Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Queen Vivane]

Alright, the three lucky birds that are on Tennis' list have been posted. But I'll post them here too anyway:
SnowLeopard, Demon-Dragoness and SkyeCorgi.

Omg!Thats made my day thank you so much Tennis!

[DoctorDraca]

Eh... Nex. I'm grateful to you for updating Bloodnote... but you forget a few things I added over the years.

I am a person with an absolutely horrible memory. Forgive me.
But I currently have a ton of art to do, so I'm afraid I'll have to fix that mistake at a later date.

[mi ainsel]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6

Username:

~Mello~

Tracker Dog you want:

#18

Name you'll give it:

Soreya [meaning the stray arrow in japanese]

Reason why you want it:

The idea came to me yesterday of a tracker who works with a criminal, rather than helps catch them, so I created a human girl named Amaya of the Darkness. Number 18's colour scheme and design go perfectly with Amaya's design, and I love the way the red contrasts so much with the white and black. The red and black look threatening and sharp, but the white is pure, suggesting kindness. Not to mention the fact that Amaya and Soreya sound so cool together, and Soreya is close to Freya... hehehehe... I think 'her looks could be deceptive' in more ways than just her colours, I think everything about her could be...

Will it be used in any kind of story?:

Oh yes... Trackers = Epic writing muses

Describe its personality:

Soreya is a very different Tracker, suspicious - maybe paranoid would be a better word, of everything. In her early life she didn't get on well with other Trackers, and most Trackers wouldn't trust her now. She's one of the most hunted creatures in the world, nearly every Tracker in existence has orders to capture or kill her. She's sarcastic, but very loyal to her mistress, Amaya, and is prepared to lay down her life if it would help her (Amaya). Nimble, fast and very strong, Soreya is the ultimate guard dog, trained in police pursuits, and therefore able to avoid them. You wouldn't want to meet her down a dark alleyway, though, saying that. she doesn't care much for humans, dismissing most of them except potential threats. Those people don't stand a chance. She has a rather warped sense of justice, and would gladly fight for what she thinks is right. (hehe, rhyming.)

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

I am often described as being on the wrong side of the law, but what defines right from wrong, black from white?
Sometimes you need something different, red for contrast.
Blood red.

Flame

When I was born, they called me Kasen, Fire Arrow.
It seems they wanted me to blaze out a trail for others to follow. But I didn't accept my name- no, my title; I left that life, an arrow straying from it's path, to find my own way, to be different. That is why they call me Soreya. The Stray Arrow.
But maybe I hit a hidden target.

Bright lights shone around me, that much I could tell. The hum of electricity was strong in this room.
"Tracker number 1313." A voice announced. Tasting the air, I determined they were a very bored human female.
Footsteps. She was coming towards me. Was she in league with the other pups? I growled, shuffling my paws as I gathered my hindquarters under me, ready to spring. She came closer.
"Sub-species: Wild Tracker."
She had something in her hand, something electric. A camera? She was creating a video-log, of course.
The image of the woman in my mind revealed a bottle blond woman with a scowl on her face and a video camera in her hand. Ah, the woman in charge of registering us.

The woman, who name I vaguely remembered as something like Romara, leaned forward and jabbed something into the base of my ear.

It hurt. I growled and leapt.

The woman moved to the side, smiling slightly.
"Field name: Kasen, the Fire Arrow."

I 'looked' up, startled, finally understanding what was going on.
The thing in my ear was a chip enabling me to 'speak' to my field partner, whoever had the other chip, or handset.
I was going on a mission.

Blood

The weeks of training, all leading up to the same goal. Symmetrical uses for separate dogs.
We are worth more, are not just fancy Alsatians.
I will not conform.

This was it. I bounced excitedly in the back of the van, desperate to be out of the small enclosed space and into the city. There was another dog with me, an aerial tracker named Remnant on his way to another mission. He'd growled at me a few time, said my bouncing was messing up his motion sensor. I'd ignored him, of course.

The heavy doors rolled open and Romara dragged me out on a lead.
"Right, Kasen, girl. This is your chance to prove yourself. Blaze us out a trail, Fire Arrow." She whispered, letting me sniff a small fragment of material. My strange ability to sense colour kicked in. It was a piece of purple ribbon sown onto white lace, which, in turn, was sown onto black satin. It was the strap of a dress, and it smelt of blood.

