Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Tiikeria]

When is 66 going to be voted? Is it going to be on the 14?

Thanks.

It looks like on the front page that 66 should be judged today. :3

[DoctorDraca]

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

I should stop judging forms before I go to bed..
Either way, I loved the story and the form and I really feel that you deserve her. Congrats, January.

I must say, there were many great forms and it took a while to sift through 'em. You've all impressed me, guys.

[corgie]

Congrats January n_n

Meh, my form was lame I had little time to work on it :P

Good luck for everyone applying for that last tracker, I don't have enough time to start a form for him.

[superbia]

I think....I think I squealed a little to loud...
But anyway~
Thank you! ='D It's an honor, since this is my first Tracker'n all.

Good luck to everyone who tries for #67, I've seen many great forms for him.

[Kaylawolf]

Congratulations January! Beautiful form. ^.^ And also congratulations to xX-Nix-Xx, Wibeke, Nimaine, TessaKitty, and Universal Phonebooth. Also I congratulate to the winner of #67 who is announced tomorrow!

[Tiikeria]

Congrats, January! :3

[Chara Dreemurr]

Congrats! You definitely deserved it. ^^

(Nex, would you mind if I made a Steampunk custom tracker idea anyways?)

[Pharaoh]

Name - Dargul
Origin - Star Wars Planet
Translation Unknown
Owner - Pharaoh

Number - "67"
Gender - Male
Age - 3 Years, 0 months, 28 days
Weight - 750lb 0oz
Height - 48" from toe to ear tip
Creator - Nex
Genetics - Beast Tracker


Why - Well, I haven't really ever supposed that I'd want another tracker once I got my beloved Lili. I saw another tracker earlier in the series’ too, but let him go to another person who seemed to want him a great deal. I figured with Lili I was good, and though for her story I had intended another tracker of unique appearance, a male, I kept watching them go by and felt that I just wouldn’t be able to spot the right one. I was ready even to let this series pass by me.

And then I saw this final series. Actually, to be honest, I saw the fist tracker available. The Stealth Tracker who appeared to be designed after a certain popular character of the film world. He fit what I wanted, and I was happy. Scroll down to see an illusion tracker. She is amazing, but I’m not one for another female. I’m happy with having Lili as my baby girl. A shark comes next, and I laugh at how creative and in my opinion, somewhat creepy—I am morbidly afraid of sharks—it is. A tracker with a canon on her back follows.

A “zombie” tracker, the undead being close to my heart, and a Steampunk tracker, my ultimate favorite genre of anything that comes Steampunk, and I already know this series is going to be intense. Then I saw Dargul. And when I looked at him, the only thing I liked was that he was a new species. Why would I admit that I wasn’t instantly drawn to him? Well, I’m not afraid of it effecting my chances, because honesty is the best way I can show my dedication to him. I planned to go for the first one, the Stealth, and then either the zombie or Steampunk if I lost. Dargul didn’t even seem to stick out in my mind.

I happened across the thread a few times, looking over the series as much as I could. Yet every time I tried to look at the Steampunk, I scrolled too far and saw Dargul; with each look I began to find him more and more fascinating. From the bone-like markings that suggest strong African inspiration, to the tufts of funky red hair—I happen to also be a redhead—to the unique design featuring little arms, I couldn’t help myself. I began to just stare at him, feeling a story brew, afraid to write it down because if I did, it meant total commitment. I had to be sure that I could offer exactly that.

And fifteen minutes ago I just knew. It hit me somehow, sitting alone on my computer. Just a click in the back of my mind. I was going to go for it, full-speed ahead, all-or-nothing, hedging up my bets and planning how I would play my cards. The fact that he was both a new subspecies and the last Tracker meant twice the competition, as most losing forms would be cycled into him. I didn’t want to try and hope for another though, as I knew Dargul was not my fallback plan. He was my center stage, spotlight, the one thing I would focus all my time and energy on. If that wasn’t enough and fate was unkind, then he would not be mine.

But I’m not afraid to see what fate will say.

Description - For a Tracker, it is obvious that I am the biggest. I was bred with one true purpose. A final act of determination on my creator’s part; she wanted to prove to the world that she could get everything right down to the most miniscule detail. From my perfectly balanced weight to exact height, I was tailored as a true scientific feat.

