Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Irios Atelis]

Congratulations!
It was an amazing form!

[MalleusGrey]

Thanks so much!! I LOVE him! :D

[Firefly_Dreamer]

Congrats, Universal Phonebooth!

[superbia]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20



Username:
January, call me Janny or Jan-Jan.

Handler:
January
A young and exceptionally shy girl who has tried desperately to come out of her shell by showing her Tracker. She is skilled in the mechanical department and always finds a way to make something irritably worse than it was before, right in the begining of a show.

Tracker Dog you want:
My SteamPunk dream, #66 [sixty-six]

I'm sure you can all guess this theme which has been suggestived to me countless times. All the parts can be controlled to move by the Tracker, and even the wings can move, although she cannot fly. The jewellery on her head contains a small sensor to aid her in movement, as she makes a bit of noise when she walks which might distract her. She's a loving Tracker, and is meant to be used in shows, as she isn't fit to do a police dog's job due to all the extra parts. The metallic parts are connected to her, and the straps are mainly for decoration and can be taken off to leave her with the sheer mechanics.

Name you'll give it:
Caesar [Kay-Sar]
The words means "Majesty" in Latin and I believed it fit this Tracker, she's a true beauty.


Reason why you want it:
"Oh, don't ask such silly questions! My reasonings for this astonishing Tracker might seem...odd.."
My main reason, is because I have just recently encountered the SteamPunk and Victorian designs and have absolutely fallen in love. Love, love love! This Tracker would be an immense character, and overall, she would be used in many, many stories to come.
I'm not one of those overly obsessed adopters who adopt too many characters and never get around to drawing them, I take my time and doodle as many pictures as possible, so expect much art of her if she were to become mine. I actually would still fan art the person who gets her if I don't win... Yes, I still want to get the experience of drawing her x,D .
This is actually the first adoptable thread I have ever taken and interest in, sure, I started my own awhile ago [Deluki♥], but I never felt a right place to be making them.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes! Yes! In the little section where you were supposed to write and introduction, I put half of a short story there. I am a raving real life dog show fanatic, so going along and trying to make a dog show for Tracker Dogs is straight up my alley.
Comics and descriptive pictures are also ways I like to tell stories, so she would appear into those a lot, too.

Describe its personality:
Most, if not all, of her traits lead to her shows and performing as it's a huge part in her companionship with her handler.

C is for Capricious!
Given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behavior
Caesar has many moments where she is unsure of herself, extremely defiant, or depressed. These moods shift over time as she gets stressed or over worked, though this does not happen often, she still has troubles controlling the immense jumble of emotions.

A is for Apprehensive!
Anxious or fearful that something bad or unpleasant will happen.
Oh wow, this trait comes out a lot.
Caesar is extremely apprehensive during a show or performing in front of someone. She constantly freezes up, leaving her just a shining star without any pizz-azz. January has tried many, many times to help her surpass this, but she too suffers from apprehensiveness, just not on such a great scale.

E is for Elegant!
Pleasingly graceful and stylish in appearance or manner.
Elegance is the key to success on the stage. After she recovers from her apprehensive attitude towards the audience, she usually trots around and spreads her wings, the rest of her mechanics glinting with a clear coat of a shimmering solution. Caesar loves to stand out against the other Tracker Dogs, but stay in a content and elegant manor.

S is for Sincere!
Free from pretense or deceit; proceeding from genuine feelings.
Caesar, although she may not show it, is sweet and sincere when needed. She sometimes performs for younger crowds and allows them to poke or prod her fragile mechanics, even though there is a threat to having someone break an important piece away. Her mind runs like her handler's, meaning, she shares most of the same emotions and tries her best to cheer up a downed stranger.

A is for Attractive!
Pleasing or appealing to the senses.
This is self explainable!
Attractive, oh man, yes! Caesar is one of the most attractive Trackers to be in existance and she flaunts it at every show. Underneath the straps that seem to go around and/or connect her mechanical pieces, she has beautiful brown markings that give her a regal appearance.