Romara removed the collar and I sniffed the air before dashing off, following the trail.
Her voice whispered in my radio as I ran through what seemed like an endless maze of alleyways.
"Kasen, be on your guard. We're looking for a dangerous killer, serial murderer Amaya of the Darkness. She's deadly. She's really, really deadly." Romara warned, just as the trail grew stronger.
I gazed upwards hungrily.
My quarry, this 'Amaya of the Darkness' was in that building. I could smell her.

A unearthly shriek and a slight figure leapt from a high window, landing in a cat-like crouch. I stared, incredilous. Noone could have jumped from that window and survived, then my instincts kicked in. The quarry was in front of me, and I could easily piece the image together in my mind; a small girl with one grey eye and one blood red eye. She had long wavy black hair and blood red highlights and was wearing a black lolita dress with white lace and purple ribbon. One sleeve was tattered and torn. I could smell blood again; her clothes were covered in it.
Despite all this, 'Amaya' was smiling.

I hissed into my radio."Target acquired and hostile, she's just killed."
Romara sounded gleeful and savage at the same time.
"Don't wait for us, just take her down; she's killed too many. Tracker 1313, permission to kill."
I snarl quietly and leap at the bloodstained female.

Shadow

They say looks can be deceptive, and I have to agree,
you'll not find a tracker as bad as me.
Though my fur's white as snow, and my purpose was good,
This Tracker was cut from a real different wood.

The girl sniffed the air and looked up, suddenly on guard, but to late. She managed to step backwards and I landed just in front of her, ready to leap again.
But for some reason, I hesitated.
"Tracker." The girl speaks, in a hissed and feral voice. In the image I fit together her mismatched eyes are terrified, but defeated. She knows it's over.
I glower at her, snarling.
"Go on then. Finish it." Her voice is still defiant, but trembling.
I stop snarling and shake my head. I cannot kill her. She's too much like me. Everything that I feel in her aura is a echo of my past, a past I wouldn't have wished on anyone. I go to turn, but suddenly there's a siren. Blue lights everywhere.
Romara.

"HOLD HER, KASEN!" The voice of the blond woman is loud and savagely triumphant.
"Romara!" Suddenly, Amaya is panicked. I race away from the killer, determined to get something I see hanging from Romara's belt, not realising I am playing right into the blond woman's hands. I grasp the bag in my teeth and rip it loose, but by running away from Amaya, I gave Romara's people a clear scope.
A deafening racket fills the air as about 20 semi-automatic pistols go off at once.
Amaya cries out and falls, but somehow she has managed to avoid most of the bullet. She's clutching her left wrist, holding it tight to her body. Suddenly she's just another 15 year old girl, like the ones I'm sworn to protect. I can taste her terror.
She's helpless.

I can't let her die.

Tearing the bag open with my teeth, I run to her, holding a syringe in my mouth. I lick her wrist as I toss it to her, and she plunges it into her not bleeding wrist. She has the other chip and now we can communicate. We're partners. The Tracker and the Killer.

Growling, I stand tall in front of her, facing the police. "Amaya, stay calm."
"What d'you know." She muttered, still clutching her bleeding hand. "The Fire Arrow's strayed from the target."
I growl at Romara, who glares at me.
"Kasen! MOVE! I can't get a shot!"
I shake my head deliberately from side to side, then lunge for her throat.
"RUN, AMAYA!" I scream to my partner.
"Shall do, Soreya." Amaya hisses in a jokey tone, still wincing, leaping into the shadows and vanishing.

Soreya. I like it.
It has potential, if I ever get out of this alive.
I turn, snarling, from Romara, who lies face down on the floor, unconscious, and glare at the policemen. One of them raises his gun, but I snarl-bark an order to stand down at him, and even though he can't possibly understand, he does.
I leap into the shadows after my partner.

Death
Trackers are supposed to catch criminals, but I work with one. I AM one.
Wilds are most often found in cold places, but the place I live is warm.
White fur is suited to snow, I live in a city.
Looks ARE deceptive, with one exception.
I look fierce, I'm deadly.

Amaya was leaning against a wall, one hand on her hip. A man stood in front of her, a steely look in his eye.
My partner yawned, examining her long black nails, each filed to a point.
"So." She purred, her voice feral. "You want me to kill this guy?"
The guy nodded once, his face expressionless but his eyes cold. "So, will you?"
From the tone of his voice, it was clear he thought there was only one answer.
Amaya, paused, considering. "Hmmmmmm...No."
The man started, anger sparking in his cold eyes.
"Now look here, Missy-" He growled, stepping forward, his hand sliding into his jacket and drawing a knife.

Amaya's blood red eye caught the glint of steel. She yawned and spoke just one word. "Arrow."
Recognising my cue, I leapt through the wall of boxes separating me from Amaya, snarling.