Fur- I’m a unique fellow, that’s for certain. My fur is no exception—synthetic and created for many a purpose. The most prominent? Its silky-soft touch is nothing shy of angelic, but it is completely void of shine or glare and makes me a much better stealth. It grows at a consistent length and is attached to incredibly sensitive nerve cells in my body that allow me to feel even the slightest change of the wind when I focus.

Legs- Not my arms, but the broad and muscular legs that extend from my body. Each filled with strips of muscle that were synthesized to remain a constant weight even with intense growth and development, giving me unlimited possibilities of developing strength and flexibility.

Arms- These are my pride and joy. They’re full-motion, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree, ball-and-socket joints. They can come up, down, out, and around with immense flexibility. They are great graspers, with three claw-like “fingers” and a smaller “thumb” just on the wrist, similar to a dewclaw but with a real use to it.

Tail- Short, sweet, and to the point. It generally remains straight out or up, as that is best for me to concentrate without any sensory distractions. It provides a fair deal of balance, too, but I suppose it’s more for show than serves any real purpose of any kind. Still, when I need it also acts as a sort of extra arm, being both strong and mobile.

Face- Obviously I have no eyes. This does not phase me, however, as it is easily countered by my broadened nasal sensors and longer ears. These ears provide a mountain of auditory to help me, but I can also control the amount of active sensors in them—and my nose—at will. If I’m overloaded with information, I can change to merely higher pitches, lower pitches, or even no frequencies if need be.

Personality – Cocky? Yes. Self-centered? Yes. The best? Why, I thought you’d never ask. Sure I’ve got a bit of an ego. But if you want to know why, I want to know why not? I’m the best Tracker ever bred or built, at least in my opinion, and I don’t see if I have a reason to think I’m not top “dog” around here. Sure, I may come off as brutish and demanding, but if I wasn’t I wouldn’t excel at my job, now would I?

Wild card? Oh yeah, big time. I’ve got a mecca of strength and speed beneath my big frame, and I like to go. Running or walking, it’s all the same to me. I’m a bit of a junky when it comes to exercising, but keeping up with all the demands of my life are no small task either. If you respect me and keep a good distance we’ll get along well. If you try to tame me, slow me down, or treat me like a dog, I’ll show you who the boss really is.

Fears? I've got some. Who doesn't? In fact, mine are rather bizarre. The two things that scare me most in life happen to be needles and water. Needles have always been with me, and they haunted my every hour of life in the facility where I was raised and taught my lifestyle. The brought on pain and a never-ending black unconsciousness. Now, water is a bit more understandable. I'm big and incredibly dense; because of this, I cannot swim and instead sink rather quickly. An obvious fear of water brewed from that fact.

Positives
Very Strong
Focused
Determined
Highly Intelligent

Negatives
Wild
Cocky
Bossy
Cannot Be Controlled

Favorites
Running
Anything Physically Demanding
Himself

Hates
Being Told What To Do
Water
Needles


Story -
I was a weapon. I was what two of the countries’ greatest war minds fought over. Doctor Nexivyle Ta’ar said I was not a weapon to be trifled with. She wanted to keep me safely away from anyplace I could kill or maim a poor defenseless soul. They both demanded me, and because of the Doctor’s soon retirement they both had a fair fight ahead to obtain me. At last one side was victorious. As a mere projected sketch on paper, before creation, I was awarded to the side that any civilian would call the enemy.

My life became real as soon as possible.

I was a little pup of only a few inches in diameter when I was given a special home. Similar to an egg, the metallic crate was filled with soft black fluid that I could not see out of. I was constantly pumped full of sedatives and nutrients and an assortment of odd things. Monitored via a handful of computer screens, my first two years were ones of complete secrecy. I was the creation that Doctor Nex had promised never to duplicate, never to reveal, only to sit in a box and be observed by countless scientists and professors and murderers. When I was released, the first words I heard were shattering.

“Nobody touch it.”

They put me through an endless amount of tests. Chambers of toxic gases, temperatures exceeding any living creature’s survival capabilities, always pushing me to the edge and seeing my limits. When the black would devour my vision, they would be there with a few needles of liquid and a small electric shocker. I would wake in my room, sore and bruised and charred and struggling to breath, but never quite dead. I was bred into toughness by this alone, and all my fury and power went into lasting as long as I could before they had to knock me out.

Secretly my intelligence also mounted.