R is for Rambunctious!
Uncontrollably exuberant; boisterous.
Outside of shows, Caesar is a completely different Tracker. She loves to run out and play, no matter how much noise she makes. She can easily get out of hand, may I warn you. Her wills are stong, as well as her bite. Many, many times she has gotten carried away and missed the ball she was trying to catch and has bitten her handler, but is quickly forgiven. It's not like sh emeans it, right?

Themesong - V.V. Brown ~ Shark in the Water

Likes:
Music
It's an influence, she performs her best when a song is trapped into her mind.
Shows
Thet're her pride and joy. Just fun activities she is excellent at and can enjoy them with her companion, January.
Praise
During shows, when her time is up and the audience ooos and awwes, she feels utterly enlightened.
Time to herself
Many times when Caesar is feeling depressed, she will run down to her little tent and just relax there for awhile until everything that had heated up, finally cools.
Speech
January's speech has always intrigued her, getting ot the point where she's learned to make her own form of language that her and January share.

Dislikes:
Flies and Mosquitoes
Annoying little insects, they are! They get Caesar off track a lot when you find them trying to suck the blood form her system or just fly around her head.
Her Mechanical Noises
They are just as bad as flies, they creek and squeal constantly, no matter how much January tries to oil them.
Snooty Contestants
nothing, absolutely nothing is more irritating than a snooty Tracker and their handler. They think they're the best and it just gets on Caesar's nerves.

Write and introduction for your Tracker:
Underneath the growing warmth of the performing tent, Caesar inhaled and exhaled as she tried to keep cool and calm. January had been tightening and loosening the same bolt on her mechanics for almost an hour now, what was up? She whined and nudged her dusky-brown companion in all hopes to understand what was wrong. The bolt she had been tightening was one that lead all of the master movements to her left wing, without that, she wouldn't be able to move that extreme appendage and would immediately lower her "Appearance" score by the judges.
"It won't tighten, but when I twist the wrench it threatens to snap, get my drift, Caesar?" January was mumbling, though it seemed she was talking more to herself. She was worrying, the Tracker concluded, soon peeling her lips back into a small smile and softly prodded January with her working wing. January was completely caught off guard and squeaked like a nervous mouse, so in return, Caesar let out a small bark that sounded like she was laughing, while her handler tried to shake it off and wipe the embarrassed blush from her cheeks.
"The show starts in two hours and I still need to get fully propped up! My nerves have all rights to be spiking through the roof, thank-you-very-much." January laughed with little ease, soon stroking the top of Caesar's head to fight off the urge to attack any of her other mechanics. The Tracker nodded, the gears along her back shifting into motion when she tried to move her left wing. To both of their surprise, it worked perfectly fine! Caesar nonchalantly thrusted both of her wings opened in a spread position, then closed them to the point they wouldn't close anymore. Wonderful!
"Oh! This is great! I'll go run into costume, then I'll have to work on my Victorian speech for a bit, come along, Caesar?" January smiled, straightening herself from a crouched position to a broad stand, and the two walked briskly over to the dressing room. Caesar trotted in a lop-sided pace, several noises form her own body making her want to spin around and snap, but she stopped herself. The noises, they were irritating, but couldn't be helped. When January disappeared into the dressing room, Caesar waiting patiently outside and contentedly laid her complex shape down onto the ground, but of course, not without troubles. The attachments that lingered on her calves didn't want to set properly, so she had to adjust into an awkward sit. Now semi-comfortable, Caesar huffed and relaxed her tensed muscles and awaited January's outfit transformation.
"Be prepared out of your wildest dreams! Caesar, the mechanically alive Tracker will blow your mind!" January exclaimed, giggling shortly after and walking out. She wore a devastatingly long Victorian dress, it was a fluorescent blue to match her eyes, ears, and tail. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, but her bangs stayed in their place to hover above her eyes, though, they were hidden by a heavy dose of black eye shadow and liner. Her tail wavered aimlessly with ribbons tied all the way to it's tip, and overall, she looked like she was apart of the Victorian Era. Caesar was astonished by her appearance, although she couldn't see it fully, just by how the scent previewed pictures into her head.
"Are you ready to get the rest of the stage set up for the show?" Her transformed companion asked abruptly, her tone was jubilant and excited. It was like all of her nerves had disappeared when she put on her costume. Caesar wagged her tail and twitched her ears to the cranking noises. She would never get used to that, would she? Letting a small growl escape her throat, Caesar followed January back to the tent, there they would prepare the stage.