At the sight of 'Arrow,' the legendary and much feared Tracker rumoured to guard savage
girl assassin Amaya of the Darkness, the blood rushed from the man's face. He backed away,
hands held in front of him, looking over his shoulder.
"Call it off, Miss Amaya," He pleaded desperately as I prowled closer, grinning. "Call it off!"
The man had no idea that I didn't like being called an 'it,' but he was about to find out.
Amaya had built a receiver into the lace choker around my neck, so I could speak to anyone I wished to.
"I am not an it." I growled, pinning the man to the wall.
Amaya smiled, showing sharp teeth. "Good one, Arrow. Dispose of it."
he man looked up at her, terrified. She smiled again.
"Amaya of the Darkness doesn't appreciate threats, Mr Brown."
At the sound of his name, the man's eyes widened.
Amaya gave one command, and laughed as blood stained her black lolita dress.

Whoa. That was possibly the most morbid story I've ever written- and my word it was fun! I almost want to write it again!

[RainbowBizkit <3]

*shock* im getting my first tracker? im soo happy thank you so much Tennis. 8D

[Shiko Hayashi]

Eh... Nex. I'm grateful to you for updating Bloodnote... but you forget a few things I added over the years.

I am a person with an absolutely horrible memory. Forgive me.
But I currently have a ton of art to do, so I'm afraid I'll have to fix that mistake at a later date.

Lol that's fine. Thanks~!

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Nvm i cant wait to see who wins 17 i hope i get him hes super cute i know i can only have 3 trackers but hes so cute <333

[poofyena]

Tracker Dog Application Series 6
Username: CJ Shaw
Tracker Dog you want: 17
Name you'll give it: Jerry
Reason why you want it: I adore the soft colours used for this Tracker, greys and orange are often a favourite of mine and so I am very happy to see a Tracker with this colour scheme. I also think his design is gorgeous, the markings are very much something I really like.
As soon as I saw him I had an idea for his story, everything about him just spoke to me and I knew I had to try for him. I have so many ideas for this guy, for art, for stories, mini plots in other short story’s am I writing.


Will it be used in any kind of story? Oh yes definitely. I've got loads of ideas for this guy.
Describe its personality: Personality: Jerry is a very quiet Tracker, he’s focused and driven performing his job efficiently and with passion. He’s never going to be loud and outgoing but is quietly affectionate to his partner.
He is a very alert and intelligent tracker, assessing situations quickly and moving through challenges carefully, minimising any risk to the people he rescues. He’s at home in the city and loves walking round the familiar streets at night, enjoying the peace that folds over the roads and sidewalks.
A peaceful Tracker he isn’t one to stress about anything, he’s very laid back and relaxed which makes him good to have around in high pressure situations.
His relaxed attitude also helps to calm the people he is sent to rescues, his docile manner setting people as ease quickly, enabling them to be rescued faster.
Once he has found someone to work with he likes he is loyal to that Partner, listening to them and working in complete harmony.
He's always happy to accept a gentle pat or a stroke.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
The tracker moved quickly, his eyeless face moving from side to side seeking the object he needed. A long tongue hung from his mouth, his long ears held high above his head as his sturdy legs carried him across the room.
Silence to a human was a world of noise to this sleek seeker, the low snuffling of an exhausted tear stained human was easily heard in this dark silent room. Alone but for his objective the tracker moved with slow deliberate steps, aware of the weak structure beneath his paws.
Drawing closer to the ragged breathing of the human he lowered himself to the floor, approaching slowly and quietly as he had done on so many missions.
The human would not be able to see him in the pitch black room, the floor becoming uneven creaked under the trackers paws sending a fresh wave of hysteria through what the Tracker had identified as a woman.
He let out a low whine, indicating he was not a human or a threat, her sobs stopped abruptly as if in shock and her heavy breathing quickened.
‘He…hello?’ she said almost breathlessly, the tremor of fear in her voice tangible, even to human ears.
Navigating the uneven and broken floor the Tracker closed the gap on the woman, careful of the delicate beams under him.
Soon he was in front of her, her head and torso above floor level, the rest of her out of sight under the floorboards. Extending his head towards her the Tracker whined again, letting her reach out to touch him and staying perfectly still as her shaking hand touched his forehead, she flinched and drew her hand back before touching him again, this time bravely rubbing his head.
He moved himself forward her hand running over his head and down to his neck, where her hand found a collar and harness.
‘Are…are you here, to help me?’ she whispered gripping the soft harness over his shoulders.
Nuzzling her arm softly he let out a low throaty noise, like a purr, he heard her take a breath and sniff hard, bracing herself bravely.
‘Ok. I’m ready’ she patted his smooth back softly and taking the soft pat as a signal he started to back up slowly, his ears on high alert for any noise that might indicate she was in pain. Tense minuets passed as he slowly pulled her from the whole in the floor, bearing the weight and quietly creeping back, one paw at a time.
As her legs slowly emerged from the hole her breathing picked up and she started to cry again, the sound this time awash with relief. She sat on the floor for a moment, holding her face in her hands and letting the tears flow freely. Resting his head against her shoulder the tracker waited for her to calm herself, a low rumbling in his chest helping to soothe the sobbing woman.
Composing herself she got unsteadily to her feet, tripping on a jutting beam and having to steady herself, the tracker stayed at her side, guiding her slowly and carefully out of the darkness, leaving the room and taking her down and out of the building.
As the medics tended to her the Tracker sat on the sidelines alone.

