them laugh, often getting in the way though with his silly antics. It seems his tail never stops wagging and he normally has a goofy grin on his face.

On the surface Riddle's personality is somewhat like a big puppy, he bouncy, clumsy and playful, really just fun to be around as long as you're on his good side. Dig a little deeper and this is what you'll find.

.Playful.
Right off Riddle is a very playful Tracker, whether it be fetching a stick or setting up some prank to play on an unsuspecting human. He loves to play and make others happy, often wearing a goofy grin on his face and having his tail wagging like mad.

.Clumsy.
Maybe not a personality trait but Riddle is prone to acts of sheer clumsiness quite often, tripping over his paws or spilling something on himself, though with a good sense of humor he just shakes these things off.

.Protective.
As his job needs him to be, Riddle is quite the protective Tracker of his human. Unless deemed safe by him no one get's near her and he will gladly open his second mouth and raise the ribcage to intimidate someone if need be, he can look quite menacing when he wants to.

.Smart.
Although yes he is smart it's not often used for good exactly, Riddle much prefers to use his mind for creating bigger and better pranks, he can and will spend hours of thought on a single prank. Of course he shows how smart he is in other ways too, he can navigate his way round a new place with ease and learning something new is always on the agenda, he'd just rather it was a new way to form a good prank.

.Cheerful.
All he needs is a happy voice and a stick being thrown across the yard, then Riddle is off bounding around. It's almost impossible to get this Tracker down and sad, he has such a positive outlook on life and his surroundings. He is the one to see the silver lining, the bright light and the reason to be happy in any situation.


Write an introduction for your Tracker:
The voices were what awoke me, one I recognized, a scientist for sure but the other was unfamiliar but growing louder as footsteps approached "... you see we've tried, people and canines before but she feels uncomfortable having a bodyguard follow her round school and canines just aren't working, none pass all the tests" standing up slowly in my cage I listened more to the conversation, curious to what this unknown human was on about "we were passed information on these Tracker Dogs and they sound wonderful" I then picked up the scientists reply moment's before I saw both turn the corner to face me "yes I completely understand and believe we have just the one for your purpose, now don't be al..." the scientist was cut off as as loud gasp came from the man in the suit, sigh here we go again, alarmed by my looks as usual "look sir, you say this girl needs protection and Tracker 65 has the looks to scare threats off but is friendly to those deemed safe, bring her in tomorrow as ultimately the young lady should have the final say in who is protecting her."

Snippets of the conversation as they left I caught but they didn't make much sense "classified information" "just a child" "she must be protected" but that was all leaving my mind to work out what they meant, a girl with classified information it didn't make sense really but for now was the best I could come up with, the scientist from before came back with my dinner and a friendly call of "Dinner 65, you got a big day tomorrow"

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Voices once again, the same two, wasn't someone else supposed to be coming with them? Huh no there is someone, they just are quiet. Expecting a scream as the new comer saw my appearance, I must say it was a shock when the young teenage female with the man and the scientist didn't scream, squeal, hide or look frightened, no none of that instead she said something to the man, taking another look, though I couldn't make out colours to well I could tell the teenager was short, maybe about 5' 1" and had a small build making her look tiny, short hair stuck up in ends around her face and she had a huge smile on her face.
Wagging my tail as my tongue lolled out to one side around the grin I was sure had formed across my own face, the cage was opened and the girl walked toward me before I saw a hand stretch out carefully, pushing the bone that was my nose into her hand I listened as she asked "can I have him, Riddle would be great protection."

Over the seemingly short hour as paperwork was filled out and signed I learnt Riddle was to be my name, my owners name is Kate and she is under government protection for she holds some classified information, hasn't told me what it is yet. She is 19 and in college and I'm to follow and protect her from potential threats, as long as she gives me treats I can do this.

(Totally rushed as I'm going away for a few days, sorry)

[-Obsidian]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20


Username:
Bluestar123

Tracker Dog you want:
#65

Name you'll give it:
'Thanatos'
Derived from the Greek God of Death, purely meaning 'death'.
'Than' for short.

Reason why you want it:
As everyone around here, I love your tracker dogs, Nex. As this is your last series, I am partically keen to try and get one - they all seem just that tiny bit more special. This particular guy seems even more so.