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The tent was crowded, full of unfamiliar faces that "Oooed and Awwed" at the mysterious displays of the Tracker Dogs before Caesar. Her stomach churned as she turned to blindly stare at her handler. It wasn't long before the last tracker would leave that stage, leaving only them to steal the show. An uproar of cheers bellowed behind the curtains January had been watching through, it was their turn.
"Alright, Caesar. Let's show them the best, the most astonishing, the most beautiful Tracker they have ever seen!" she whispered, stroking Caesar's head with tensed hands. The young Tracker could tell she was nervous, but hey, so was she. January walked out and died all of the lanterns that light the tent down, the darkness making the audience shudder. She smiled.
"Be prepared for what you are about to see! This Tracker is mechanically alive and able to maneuver her appendages! Please direct your attention to her beautify and welcome they Majesty Caesar!" January boomed, a center light spotting directly onto Caesar, she was now in the middle of the stage. Her wings flung open in a magnificent display and the audience fell silent in sheer awe. The Tracker thrusted her wings and trotted along the stages as she flaunted every move of beauty. Many of the female audience members pulled out their spectacular, but feminine, binoculars to get a better look. Caesar paused, the creaking noise of her mechanical joints released a small steam puff and the crowd cheered. She had done well, soon realizing that the lanterns had been burned once again and sight was restored to the crowded audience. The boomed and shrieked with astonished cheers, no other Tracker had taken on such a mysterious and majestic display.
"Thank you! We hope you enjoyed!" January hollered one last time before scampering over to Caesar and hugging her greatly in all of the thanks she could bottle up and ship to her wonderful companion.
"You were great, Caesar. Judging should begin soon so let's keep our paws crossed!" she exclaimed joyfully, crouching next to her Tracker with an immense smile. The other contestants were brought onto the stage as well for a recap. January's eyes scanned over the judges, watching them make final decisions and them lift their heads from each others' conversations. Time seemed to freeze. Caesar folded her wings with little noise, watching the judges take several Trackers off of the stage, only five of the ten were left, including her and January.
"I need contestant number nine to please circle your Tracker once more." The youngest male judge informed a green and silver Tracker a little ways away. It was one of the wild species of Trackers and boy, he looked intimidating. He trotted around in broad steps that made his muscles ripple along his legs. Beautiful. Caesar could just picture January's confidence fading, but, she broke form that thought when she felt her handler confidently stroke the top of hr head. She was proud, not nervous.
"Don't look at the others, just focus on what we came to do." January whispered softly, she was defiant but gentle at the same time. Caesar nodded and kept her blind attention on the prize.
"Contestant number ten, please have your Tracker display her wings." Another judge had announced, this time it was a more elderly female. The young Tracker inhaled quickly and flung her wings open in a strong and determined way, another quiet applause rung through her sensitive ears.
"Magnificent." The normally quiet judge finally spoke up. He was another elderly one, but he had a cheery spark to his words that made Caesar want to show off a little more, but instead she retracted her wings so they would fold once again. January softly played with Caesar's long ears, a small smile showing she was proud of her Tracker for staying at her side as the judges depleted three more contestants, including the silver and green male. Caesar, January, a tall and broad boy, and a small stealth Tracker remained.
"Thank you both for participating, but only one can leave here with first place." The young judge started to say, a little speech session in the making.
"Please congratulate the winner with a defiant attitude, Caesar and January for an astounding display of mechanics on a live presenter. We hope to see you all once again in the Tracker shows within the next few months. Thank you." He finished before being absurdly broken off by cheers and squeals of congratulating audience members. January squeaked, speechless. Caesar howled in happiness and nudged her handler in the leg, her tail wagging at an immense speed, steam puffing out in tiny amounts.
They had won their first Tracker show!