A few hours later the woman had introduced herself to the fire department and medics as Skye, her smudged ivory skin framed by messy blonde hair was covered in streaks of dust and grime, wide blue eyes full of exhaustion looked quietly out at the people surrounding her.
‘So what happened?’
‘As we understand it Miss you were trapped in the earthquake, we had an anonymous tip that you were in that room and we came to rescue you’
‘I was…locked in?’
‘It appears you were kidnapped tonight, a random attack from what we can gather. The call came just after the quake hit’
‘Oh’ she blinked and looked at the floor, shuddering as she realised what could have happened ’where is the….?’
‘Tracker’ the black haired policeman smiled at her ‘he’s outside, he’s a loner, hangs about round the station and helps out on rescues like this’
‘Oh, he hasn’t an owner…partner…um’ she asked curiously wondering what the correct definition was
‘Never found anyone he liked enough to partner’ the guy shrugged lightly ‘so you don’t remember anything?’
‘Not from before, I just woke up in the dark’
‘Well, if you remember anything, be sure to let us know’
‘Of course sir’ she nodded ’what’s his name?’
The cop felt sorry for her, the girl couldn’t be more than 19, yet here she was. Trapped, kidnapped and yet still sat in front of him asking about the Tracker.
‘Doesn’t really have one, rumour had it he had a young partner, a boy. More interested in have a Tracker than anything. He escaped and has been hanging around ever since. We call him Jerry though’
She nodded quietly lost in thought for a moment. The door was flung open a second later making her jump, a young receptionist poked her head around.
‘Jerry wont stop barking at the door, I’m going to have to let him in’
‘Go ahead’ the cop nodded.
A moment later the sound of claws on the lino could be heard, curiously Skye sat up and tilted her head as Jerry bounded round the corner. He stopped quickly and padded slowly over to her, his head low as he sensed her. Forgetting to be careful she flung her arms round the tracker and hugged him tight.
‘Thank you so much’ she whispered fiercely in one of his long ears, with a whine he nuzzled her shoulder gently, clearly pleased to see her, his thin tail waving slowly behind him.
‘Well looks like he’s taken a shine to you’ the cop murmured amused ‘anyway you can go home now, do you have a way to get there?’
‘Its just round the corner’ Skye smiled letting go of Jerry and standing up ‘thank you’ shaking hands with the cop she turned to leave, Jerry sticking to her heel quietly.
‘Looks like someone wants to go with’ the cop raised an eyebrow and laughed
‘Oh, sorry’ she turned to the Tracker ‘stay here’ she mumbled quietly, suddenly feeling close to tears.
‘its ok, he isn’t technically ours. If he follows you your welcome to him’ the guy shrugged and held the door for him ‘just keep up the good work’
Skye nodded eagerly ‘of course we will, don’t worry about that sir!’
‘Well good, its about time he had someone to partner’
‘Do you have trackers here then?’ she asked suddenly curious
‘Oh yes, we have our own Tracker team. That’s why its always been a shame for poor Jerry here’
‘Thank you Sir, I’m sure we’ll meet again’
‘I’d count on it’ he gave her a friendly smile as she walked out past him.
She grinned as she walked out the doors of the station, Jerry stood proud and strong at her side, his head tilted slightly as he nuzzled her hand gently.
‘Well then Jerry, where too’


WIP

[Aki~]

Are customs not open any more....

[RainbowBizkit <3]

Nope all the slots are filled

[Aki~]

Nope all the slots are filled

*sigh* happy to know they are putting customs out... I just am in musical tech week and well... It is just my luck... Oh well...