Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Queen Vivane]

Awww man not again! Congrats anyway LCD

[oakdenugg]

Congrats LCD! ^^

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Congrats LCD I cant wait for the new batch of trackers. im adding detail this time xDD and another poem

[Chara Dreemurr]

When are the next ones released?

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Today Nex will post them sometime today

[DoctorDraca]

Guys, stop being impatient. The last one has only been given out a few minutes ago.

[orange.c y r u s♥]

congrats LCD

[Chara Dreemurr]

Guys, stop being impatient. The last one has only been given out a few minutes ago.

Oh sorry! X3 I love trackers too much!

Edit: the new ones are epic!

[Chara Dreemurr]

What has become of me?
But a great demonic beast?


Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username: 
Ravenmoon
Tracker Dog you want:
18
Name you'll give it:
This blood red beauty shall be named Hajvan, sometimes nicknamed Apocalypse. 
Meaning:
Beast. I thought her design looked beastly, and so I chose Hajvan. I think it sounds slightly like a male name, so I think it suits her. 
Reason why you want it:
This beauty called out to me. I was hopelessly entangled in it, in her beautifully made trap. I could not resist it. Her trap poked at me, as if it was made of thorns, telling me Do it! Try for her! I know I needed to try for her, bu at first, I hesitated. I know I swore that my last tracker (Without including the custom) would be an aerial, but nay. This beauty has just flitted into my mind with a self important march, and sat down looking expectantly at me, her head bent to the side. I know I'll pour out my heart in making the form, and so here goes nothing. 
Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes, she would be. I had great fun in writing this one, and why let such beauty go to waste? Of course, I'm still (would be) working on a plot for her, if I win her, that is...
Describe its personality:
Her strength. Her ability to resist and thrive in the worst types of condition is what amazes people. Hajvan is a drop of blood on ice, different. Hajvan is suited for colder areas, such as Canada or Antarctica, and to fight. Her pelt covers most of her skin, and is thick enough to protect her against dogs of war, and horrid weather.  Her bulky bones can carry more muscle, thus making a stronger, better type of Tracker. 
Her cleverness. This is a part of Hajvan's personality, yet it isn't exposed often. Her cleverness can sometimes help her in danger, but sometimes it might evaporate like water in heat. If she is nervous or stressed, that is, for she needs a clear, calm mind for it. If she is surrounded by a snarling pack of dogs, she will be more cool and collected then if she is surrounded by humans. Thus, she feels better around her own type (or close to it) then a different species altogether. 
Her need to survive. Sure. Every species has it. The simple need to strive shall make them go to extreme lengths, but some give up. Not Hajvan. To her, giving up is not an option. Giving up is for lower species, and her determination and stubbornness will not let her. If she is stuck in the middle of a bomb site, there will be a way out. There's always a way out, Hajvan thinks, you only need to find it. 
Her stubbornness. This is associated with her will to survive, but is noteworthy. Her stubbornness is extreme. It's badder then a mule's, yet it's there for a good reason. In the snowy areas she lives in, it's quite easy to get lost, or possibly harmed. If Hajvan happens to get lost or harmed, her stubbornness makes her refuse to give up. Also, if someone that's loved is in danger, her stubbornness makes her refuse to leave that someone behind, or left for dead.  

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
In case you are wondering, it will be from the Tracker's point of view, except the parts with her owner.
"My paws are bleeding from the cold. Or it feels. I feel the scared rabbit's blood and bones crunch in my jaw, and how limp it feels as it dies. Those things would stay in one's mind forever. 
I have not seen another of my kind in month; all gone, most likely. I have escaped and I am being hunted. I am sick and tired and I want to put a final stop to it. 
The question is: how?"

"Why I escaped? I'll try to explain it all in a short time. But I must run quickly."
"Yes, I am an escapee from a camp. It was bad there, but that's not why I made my daring escape."
"I had not seen another tracker for weeks in the snow war training camp in which I was in. They slowly went, one by one. As my tracker friends disappeared, I slowly felt sadder and sadder."
"Then one day, they were all gone. Broken, I had wandered around the camp. They had thought I was just looking. I was actually making survival plans, and generally planning to run."
"Who are They? They are the ones who brought us here, trained us and extinguished us. Those filthy, dirty humans."
"I had found a tiny hole in the fence around the camp. Everyday, I'd go there and make it a little bigger day by day, until it was big enough to crawl through."
"Of course, it had been hard. The broken fence tugged at my fur, and I was forced to leave some locks of my pale fur behind, but it prevented me from getting too hurt."
"Then I had run, escaping angered wolves and sleeping in caves. Of course, it was always winter where I went and where I was. The strong blizzards tugged at my fur, but it protected me. My agility and strength helped me not get hurt, or possibly killed. This was the good life."
"After awhile, I had went in a cave and heard whispers. I could not understand, but it scared me. I remember how some words were pronounced. They sounded like 'Est' and 'La'. They often said 'vois la!'
I had seen lights and shadows where there were none before, and the voices continued."
"And so I had darted. Darted past Them, those disgusting humans. I didn't bother to glance at them; my nose did the trick. I knew I should avoid those ones."
"I must run." I start off, my paws pounding on the cold ground and my ears sharp and attentive, listening for Them. My ears swerve backwards, and I hear a scream. Probably for me. I can almost feel their two heavy feet hitting the snow repetitively, chasing me. 
I run faster. 
I barely have the time to register and turn when a net unfolds in front of me, and a man holding a wad of white tissue in his big, furry hands.  
I ram into the net and I desperately try to free myself. The tissue the man is holding drifts towards my nose, and I suddenly feel drowsy. 
The last thing I remember to have registered before falling asleep is a grey tracker jumping towards Them, it's mouth opened wide in a snarl, it's claws out in front of it, and a long, terrible, bang. 