I listened to every word, began to connect phrases with meanings, and established a very good human vocabulary. So much so, in fact, that I began to try and form words on my own. In my room I sat, back to the camera, muttering and shaping my sounds to craft intelligible speech. I wasn’t about to share this skill with those around me, fearing they would find some other way to make me suffer, but kept it my best guarded secret. Naturally Tracker communication came naturally, and even though I didn’t see other creatures aside from my human captors, I could converse with them easily and fluently.

Finally, fate was kind to me.

A long and rigorous test to withstand acidic spray against my coat mingled with toxins in the air left me awake even after the machine I was in had been placed on full blast. People rushed in wearing strange suits, and I knocked them about angrily in defense of myself. Needles were the one thing I was afraid of, and they had a plethora of them on hand at all times. Needles and water, my two true weaknesses. As a side note, I am not at all buoyant with my body density and weight. Needles full of any liquid were doubly tormenting in my mind.

They never actually got me unconscious.

I smashed the viles with my legs and tail, grabbed some and drove them into the legs of some of the humans with my little arms, and fought unlike ever before. They got me mildly sedated and dragged me to my room, where the fuss I put up was Herculean. All it took was a single matt of hair between the lock and the door, and they did not notice that it had not shut all the way. I was still groggy when I nudged the door open and ran as fast as I could to freedom. Whatever it was that compelled me to run I was not sure, but it was something great. I needed to just go fast and hard.

So I made my way through a maze of doors.

I stumbled blindly into a video room, where I in my fleeing bumped a few buttons. On the screen lit up a recording. My sensors could not tell me what was on the screen, but what I heard gave me chills. I backed up to the door with my body, holding it closed against the force of several men. Dogs howling in pain, suffering as I had suffered, finally to give up entirely and die right there. The human’s words were confusing at first, but I made sense of a few of them and knew what was happening.

As I watched it grew worse.

They got inside as I let them, not wanting to listen to a second more. Life was cruel, and even if I felt so defeated I didn’t give up. They stuffed me in my horrid chamber, and I was left days without anything. I suppose it was their idea of punishment. Finally I was brought back into my routine. I knew what I had to do. As the temperature dropped in the room well past zero, I walked over to the camera and got as close as I could by standing on my hind legs. I let my imaginary gaze bore a hole through the lens and into the souls of those on the other end. And I spoke.

“You. Are. Murderers.”

The room was instantly lit up, and I felt the white light heat my fur. Gas puffed in and surrounded me, choking out all my senses and knocking me out within seconds. As I hit the ground with a loud thud, I felt the fires of satisfaction burn bright within me. This was exactly what I wanted, and I was ready to reveal that I was also capable of conscious thought and independence. They would now know the pain and suffering they had caused the others, and me, and hopefully my words would open their eyes. After all, I had a war to go fight. Yes, I still saw that as my one true purpose.

A smile crept quietly across me face.

I awoke in a dark cement room where a light ran across the ceiling in a long white strip. Lights could be easily distinguished by the amount of and type of light they gave off. Sitting patiently, I waited. Not at all nervous, my head full of buzzing bees and words to throw at whoever entered. I was actually quite surprised when the door swung open and the form that walked across the threshold was so small. A thin, tall, wildly elongated girl who possessed some sort of nastiness that radiated off of her personality like an odor might.

“Hello, Number Two.”

“Hello.” I said, my tone unwavering. Still, number two? I was curious to know what had happened to number one. The woman before me smiled.
“I see you’ve got a few tricks up your sleeve?” The phrase threw me. “You can speak.” She said a bit slower this time.
“Yes.”
“Well, good for you. I’m not surprised, you see, because we made you exactly like this. Speaking is a gift though. Not at all expected.” She took a deep breath. “But you’re a nuisance to my team. You want to know why? Because I need to know things. They tell me what they know and it makes me happy. When you refuse your tests and they don’t tell me things it makes me unhappy. Got it so far?”

I nodded, following her words in segments.

“You seem advanced far beyond even our best calculations. Which means I don’t know things. This leads to me being very, very angry.”
“I. Sorry. I. Not. Good. Enough.”
“It’s not you that worries me. My team is the idiot brigade here. You know brigade? A group. Now, you’re thinking you’re ready for battle, right? I want to agree. But if I agree, that means you and I know things my team didn’t tell me. And that has consequences for them and not you. So you have a choice.”
“I. Chose. War.”
“You really want to go to war?” The skeptic tone in her voice made me want to laugh in mockery. That she had to ask was a joke in itself.