I adore his 'undead' effects, and the clever little features like the moving ribcage and second mouth. He's very creative design-wise, unlike any other creature - mythical or not - that I've ever heard of or seen. Where you got the inspiration from...or if it just came from your mind - even better!
I have tried for a couple of trackers (of which I was succsseful once) and I was hoping to get a second. I've missed out on a few, but though I think he takes a few looks-at for you to realize just how fabulouse he really is, I've finally realised that he's beautiful in his own way. I truly believe that he is it.

I hope this form strucks lucky!

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Oh my yes, I can think of so many brilliant tales about this young tracker already!

Describe its personality:

Thanatos is, first and foremost, very sensitive. Who would think that such a brutal-looking creature could be mentally-scarred so easily? But Thanatos is. If you or I got thrown an insult, we'd simply ingore it and think hw immature that person is, yes? 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me'? Than is different. He dosen't take the blows of insults easily. Instead he crumbles inside. A few simple words with enough vigor leave Thanatos in ruins. Eventually he gets over them, but he never forgets them completely.

Intelligent. Despite being so sensitive, Thantos is surprsingly intelligent. He's not the smartest tracker there is, but he is fairly clever. Perhaps his quiteness makes him observant, letting him take in the world and note things aroung him, or maybe he's just natrually clever, but this a trait he hides most of the time. Have you ever been teased for being smart? Thanatos is pushed-around enough already, even without showing now clever he actually is. Thanatos finds hiding things from others and even himself is the best way to live sometimes.

Thanatos is very much a gentleman. He is caring, understanding and not selfish at all. The problem of course, is that there's no one to ever repay kindness to. He's attempted it, but any he approaches either runs away or says something nasty. He dosen't understand why people don't give him even a chance to show them who he reallly is inside. Being rejected in such away maybe affects him more than the insults. Either way, Thanatos has found that once a reputation has been made of one, it is hard to change it.

Lastly, mis-understood. Thanatos was blessed with a terribly mis-leading name, and at first glance, his visable organs and un-earthly second mouth and moving rib-cage and sharp spines and long, wipping tail make many-a-fool recoil in disgust. Though demon-looking, Thanatos is nothing like his appearence would tell.
He is teased for the simple reason that anyone or anything is teased: he is different. He can't help that others think his outer-self looking like a blood-thirsty monster, when he's actually very beautiful. Anyway, it's what's inside that counts, no?
In Thanatos's case, people remain to only allow themselves to see what their eyes see - not what their mind sees. It is a constant reminder to him that some people do live in black-and-white.

Thanatos lives in a constant cycle of rejection, insults and fear. His world is shrouded in the depths of other's hate; he carries the rest of the world's waste. Sometimes he thinks that he was named Thanatos for more reasons that he first thought.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Thanatos lay in the grass. His head was cocked up at the sky above him. His second mouth was open a little from the strain of the simple action. It was late evening or there-about. Thanatos was outside the tracker facilty, quite some way from the other trackers that resided there.
He was out in the acres of land surrounding the facilty, which was sometimes used for training; mock-missions and such.
He liked it out here. Partly because it was far away from the rest of the trackers. Partly because of the calm atmosphere, and the cool grass under his torso, and how quiet it was - quiet enough to think of anything you wanted without disturbance.
Thanatos liked it because he could be in solice. He could be without the hurtful comments.
As he gazed up at the sky, he noted that a storm was coming over. The dark, dark clouds rolling across the sunshine, blocking out the light. Thanatos heard the voices come. 'Isn't it ashame that he has two mouths, and dosen't use either?'....'Hey Thanny! Have you been playing with the ugly-stick again?'...'Ewww! It's horrible!'.... Thanatos looked back over his shoulder, but of course, there was no one there.
It was the insults that scarred his mind, constantly on re-play. He sighed as the first drops of rain ran down his muzzle. He wrapped himself up into a grey-green ball and wondered if it was just by conicendce that he was directly below the storm cloud.

[Stray Dog]

Alive or dead? That's for you to decide.

Tracker Dog Application Series 20

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'He lurks inside your dreams,
He dominates your nightmares;
Hungering for your soul,
None are safe.
With mouthes open wide,
He'll tear you to shreds;
While feeding on your soul,
Blood stains your subconscious.
He is Grimmoire Hyde,
Bringing death with each step;
Live or die,
The decision is yours alone.'

