Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[cedaar]

I might just go for #24... I see. ;D

[orange.c y r u s♥]

Tracker Application Series 8

Username:Hyena_G.E.
Tracker Dog you want:#24
Name you'll give It:Night-Time's Wimsy or Wimsy
Reoson why you want It:Trackers are amazing things,and I would be honored to own one myself.As the most succcessful adoption on CS,the Tracker has spread literaly 'World Wide' and only the most detailed writers have a good story,but only the most trusted people take one home.I feel that now is the right time,even though I have failed at winning a Tracker,to try my best and write a story you will enjoy,including depth,excitment,and tons of details that you will enjoy,or atleast find amusing.I find the colors on this Tracker beautiful,and to me represents the wimsy of night.I love the small glowing dots over the body,which remind me of fireflies.The cool yet dark color palete that looks lovely in the night.If I don't get this Tracker,which will be really depressing to me,then I will try to find another Tracker as beautiful as this one^^
NEX:I PROMISE TO LOVE THIS TRACKER AND GIVE HIM A REF.HE WILL HAV HIS OWN PLACE ON MY CHARACTER THREAD AND I WILL SPOIL HIM WITH ART.I SWAER TO GIVE HIM A PLACE ON MY SIGGY AND NEVER LET HIM GATHER DUST ON HIS FORUM,I HOPE YOU LOVE MY STORY AND FIND IT ENTERTAINING.

Will it be used in any Kind of Story?:YES,I cannot tell you when,but he will be in plenty more,about the adventures of night^^
Describe it's personality:Wimsy is a young adventurous Tracker.He is never reluctant to pass a mission in a new place.Wimsy isn't the most focused Tracker on the job,but can get it done.He gets sidetracked easily,but if determined can do a job and do it right.Wimsy has a child-like sense of wonder,and finds the tiniest things amusing and fun.He is good on very little day missions,but is perfect for night ones.


.:Write an Introduction for your Tracker:.

If Wimsy would have read the news paper or seen the news on TV,he would have known the trouble brewing ahead.Today was the day when Nex sent Wimsy on his first mission alone.Excitement filled his stumouch and curiosity dowsed his soul.The sky was a clear blue,signafying morning,5:32am to be exact.By this time tomarrow Wimsy would be out searching for a 'stimulation' criminal out in the open land.Wimsy took in a deep breath.16 hours had passed,it was now 9:32pm.

Wimsy clawed at the thick metal door,and whined for Nex to hurry up.Once the door had slid open with it's 'special' codde,Wimsy dashed out the door.Today was the day he would try his best,but it was also the day when he would make the biggest mistake of his life.

10:43pm;The Mission Begins
Fireflies buzzing,lighting a thin path to home on their bums,flew through the air around Wimsy.The air wasn't still the least bit,but the rustle of the grass called his name in a blank tone that made him shiver in the freezing times of night.As the orange blinking watch counted down the last two minutes,it began to blink green.Bold black numbers shown on the screen,10:45.Nex held up a small metal 'circle' up to her mouth and blew.A loud screeching noise filled the air and Wimsy's ears.He took this as a chance to run,and start the chase of 'cat and mouse',to prove he could handle more complex missions,like searching for a murderer,or rapist.He forced these thaughts into the 'cellar' of his mind and placed his focus on the mission.Nex had shown him the scent of the 'stimulation' criminal,this made his tounge and nose tingle.

Night stretched across a navy blue,indigo sky sprinkled with constilations.It had been a while since Wimsy was last outside.The cold air stimulated his senses.It was an exciting,yet dangerous ride,Wimsy was dieing to get on.As he ran following the smell of the 'stimualtion' criminal,another musty odor filled his nostrils.He looked to his right,nothing but a long stream,which slithered down the path like a clear,blue never ending python.Wimsy looked to his left,just some trees as tall as the clouds.He then looked forward,the foul odor spun around him like a butterfly,and hit him in the nose.This made him as curious as ever.No,I must stay on the path.....Urged Wimsy in his mind.His paws pattered from front to back until he made his choice,
"Only three feet in and I will go back to the mission,it will only take a few minutes,right?"Wimsy recited to himself.After taking a few steps back ,Wimsy leaned back until his heels touched his haunches.

In a matter of seconds Wimsy was sent flying through the air.Once his front paws touched the dirt ground,he tuked his back paws under,extending them further than usual.Wimsy lifted his head,but smelled nothing.He turned it every direction like a radar in the sea.The smell had just dissapaered.Or had it?He walked further into the woods,sniffing,smelling,but still no odor.Wimsy knew he would get nothing from standing,so he bagan walking back towards the stream.