I may edit this later >>
And congratulations, Universal! =D

[Chara Dreemurr]

I feel so nervous. Your really leaving us an extra day? That's good, in my case. :3

[littlebean]

Wow, an extra day? Maybe I will try to do a form for tracker 66. She is beautiful. :3

[nowi]

Nex, may I ask why I won #64?
I'm very curious, and I'd like to know for future character adoption forms.

[Horneddragon]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20
Username: Horneddragon
Tracker Dog you want: 67
Name you'll give it: Shawrion
(sha-wer-ion)
NOT
(Shaw-rion)
hes not a pokemon xD
A fusion of Orion, A Giant Huntsman That Zeus put into the stars, and Shaw, meaning small wood copse
Nickmane:
Shaw
Reason for the name?
I actually could not decide, I liked Orion, Pronounced OH- Ryan, but it did not fit him, so i then move on to Shaw, It fit him better but in my opinion seemed to gruff and short, so in my love for both names i fused them together, thus creating Shawrion.
Reason why you want it:

He Is large and in charge!No really Why DO i want this Tracker?
I have stalked your thread for a wile , and when you announced the you would be leaving I was a bit crestfallen, I loved your art so much. When series 20 arrived I was awestruck, again you had crafted together beautiful works of art with in each tracker, and I was determined to get one of these, not only because I want to make a tracker my own, but also I wanted a bit of a memento of your work that I could cherish.Many of the trackers had caught my attention, but i was unanimously drawn to 2 of them, the first was the areal, she invoked old feelings and dreams within me from my child hood, but as i wrote i realized i could not create a satisfactory story with her as the focus, since i did not have a good connection with her. My site then moved onto the 2nd, the final tracker of the batch, he was not as intricate as the others, but he had a wild beauty that brought forth a quality of mysteriousness to my eyes. I fell in love with his coloration the expert transitioning of browns, and the additions of the "bone patterns" I melted when i noticed the charming skull pattern, and I marveled at your usage of "neon" green and russet to accent him and give him an even wilder coloration. It was not until I had initially fallen in love with the tracker that I realized that he was one of a kind, a never before seen species. My heart lept and i found i wanted him more, not because of the, "Oh look an OOAK tracker i must have it!" mentality i believe some others who have applied for him posses. But because I truly fell in love with the creature before i even knew, and I appreciate the work, the time, and the detail you put into creating him. I would be honored if you deemed me worthy enough to take on the responsibility of keeping this tracker.
Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes he will, The moment i saw him a story outline began forming in my mind, He will "run with the wolves" or the hunters as they are called in my story, the intro i will wright is just the beginning of the story i hope you like it, and if I am deemed able to keep him, I will finish the story, If not I guess i will have to re write it xD
So you know what you'll be sending him into:
The Werewolf Hunters, known as hunters, are an ancient, yet very rare, race. Though their creation is much like that of a werewolf yet it has some differences.
Creation of a werewolf hunter:
~ Hunter must be young when bitten, no older than 20
~ Hunter must have some relation to werewolf that bites them
~ Hunter must have control over magic
~ hunter must be in a "favorite form"
` a favorite form is one they like to change into, when Allana was bitten at 11 she was fighting her brother in the form of a wolf,this form is also passed down through the generations, hence the reason why her children also have a wolf form.
Hunters can also be created by "breeding" if a pure hunter breeds with another pure, the offspring will be pure. Likewise if a hunter breeds with a human, the children will still be hunters, but they will be half breeds.