Username: Stray Dog
Tracker Dog you want: Number 65
Name you'll give it: Grimmoire Hyde
Reason why you want it: A second mouth? An outer ribcage? A deep red pointed tongue? Spikes randomly sticking out of its legs? Bro, I needed him. Grimmoire, or Grim as I fondly refer to him as, caught my attention and captured my love as soon as I laid eyes on him. After scrolling through a very Bonds-like spy-like stealth tracker, an intelligent and witty illusionist, a deadly and intimidating shark-like tracker and an aerial tracker with a cannon atop its head, I was dreading choosing a Tracker to write a form for. As soon as I laid eyes on Grim, all the other Trackers – no matter how stealthy, magical, deadly or unique – were forced out of my mind leaving only Grimmoire Hyde standing in the spotlight.
Will it be used in any kind of story? Grimmoire will feature in the life story of a character of mine, Stitch. So, yes, Grim will be a supporting character in the story and, well, he'll have his own story posted in this same post ;)
Describe its personality: Grimmoire Hyde was created a monster but never wished to be one. He was originally a kind and curious Tracker but the growls and snarls directed at him by other Trackers and the teasing and hackling from a couple of cruel humans whose soul desire for having Grim created were so he could scare the living daylights out of smalll children drove his kindness deep within him. Sadly, Grimmoire became the monster he was designed to be, snapping at anything and everything, using his outer ribcage to serve as a warning to strangers and opening and closing his silent second mouth if they got too close.
Grimmoire is suspicious of many and only grows fond of those he gets used to and don't raise their voice. Raised voices scare him intensly then cause him to lash out full force.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:

"Do you remember that tale from when we were young? A tale of a monster with two mouthes?"
"You mean Grimmoire Hyde? A beast said to devour your flesh with one mouth and-"
"And suck out your soul with the second. Yes, that very same creature."
"What of him? It was just a story to scare little children into eating their vegetables and going to bed early. A myth, a legend. Why would you bring it up now?"
"Well, what if we were to create our own 'Grimmoire Hyde?' A beast with two mouthes who feeds off the flesh and life force of humans. A monster that takes flight into the night skies using nothing but an outer ribcage as wings, flying to terrorize children and tear them apart in their sleep."
"That's ridiculous! Even with our technology, there is no way we could create such a being-"
"But there is one who could bring about out the birth of our very own Grimmoire Hyde . . ."
"You couldn't possibly mean Nexivyle Ta'ar . . . could you?"
"Professor Ta'ar has a brilliant mind and I'm sure this story of ours will greatly intrigue her."
"I'm not so sure . . ."
"Just imagine the looks on children's faces when they see Grimmoire Hyde walking down the street! They'd always behave well, knowing he would kill them if they didn't listen to their parents! We'd be idolised in every parents' eyes for making their children the perfect angels."
"Very well but you must be the one to take the song to her and the idea."
"It'll be my pleasure."