“I. Chose. War. Day. One.”

I felt the real smile break from her lips and her face grow smooth. She nodded approvingly, muttered something like “good” and left without another word. A brief flick of her hand and I was suddenly approached by two men. They did not have needles, however, and I was confused as they led me peacefully down the hall. The screams that echoed through the corridors were faint, and scarcely discernable, but I determined them to be human. Still none of my business, especially now, when I was off to fight the war that had always waited so patiently for me.

Funny how things change.

The car I rode in was a fortress in itself. Nobody was better protected than I. They wanted me to be thrust immediately into the heat of battle, to taste the honey that was blood and feel the warmth as red trickled between my claws. I wanted nothing more myself. We arrived in the heat of battle, and all I received was a swift kick out the door. I surveyed the scene around me with great enthusiasm, and took to the battle like a bird to the sky or a fish to the stream. Running about, I only felt the crunching ribs and heard the agonizing screams as I chopped down a forest of innocent humans.

It was then that I noticed something.

The battle wasn’t right. This wasn’t anything like I remembered. No gunfire, no explosions, merely fear as thick as smoke in the air. I raced for a good hundred yards or so before I met a wall. Following it I found myself trapped in a giant field that was protected by a large block of cement fencing the perimeter. Anger bubbled up inside of me, and I’d been lied to once again. This was a test again, and I hadn’t found my calling as a participant in the greatest war man would know. I was merely killing the prisoners and captives collected during the epic battles.

My fury once again turned on them.

I did not let the surroundings stop me from taking lives. However, with each death my heart grew heavier and heavier. The price of human-like intelligence was a heart to match. Eventually I turned my ear sensors off completely, and soon even the sticky blood on my fur was choking me to death. I lay down, no longer able to sense a single human alive around me. Nobody came for me, and eventually I began to drift off to sleep when I heard something. A creak. I lifted my head up but found nobody, and even with all of my senses of red alert I was left stumped as to what had made the little noise.

Another sound echoed out.

I swiveled my head and tried to identify the creature. Standing up, I took a step forward and heard a pitiful cry. Fear began to surround me and I sensed the human, but was unable to detect it for some strange reason. Finally I found the source of the radiating panic and established that it was a young girl of average size, unhealthy lack of muscle and fat, who was on the brink of death. I stepped toward her again, my arms outstretched and ready to snatch her, but something stopped me. It was a little voice in the back of my head, trying to tell me something important. I thought for just a moment.

I did in fact have both a heart and a conscience.

I collapsed on the ground, shaking my head in annoyance. I knew that until all were dead I was stuck here, but I wasn’t about to slaughter an innocent child. Ever cry from the tapes I’d heard, every Tracker that may have ever died, all weighed heavy on my soul. I’d just taken out easily several hundred innocent men, women, and children. Could I bring myself to destroy the last hope that was left in the world? No. She had vanished as I thought of this, and I didn’t blame her for leaving me. My ego had deflated and I felt as horrid and dirty as any monster at this point. Only now did I see what I had done wrong, and that I was raised to be a heinous creation.

I was surprised when she returned.

I didn’t detect her, but rather heard her. Whatever she did to remain hidden, it worked. She was cold that night and I let her curl up with me. She began talking and I listened as faithfully as any old friend might have.
“I met a dog kind of like you once.” Her innocent, cherry-sweet voice said. She seemed almost fifteen, but not quite. “She was very small. I called her Lili.”
“Lili.” I said, meaning a question but not sure how to form one.
“Yes, Lili. Do you know her?”
“No.”
“Oh.” She was silent another moment, not at all surprised by me talking. “Do you have a name?”

At first I wanted to tell her Number Two.

“No.” I concluded, knowing full well that Number Two was a title and not a name.
“Well, I don’t like that at all. You deserve better.” She said, stroking the hair between my ears. A spark went through my body, a strange sensation to a soul who had never before known touch or affection. “How does ‘Dargul’ sound to you?”
“I. Like.” I said sweetly, reaching out and licking her hand with my long tongue. I was happy here. She was too, as far as I could tell. She told me her name was Pia. I knew that this wasn’t a place we could stay forever. Soon enough she’d be dead and I’d be killing others as thoughtlessly as earlier that day.

I couldn’t have that.