This story focus's on the Cherrone pack of hunters, they are called a pack even though there are only 3 of them. The Cherrone pack is mad up of:
Allana,
the first hunter of the pack and both the other two's mother she is the only fully grown Werewolf hunter in Brittan;
Alex,
Son of a murder and Allana, Alex got his father looks scorned for it as a child Alex became quite and calculating and at times even bored of his life,
Maria she has her mothers looks almost to a T except she has brown colored hair rather than red, though she is also a child of a murderer she was not scorned because of the resemblance to her mother.

The hunters in this story patrol the woods of a nearby forest, why? because in this story all of the things of nightmares come alive.

About the Breed:
Breed :
Lukos Tracker:
(lukos means "wolf")
The lukos tracker was developed from a small genetic miscalculation, but it brought forth a new and much improved tracker. Well suited for tracking on all terrains, Its fur is shaggy and insulated, helping it stay cool in the heat and warm in the cold. The fur even seems to have a thin layer of water proof fur, keeping the tracker mostly dry in the rain or snow. Though we are unsure as to the complete abilities of this new tracker species, They seem to exert more strength and stamina that the normal tracker, and work best when tailing someone in a literal maze of turns. We believe after some strict training this new species will make the all around perfect police tracker.
Describe its personality:
"highlights"
Cocky:
The tracker flicked his short thin tail, and snorted at the human who had just asked him a question. He could not believe the human would be so stupid as to ask "What are your talents?" weren't they as plain as day?
He was Handsome, Charming, Witty, Fast, Stronger than any tracker before him, oh and did he say handsome. Cant for get that one....
Crafty:
The Tracker stared at the lock, why would they put him in something so .. so vulgar? the cage was far to small, and this lock.. this lock was easily broken.. or, flexing the claws on his middle limbs, opened. He adjusted himself so he could get the middle appendages through the barred door. With a quick flick of his claws he was free, and he bolted for the door...
Brazen:
The Tracker stood on the rock, looking down at the advancing group below him, It was made up of 2 stealth's , 4 normals and a wild. He Took in a long drought of air and smiled coyly, There was even an areal tracker in the skys. This will be perfect. He thought, He let out a bone chilling howl to give away his presence, and waited as the 7 closed in on his position.
"hyperactive"
The tracker looked around the small clearing, he was bored, bored out if his mind. Slowly he traced one claw down the side of the rut he had formed by pacing in circles. He was not sure were he was, odd scents flooded around him in a cascade of new and interesting things.They both excited and disturbed him as they blended together with the sounds around him helping him form a picture of the area he was in. His paws itched to run hard and fast through the sparse underbrush that surrounded the area, and he gladly obliged, happy to finally get moving again.


"descriptive" personality:
Shawrion Is a wild and unruly tracker. He tends to challenge authority and cannot always be told what to do. He easily fits in with the Cherrone pack of hunters. He enjoys the challenge of hunting the werewolves of the forest and protecting the bordering towns, and humans from attack's. He has no real want for a mate, this is because of his knowledge that he is the only one of his kind, and he has never met a single other tracker in his life time that was not trying to kill or harm him. This small fact has also lead to a deep distrust for other trackers, no one except him really knows what went on in the early stages of his life, and hes not talking.

He is not happy unless he is in the pursuit of something and must always stay mobile or keep entertained. When he first met Alex, he stepped in out of respect for his will to keep fighting even though he was all but defeated. The fight with the were wolf, though it was easily over powered, awakened a deep want for blood and a need to protect and kill, this is believed to be a result of that small genetic miscalculation. In addition, if he cannot "get some fresh air" every now and then he will experience a deep melancholy and depression.

Though he was not born there, he quickly adapted to forest life the constant drone of crickets birds, or the like help him create a picture of his surroundings like a bad uses sonar, if there is an absence of sound though, he is not rendered useless, he developed an ability to admit a lone tone growl, undetectable by anyone other than himself and others with hearing of the same caliber as him.

He is as fast, if not faster than the Hunters in wolf form, that paired with his strength helps make him a formidable enemy to anything on two or four legs, unfortunately from living in the forest his ability to fight anything that stays primary areal in combat is all but gone.