* * *

Grimmoire Hyde had been born. Pacing back and forth in his cage, growling quietly to himself. He'd been in there for months now, listening as Tracker after Tracker was taken away. Now it was just him, a sweet-smelling female Tracker who made a lot of noise every time she moved and a strange, stronger male Tracker who constantly teased Grim on his second mouth, strange ears and rib cage.
Grimmoire didn't like this Tracker.
A strong scent assaulted Grimmoire's sensitive nose and he backed into the darkness of his cage. The jingling nearby told him that the female Tracker had also done the same while the cocky male had begun growling. Realising he was showing weakness, Grim quickly made his way to the front of his cage, growling and snarling as the scent closed in on him. It smelled of fire, ashes, licorice and death.
Whatever was standing right outside his cage was pure evil.
"What a faaaasssssscinating creeeaature"
A small whimper escaped Grimmoire's throat but he quickly turned it into a sharp bark, moving his ribcage like a pair of wings in an attempt to intimidate the creature outside his cage. Using all his senses other than the sight he wished he had, the image of a human boy, an image that swirled in a mix of black, red, blue and purple, appeared within Grimmoire's mind. But that wasn't what had spoken for this boy, Stitch, did not have the ability to speak. Why, you ask?
His mouth had been sewn tight when he was only two years old.
No, the creature making Grimmoire Hyde quiver was Rabbit Bones, a mass of the darkest black you could ever imagine with piercing red eyes that glowed with a fire straight from Hell. He was Stitch's shadow, ripped from his body fourteen years ago in an exorcism performed by a Reverand long passed. Stitch had his mouth sewn tightly shut so Rabbit Bones could never merge with him again for, if he did, a purely evil and powerful demon named Stitch Bones would return to this world and nobody wanted that.
Although unable to speak, Stitch knew perfect English and, if his mouth were only opened, he would have been able to talk and tell Grim that he was not here to harm him. Instead, it was the duty of Rabbit Bones, who was so much a part of Stitch that he could read his mind, to relay the message.
"Unfooouuurtunately we are not hear to haaarrrm you doooog." Rabbit Bones hissed in a low voice, flashing his sharp white teeth in a grin that Grimmoire instantly sensed and began opening and closing his second mouth. He was more afraid than he'd ever been but he would not back down.
"Oh looook Sssssstitch. He haaaaas the mouth yooooouuu never got to uuussse"
Stitch frowned, the one eye you could see from under his black and blue hair staring intently at Grimmoire Hyde as he continued growling. He reached out his pale hand through the steel bars and placed it gently on Grimmoire's head, stroking it once then slowly pulling back.
Grimmoire ceased growling, instead sitting and cocking his head to the side, red tongue hanging out stupidly. Maybe an owner, a partner, would be a good thing for him. Something to get Grim away from the monsters who wanted him alive. But a low chuckling caused Grim to begin his growling once more as Rabbit Bones reached one long black tentacle of shadow into the cage and into Grimmoire's slightly open second mouth. Grimmoire began shaking heavily as the darkness filled the small gap that was his second mouth. His whines were no longer hidden as he felt the evil within him and the Tracker Dog who, at first, was growling at the strangers, cowered in his cage opposite.
It was only seconds later when Rabbit Bones broke the connection to the shadows within Grim's second mouth but it felt like hours to the suffering Tracker. The small amount of shadows that were left inside the cavity lined the mouth as Rabbit Bones' grin widened.
"Nooooww Ssssstitch, sssspeeeaaak . . ."
"What sort of a cruel joke is that, RB? You know better than anyone that I can't . . ." Stitch's voice trailed off in amazement. Yes, his voice.
As Stitch thought it, the voice he would have if his mouth weren't sealed indefinately came out of the second mouth on Grimmoire's neck. Even with the level of shock Stitch was feeling, nobody was more surprised than Grimmoire Hyde.
Rabbit Bones had given Grimmoire and Stitch a gift that binded them, giving Grim the ability to see into Stitch's mind and use his eyesight as his own and Stitch the ability to speak through Grimmoire. Grim stood in his cage, head held high as he saw into Stitch's mind and through his eyes, out at the green monster before him that was in fact Grimmoire Hyde himself.
Stitch smiled as Professor Nexivyle Ta'ar made her way towards them. Before the good professor could even open her mouth, Stitch's voice rose from Grimmoire's mouth:
"I'll take him."

* * *

And so it was that the monster Grimmoire Hyde went home with the strange boy Stitch and his evil shadow Rabbit Bones to act as a weapon, guardian, voice, partner and friend to the mute boy. To this day they have been loyal to each other, Stitch acting as Grimmoire's eyes and Grim as Stitch's voice, helping each other in a mutual friendship that Rabbit Bones is sickly proud to have brought about.
The shadow's motives for this partnership are yet to be revealed because Rabbit Bones has never done anything for Stitch without personal benefit . . .

'He lurks inside your dreams,
He dominates your nightmares;
Hungering for your soul,
None are safe.
With mouthes open wide,
He'll tear you to shreds;
While feeding on your soul,
Blood stains your subconscious.
He is Grimmoire Hyde,
Bringing death with each step;
Live or die,
The decision is yours alone.'

Alive or dead? That's for you to decide.