My plan was simple. I pushed her over the cement wall and waited for her to yell me the all clear. After that I told her to run. If I did find her, which I could do easily, we would be safer with distance between the compound and us. She must’ve left but I didn’t hear her soft footfalls, and I took a few steps back. Running full speed, I cleared the wall with great easy. This was the start of something great, and I let myself run a great distance before I finally went looking for her. She climbed onto my back and I ran the rest of the way with ease. I kept running, determination in my heart and a new plan forming in my mind.

After all, I had a war to stop.

Kin -
Father- N/A
Mother- N/A
Other Relatives- N/A
Love- None
Offspring- None

Notes -
Story- Anybody catch my “The Doctor” plug there?
Theme Song- “Vampires of Venice” and “Beneath Stonehenge” which I bought specifically to write this.
Storyline- Ties in with a story I currently have running with Lili.
Word Count- 2,496
Notes- So sorry! I didn’t want it to be so long, but I couldn’t stop writing. I actually omitted a good chunk too. D:


Many Thanks – I must thank everyone for the chance given me to go after Dargul. So many amazing forms, but I know that this is one I must try for and will try my best for. Know that whoever wins this deserves him, but if you can give me a chance I will not let you down. <3

[Bast-et]

Good job January, nice form =]
your artwork is wonderful too

[Firefly_Dreamer]

Tracker Dog Form

Tracker Dog #67 I Available until September 13
Gender: Male
A new Tracker. Stronger, larger and faster than any other Tracker. He's cocky, wild and he might be harder to handle. The small set of arms can easily be moved, even to the side, to greet someone or grab a small item. He can be used in any environment and for any task, and he'll gladly accept any challenge. He has much better hearing than the average Tracker and his longer nasal sensor suggest better sense of smell. Fear can easily be detected by him, which might make him agressive. Treat him with respect and he'll be a partner like no other. Depending on your weight, you might even be able to ride him.

"Is it bad to have too much confidence?"





Tracker Dog Application Series 20

Username: 16cayemberga

Dog you want: I would like 67 Please

Name you'll give it: I would Name him Mason because i really like the name. I really wanted to name 65 it, if i had got him (which i didn't), so i'm applying for my second choice.

Reason why you want it: I like his design, he's bigger, and can smell and hear better. I think he's very unique. I especialy like the white stripes on his legs and the white skull. I also really like his tounge. i don't know how to explain it, but i realy like how it blends and looks. I also like the bigger ears because they make him look cuter, just like the long Nasal Censor. I think Nex did a wonderful job, considering it's not easy to make lineart changes (for the extra arms). Speaking of his extra arms, i like them too because , and his brown color is my Persona's hair color. I also like the extra fur, like from behind his legs. It reminds me of a lion, although he is a canine.

Will it be used in any kind of story?: Yes, yes, and of course Yes. I love writing, typing, etc; so it will be good practice to write about him.

Likes

- Challenges
-Fights
- Exersize
-Tracking
-Adventure
-Using his extra arms

Dislikes

-People Afraid of him
-People who are to heavy to ride him, but try anyway
- Being wrong
-Making careless mistakes
-Really loud sounds, such as fireworks and Thunder. They hurt his eardrums.
- Disgusting smells

Describe its personality:

Lively

This Tracker loves to run around , and is very energetic. He would gladly go to the olympics to perform if he could! His favorite activities include Soccer, Mountain climbing, Hiking, and playing dogpile. Someday he would like to complete a triathalon, only running and swimming, since he can't bike.

Confident

This Tracker Is a little overconfident. He loves fighting, and will accept any challenge made. At every chance he gets, he shows off, by using his extra arms, keen sense of smell, and extra good hearing. He 'knows' he will always win, no questions asked. He's always looking for new ways to shine... he's still working on swimming, though!

Unique

This Tracker is Unique from his design to the way he thinks. He actually enjoys doing the work he is assigned. He would become too bored if he didn't work. He would probably love to live on a farm to herd animals, if he couldn't track.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

It was so gloomy out... overcast and cool, about 60 degrees. There was also a slight drizzle. I remembered back to a happier time. There was laughter, playing, tag, but now... now there was nothing; no kids singing, no laughing, nothing of the sort. The hopsckotches all melted away, the kids hid inside, knowing their lives could be taken by any of the monsters that roamed outside of town; Every kid, but me, and a couple boys.