There are two ways to render him completely useless in battle or tracking, any high frequency sound will stun him for a short period of time, making him venerable to attack, and serious injury. He is also highly susceptible to noxious gasses, this is amplified by his heightened sense of smell which spawned from the large sensory gland that adorns his muzzle.

Likes:
~ Birds, insects and other "noise makers"
they help him get a baring on were he is, and helps with his "sonar"
~ Music,
He finds that music is actually quite calming though he cannot decide if he likes classical or metal better
~ Food,
preferably raw food
~ Attention
He must have attention and be lavished by people, he loves praise and strives to out class others because of his want for attention.
~ Darkness
with his dark brown coloration, he can easily hide and sneak up on his prey in the shadows of the night

Disslikes:
~ Cages:
They restrict his freedom and make him feel helpless
~ loud/super sonic noises
They over load his sense of hearing, rendering him useless
~ Fear
He does not like to feel this sensation, it makes him feel weak.

Theme song(s) :
Iridescent, Linkin Park
Break, 3 Days Grace
Blue, The Birthday Massacre
Why are there 3?
Well i could not decide, each fits a different trait i believe he has, and with each time i heard them i I imagined a picture of him doing something to each, weather it was fighting, running or the like.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

<The large brown tracker stopped by a small gurgling stream, he slowly bent down and took a long drought from the cool clear water, it ran down his throat soothing the raw burning sensations that throbbed deep from with in. He let out a low sigh, he could see clearly here, well as clearly as something that depended on sound and smell to give him a picture of his surroundings could. It had been days since he broke out of the compound were he was created, he had been perused for a time, but it seemed like they had given up their search after he ripped apart the first few patrols they sent after him, he flicked his short tail in minor annoyance, They were no fun at all! He rose to stand on all four of his paws, and flexed the claws on his middle appendages, surely there was something worth his time here in the forest, and he was ready to find it!>

Alex Lifted his snout to the sky, or well what he could see of it in the pine thicket. He was on what his family playfully called "guard duty" and he was far from happy about it. He looked back down to the floor of the forest, a small puddle laid stagnant not far from were he sat, he trotted over and stared deeply into it. At one time, what seemed like ages ago, the black and red furred wolf staring back at him jarred him to fright, with his cruel yellowed eyes and sharp white fangs he was quite the sight. but now, the wolf was part of him, just another version, if not a more frightening one.

Slowly he morphed into a human, the cruel eyes of the wolf fading to dark almost black pits in a face of too pale skin framed by long curling locks of oily black hair. The face reflected contorted into a shadow of a smile, it was a well known face, the face of a mass murder, and the face of his father. He stood slowly, eyes never leaving those of the cruel face in the puddle. "Discempra" He screeched, he did not need the word, his will alone was strong enough to make the puddle explode into the air. The light caught the falling cascade before it hit the ground, each drop creating a prism of brilliant colors..

Caught in the trance of the fading crystal droplets, Alex did not notice the sharp sound of a twig breaking, or the heavy breathing of the thing stalking him in the shadows, no Alex was a little oblivious to the world at the time. For him it could have been a fatal mistake. A loud Roar Echoed through the woods, snapping Alex back to reality. He seamlessly changed to wolf form, his instinctual reflexes moving just quick enough to dodge the thing that had launched itself at him from deep withing the woods.

His scenes went into overload as the musky putrid scent that followed his attacker met his nose, with a low guttural growl he turned to face the werewolf. A slight stab of worry came across him as he took in this adversary, this wolf was much larger than he was, fully mature and towering over him by at least a head's length. He cursed his luck and his immature teen body. But his resolve was only shaken, and even though he was seriously outmatched Alex would never back down from this fight, or any fight for that matter. He was a werewolf hunter, thousands of years of evolution had resulted in him and his family. He was more than qualified to take on this adversary, no matter his size.