[olivionary]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20
Username: ♥Olivia{Mae}
Tracker Dog you want: #67
Name you'll give it: Jaega {Mixture of two names Jae and Olga. Jae meaning respect and Olga meaning successful.}
Reason why you want it: I would like to own this Tracker because it seems one of them perfect characters you'd use for everything. In some ways it reminds me of friends with it's muscular build and the fact it looks very handy. It'd have a good role in my fursona's history as a lone experiment which she met on her way to New York. He seems to fit what I was looking to create, I didn't want to waste hours making a design so I thought I'd look here. And what did I find? The perfect tracker for the story. As she is helped by a healer who does more than one thing, I think he'd be very suitable with his set of hands.
Will it be used in any kind of story?: Yes, as I stated above he'd be used in my fursona's story.
Describe its personality:
Features of Jaega's personality
Protective .:. Jaega is very protective, he doesn't like being touched by random people. He prefers to keep with them he knows, he's also rather protective of his belongings which includes: a kit bag which holds food and other resourse; a dagger which he uses to make sure prey is dead and glasses which help him to see after the 'accident'.
Aggressive .:. Jaega smells fear which makes him aggressive, he's very aggressive around other males. He prefers to keep to himself and leave others alone not wanting to hurt them. He's naturally aggressive but it wasn't born into him.
Loyal, Kind ect .:. Jaega is the most loyal tracker you'll ever meet! If you gain his trust he'll be a friend for life, he'll never leave your side no matter what. If you care and are kind he'll be by you.
Items and uses:
A dagger.:. Jaega will clutch his prey in his mouth and forelegs will hold it down. He'll use the dagger to stab his prey.
A kit bag .:. To hold all items
Glasses .:. He wears his glasses when he needs to because of the accident, which will be explained in the story.
Herb bottle .:. A large, wide bottle which Jaega stores all his herbs and medicines in.
Small plastic bags .:. To put each medicine in or to store different meats e.g cooked and uncooked meat
Flint stone .:. He makes fire with his hands, he uses a flint stone.
The Accident:
The Story .:.
Jaega was an experiment, like most trackers he was made and created. He's a unique tracker, more special and more 'upgraded'. He escaped from Nex and went wandering for months before being captured by a team, Jaega himself had once been an average Tracker, but they used chemicals on him slowly he changed..

Soon the Tracker was different, more different than the humans expected. He was smarter and his senses were extra special, he knew where a human was without sight, touch,smell or hearing. They had to stop his changes, slowly arms grew on his sides, he knew how to use them straight away.

One night he was sat thinking, he was scraping the wall with a nail on his left hand, he looked up at a noise. He padded towards the door and peered through the gap, a man who's smell Jaega didn't know, was stood 3 ft away. Jaega's hackles rose and his fur was on end, the man was laying several items on a near table, Jaega barked as he slammed against the door. The metal bent as he slammed again and again, soon he burst through the metal and snarled at the man.

The man stared at him, he was calm and showed no fear, Jaega couldn't even smell the fear. The man nodded at the tracker and left the items as he ran out the building setting off an alarm. Jaega took the chance to escape, he grabbed the items and ran through the door after the man. A chemical burnt his eyes as he flew down from the cieling, he yelped and ran after the human.

The two of them ran into the forest 'til they were further enough away, the man had sweat trailing down his forehead and cheaks. Jaega blinked, he could hardly see, he looked around nervously then he heard a unfamiliar but comforting voice, "Don't worry, you're safe." Jaega looked in the direction of the man blinking hard, carefully a pair of glasses were placed on his muzzle. Jaega nodded a thank you to the man then he turned and looked inside the kit bag.

A few days later, Jaega and the man, who's name was Adan were walking through the forest towards the city, Jaega had no idea where they were going but he was very excited. He ran ahead the kit bag slung over his neck and neatly aranged over his shoulder. He padded forward then stopped to look at Adan, before them was skyscrapers, roads and cars. Jaega backed towards the forest scared, Adan chuckled and walked on towards the city.

That night Jaega sat in the forest alone his head hung low, he growled at himself for not following his friend. He sniffed the air and rose to his paws, he padded through the forest until he saw a dead Doe. He dragged her back and sat, he listened twitching his ears. Then he heard a noise and smelt a new smell....*

What did the accident cause? .:.

The accident caused Jaega to go part blind, luckily for him he had Adan his new friend. He was given a kit bag full of items and then a pair of glasses which he needed. Jaega's other senses soared, he has the best hearing and smell you'd ever find.

The image to explain him .:.

1:. Jaega has very small eyes, they seem out of proportion compared to the rest of him. His eyes are hardly noticable as they are so small!
2:. His hands have three fingers with a sharp claw on the end. He also has a thumb with also holds a claw which is blunter than the others.
3:. On his tongue he has small sharp teeth much like a cat, they don't hurt they leave a rough texture on his tongue.

* That is where my fursona's story will lead on from.

[littlebean]

I have a couple of questions,

Is this the last of the trackers, or will more be made after the last of these are given away? Who will be making them?

Love these ones, by the way! :3