I let the rain run down my face, and i looked up to the sky and let the rain scurry down my face and hair, while my hands rested in my pockets. I shivered for a second, from the cool air, then realized i was standing in the middle of the road.

Two figures came up behind me in the fog. I knew them from my childhood. Levi whom had short black hair and two different colored eyes, was on my left. Levi's eyes were definately unique, and you really could barely tell the difference between his green one or his brown one, unless you looked real close. Grant was on my right. He had a mustardy blond hair hue, and blue eyes. he had a layered haircut. Then, there's me, the only girl brave enough to venture out of the houses, and even i'm scared.

"The next town over, has the Trackers..." Levi said quietly and without emotion.

I nodded and walked down the center of the road.

Our town was a happy place, at one time, but since the Hero, who kept the monsters away, went missing, they've been invading like crazy, thirsting for violence. We cannot hold them back any longer, and we need to find him, in order to restore our peace. Our town of Dittious (Dit-ee-us), is now relying on a super breed of dog, namely the tracker, to find the 18 year old hero, to protect us, once again.

The silence was finally broken when the sky was starting to clear up.

"Why can't we just move our city" Grant said, hushed.

"We've discussed this before. The monsters would sense too many live things moving at once, investigate to see what's going on, and then take us all out." I sighed as the drizzle stopped.

"Why do you think we're traveling 19.2573 miles to get to the city?" Levi said, crossing his arms.

I missed the old Levi... smart... charming... always optimistic and smiley; always making jokes. The years hit him hard, and toughened him into a moody 15 year old. Yeah, i used to love him... but he pushed me away, so that when he wanted me, i was out of reach. We still respect each other, but the closest he's getting to me, is being my friend.

I sighed and thought of what the tracker dogs must look like. i couldn't get a good idea in my mind and gave up.

Then, We finally got to the city... it was like ours, but without the monsters. Everything looked so happy... so familiar.

We got onto the sidewalk as soon as possible, so that the cars wouldn't hit us. We kept serious and didn't stop at the attactions at all. We just kept going until we reached Nex Ta'ar's Tracker Dog Center. The place just looked normal... until we got to the inside. There wee six kennels, each with a different Dog in.

That was when i noticed they were all taken; All, but one. I walked up to the giant display kennel and looked at the Tracker, peering my head in by the cage, and whistled.

"Great... Another human is here to see me." The tracker thought sarcastically. He rammed up against the door, growling, from the loud noise and seeing a green figure up against the cage.

I jumped and fell backwards. "I'm sorry boy... i promise i won't do it again" I said getting back up and peering at the Brown tracker with the skull pattern of his face and excess red fur. His ears were so long... they made him look stunning.

"Let him out..." Grant called, stil his soft self.

I listened to Grant and did.

The human let me out of my cage... that was nice... nobody did that before...

"Show me what you can do, pups" Levi said, being mean.

My ears pricked and my head turned to another green person... Puppy!!!! I am not a puppy!!! I snarled and tackled him to the ground. "Never. Call. Me. That. Again!" i growled, although i doubt he could understand me... Humans just don't.

Levi was scared as soon as that dog had jumped on him. I walked over and stroked the Tracker's head and whispered, "Good boy..." to him.

"What's so good about it!?!?" Levi yelled from the ground.

Uuuggghhhh!!! That noise!!! I growled again at the human, louder, and was now drooling on him, ready to rip him apart. Suddenly the warm hand came back and stroked my back, stopping me. That human was just lucky to get away from me.

The tracker turned his head at me and smelled me. i gliggled because it kind of tickled. That was the first time i was happy in a long time.

Grant suddenly walked up to the Tracker and held out a hand with a dental doggie treat in it.

Another human... This one seems nicer... and i smell a dog treat... well... it is beter than nothing...

The tracker grabbed the treat out of grant's hand, with his extra hand, then used hs abnormally long tounge to retrieve and eat it... i thought it was really cool.

"He's perfect for the job, you guys." I said to Levi, getting up off of the floor, and Grant. Then i turned to the Tracker "Would you like to come with us and help us... we need to find the Hero of Dittious, so that Peace may reign again, in our town. If you come, you shall aquire the name Mason... I am Alycia"i said "This is Levi" I pointed to the person he tackled, "This is Grant" I said pointing to the one who gave him a doggie treat. "What do you say?" i finished scratching behing his ears.