At the same time a beautiful tracker got captured, a lone police officer is driving. He pulls up on the side as his eyes start to tear. He has been a police officer for four years, and something he has experienced has shook him deeply. His heart felt as though it were to break at any time. His name is Jay. He has witnessed his girlfriend, Elizabeth Black, get killed. Of course, being a police officer, he had seen many people die, but nothing like this. He remembered the scene clearly, yet her words never came back.
  
Elizabeth lay dying on the floor, a bullet in her chest, puncturing her left lung. Her breaths came rapidly; they were shallow. Her jaw bobbed up and down, trying to say something. Jay could not remember. Why, oh why would someone want to kill her? She had done nothing at all to them! Jay thought angrily as he had picked her up, still gasping for breaths that would never help. And when Jay felt her muscles loosen, he dropped her and began to weep miserably over her dead body.
Jay had met Elizabeth a couple of years ago in Ireland. He had only been a tourist, and he did not know where to go. She seemed to know the place well, and so he asked her for help. Elizabeth had smiled and showed him what to do. They had talked for awhile, and then fared each other 'Good bye'.   
A few weeks later, they met again in a shopping mall. They went around, and they went along quite well. They exchanged numbers, and went on their way. After that, they phoned each other a lot, and finally one day, declared they loved each other.  Elizabeth was a fine lady, polite and quite nice. They had only argued a couple of times, and the biggest fight they had had lasted only two days.  
But then she died. The nagging voice of depression kept teasing Jay, reminding him of his pain every time. 
You could have done something. It teased him over and over again. You could have stayed with her. She could have been still alive! Imagine her still being there, sharing good times!
Almost like a zombie, Jay drove back to his house. The one she died in. 

"I am being brought to a cage." I snarl and try to wiggle loose of the collar, but no avail. The woman holding it looks sternly at me, yet does nothing else. I can approach her, because there's a metal plate in the collar, leaving a distance between her and I. Besides, I don't want to hurt her. She doesn't deserve it. She has not hurt me, or kidnapped me. 
She forces me into a cage, and I raise my lips and feel the thick fur on my hackles rise slightly. She closes the door cautiously, and gives me one last long look. 
It scares me. It's as if she telling me I won't make it through.  


A few hours later, Jay, wet and dripping, slams the door of his house closed. He breathes deeply, inhaling and exhaling, but stops and narrows his eyes. He had heard a faint noise, a tiny tick up the stairs. Suspiciously, and cautiously, he climbs up the stairs, slowly, not making a sound. 
Upon arriving on the top of the stairs, a faint shadow flits around. 
Jay's eyes open wide, and he utters one word: "Wha...?" before running away, getting wet all over again. He jumps in his car, and opens it up, after frantically searching, but then remembering that his car keys were still in his hands. Hurriedly turning on his car, he presses on the gas and drives away, accidentally making a garbage can fall over.

'I will make it through!' I tell myself. I don't want to be bought by those filthy humans! I want freedom! Escape is my best friend now. It is the thing that brought me here, that gave me a little piece of heaven. But They had to take it away. Oh, they just had to!
But I'm getting it back.
I notice that the Humans are starting to feed the other cages. Rather, what's inside of them. I take a closer look (Or a closer inspection with my sensors), and what I see makes me feel giddy.
For in those cages, there are Trackers.
The Humans come to my cage, and open the steel door cautiously. I glare at Them, still planning. As they put the food on the cage floor, I finally dart.
The air whooshing around me, I yelp gleefully, my heart rising in excitement. I give one last 'look' to the Humans, my lips curled back in a grin. I whip my head back, and concentrate on finding an exit.
I don't care to look at my surroundings; the only important thing now is an exit.
A man is coming in by a door. My feet barely touching the ground, I glide above the floor and jump out the door, enjoying the fresh, sharp scent the damp air gave.
Still, I don't look around. I only concentrate on getting away fast.
A lonely road. Perfect.
I run to the light, old road, and I start to run alongside it.

Jay, going over speed limit for fear had gripped his mind like a claw, barely noticed whenever something showed up in front of him on the road. All he cared about was getting away from there, and fast.
What was that thing? He asked himself as he drove, still frightened. He wasn't a strong believer in the supernatural, but this was an exception.
He barely noticed how bumpy the road had become.

The hard metal car was coming right for me. Fear stopped my breathing for a few seconds, and my feet felt as thought they were wielded to the ground. The roaring car thing didn't stop. I breathed deeply, knowing this was the last breath I'd ever take.
But at the last moment, it swerved and tumbled off the road. I exhaled, content, and curiosity prickled at my spine. So I went to check it out.
Luckly, the car was the way cars should be, tires facing the ground. I barked, and saw a man inside. He grinned and pointed to the sky with his thumbs, indicating that he was alright.
"I'm Jay..." He told me, not knowing if I could understand. He seemed like a person I should (And could) trust, so I approached him.
"And you are?"



(Sorry for double posting!)

[Neku]

....I vowed my first tracker would be an Aquatic one D: But oh GODS do I want 18. But I wanna wait to see if my custom is finished before it's due date or not >3> If my custom is done before Application's are closed for 18, I'll apply. If it's not, I will hold off. xP