The werewolf lunged at Alex without giving any kind of warning, successfully surprising the young hunter. A loud screech ripped through the surrounding woods, and to his horror he discovered he was the cause,the werewolf's claws had ripped open his side clear to the bones, he was launched him across the clearing and landed sides heaving trying to catch his breath. Shivering and bleeding profusely Alex rose to his paws.He let loose a defiant snarl and launched himself back into the fray. Both wolves clashed, Showing the surrounding area with blood and flying fur, in a flurry of claws and teeth, this time the two wolves stayed connected, muscles rippling as each tried to land the blow that would incapacitate the other. After some time neither was luck enough to land such a blow, but the fight was taking it's toll on the already wounded Alex, his strength was waning, and both knew it. With a howl of almost defeat Alex fell to the ground shivering,the werewolf had landed the lucky blow. A deep gash stretched across Alex's back rendering him, for the time being, immobile.
With a triumphant howl the Werewolf raised his claws up for the killing blow, Alex braced what little parts of his body he could still feel for it, but it never came. He opened his blurry eyes to see a large dog like creature on top of the werewolf, for a split second the thought it was another hunter, one of his family who heard the battle coming to rescue poor Alex from certain death, and for a monment he was angry. But its proportions were all wrong, not to mention its color was off as well, both his mother and his sister were red colored, and this creature was as brown as the trees that surrounded him. From what he could tell its anatomy was made up of a short thin tail, and ears too long for a wolf, it was larger than Alex, but shorter than his mother. Another shiver racked through his body, but weather it was from the pain or the fact that his vision cleared enough to see that it had 3 sets of claws, he was unsure. The fight did not last long, this new 6 appendaged dog-like creature was quite strong, and seemed to have a knack for fighting, with a final loud howl the creature sliced through the fur and sencitive skin on the face of the werewolf, sending it scampering away for the time being, blinded by blood and sections of ragged skin. Slowly the dog like creature turned to face Alex, and with it Alex got the 2nd shock of his night.
It has no eyes
The realization hit him like ton of bricks, and set him on edge as it slowly approached him.
But if that were true then how can it see?
he wondered, It seemed to have no problem what so ever picking out were Alex or the werewolf was for that matter, so it had to have some sort of sight. Deciding to ponder the creatures ability of sight later, a cold claw of fear seized his stomach at the creature slowly set its sites on him.
Instincts had him bracing for the worst,as he watched the creature nonchalantly close the gap between them. A loud sigh of relief escaped his lips as it settled down about a foot away silently watching him, though he could only assume it was watching him. He fought off the blackness that had begun to claw at the edges of his vision once more, he was loosing too much blood but he wanted to examine this creature closer wile he had the chance. Its markings were quaint, but oddly added a terrifying quality to it. The mixed browns that made up the main body of his pelt would provide cover for it in the dark shadows of the woods, and a light skull like patter on his head gave him the needed look of "malice" that any predator in the woods needed to have. His fur was shaggy and long, with a thick mane and tufts of urn on his legs the color of blood, all together they gave him a wild and free spirited look, like some ancient beast of legend come to life before him. Basically he was something Alex would have expected to see here in these woods, but oddly he had never encountered such a magnificent creature.
Yet again the blackness clawed at the edge of his thoughts, and vision. He knew he could not fight it off this time, he was just too weak for the time being. with a last ditch effort to seem humble two words formed on Alex's lips, "Thank you" they were not what he had meant to say, and a hot blush formed on his face behind the black fur, he thought he heard a low chuckle, but it seemed so distant, so far away. Slowly he fell in to a dizzying world of darkness, one stray though came forward in the jumbled mess that had become his groggy blood lost head,
how will I explain this to my family, or worse.. My mother?

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Good Luck to everyone who has applied, I actually had a lot of fun writing this.
I realize there is a lot of competition and I have seen some amazing entries for this guy, and for this round in general, I myself have had loads of fun looking over everyone's forms and i hope my form is up to snuff. If I am not deemed worthy of him, i ask that you PM me why i did not win that way i can get better at applying for trackers.

[Not me nope]

...

Oh.

Well done booth. You deserved it :V

[-Obsidian]

Nice work, congratz!