Crikets chirpped,Leaves rustled,Water flowed,but Wimsy made no noise.Nex was testing his speed,quietness,and IQ.Wimsy had already succeed in strength,by doing various tests,but he only had three more to go.
"Speed,Quietness,and IQ."Wimsy repeated to himself.His neck extended,and his tounge stuck out.A cool trail of water drippled down his throat,leaving a cool trail behind.The musty odor came back,this time closer and stronger.His head sat up and ears scoped the area.It was behind him.A hot breeze flew onto his neck,something was breathing on him.Wimsy sat up and turned around.He made an image in his mind,a small red-brown canine,with large ears,and a white stumouch.It ran beside Wimsy and stared at him oddly.Wimsy turned slowly to prevent scarrying the canine.

"What?!asked Wimsy agitated.In a flash the 'dog' ran and hid behind a oak.Wimsy stood up and turned his ears to find the canine.
"Sorry to frighten you,please come back?"apologized Wimsy,standing up.The musty odor was long gone,but another strange scent filled his nose.He sneezed,and his tounge curled.It was a fowl odor,which hit Wimsy like a car to a bike.He ignored it,and continued lapping up water.After having his fill of water he relized something he never saw before,a small purple shiny thing,caught his mind,as he pictured what it looked like,using his nose and ears.I was across,on the other side of the flowing stream.It then came to Wimsy,The Mission!

Across the Stream
His legs sprung back until they touched his haunches,as he tucked his front legs by his back feet.
WIP

[poofyena]

Ohh 25 is beautiful *sits on hands* i like the description too.

[Pooka.]

Tracker Dog Application Series 8

Tracker Dog #24 I Available until March 8
Gender: Male
With the glowy patterns and dark fur, this Tracker is a true night owl. He loves the smell of the cold air of night and can actually tell night from day. He's made for nightly Tracking, letting his markings glow when he's found something important, and serving as a spare flashlight for its owner.

Username: Pooka135
Tracker Dog you want: The stunning #24
Name you'll give it: Lucian

Meaning of Name:
Light in English.

Reason why you want it:
Lucian (as I prefer to call him) is exactly what I am looking for. His mixture of blues and grays in that design fit everything that I am looking for so well. I feel that Lucian's unique attribute of the markings glowing when something crucial has been found gives me a sense of calmness in knowing that it does happen. I absolutely have fallen in love with this dapper male from the moment I saw his picture up there.


Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes, I plan to make a pretty long story for him that will include the introduction below.

Describe its personality:
~Dexterous~
-He is very skillful and clever in the use of his paws as well as mind. Lucian thinks things through and knows exactly how to use them for different kinds of missions, and, since he's a moreover used for nighttime missions, his adroitness of the paws in being quiet and somewhat sneaky.

~Loyal~
-Lucian is very obedient and loyal to his master. He will remain loyal to her no matter what. Lucian will protect her with his life and won't hesitate to step in front of danger to save her. He loves her extremely, as well as some of the other pets she owns.

~Obstinate~
-He can be very stubborn, or obstinate, when it comes to something he doesn't desire to be engaged in. Lucian is sometimes not easily controlled, but will try to hold back on this special part of his unique personality.

~Witty~
-Lucian tends to use this part of his personality toward the other pets that he lives with. He's quick to come back with any comeback whether it be verbal or physical. Lucian won't hesitate to put someone into their place with this unless they hold a higher rank than himself in whatever it may be.

~Opinionated~
-He is a very opinionated tracker dog. Lucian wants to get his opinions and feelings out there right away and won't stop to debate on doing it. He will come right out with everything and try to mend things if he hurts someone emotionally.

~Loving~
-Lucian is like your own personal giant teddy bear that you wanted when you were a kid! He's extremely loving and lovable and will show you that when he can. Lucian feels strongly about the saying 'treat others how you want to be treated' and sees that the method of thinking seems to work for him quite well.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
“Animals are considered as property only. To destroy or to abuse them, from malice to the proprietor, or with an intention injurious to his interest in them, is criminal. But the animals themselves are without protection. The law regards them not substantively. They have no RIGHTS!” By: Shirley Lord

"From beasts we scorn as soulless,
In forest, field and den,
The cry goes up to witness
The soullessness of men." By: M. Frida Hartley

Abandonment is never a good thing nor is abuse, whether it be animal or human. However, as much as we do see it in both, it happens far more in the world of animals, and deeper into that, mostly to canines. Many have no chance, although, there are the few strong-willed survivors that are able to encounter the dangers and fend for themselves...the canine I see most capable of this, is the tracker dog.

Not long after my creation, I was offered out to an arcane home as a pup. I didn’t fully understand this unusual process back then, but I did know that it’d be something I’d be hard to agree with ever again. I will be scarred for the rest of my life.

I lived with a man. This was no ordinary man, the type of man not to be oblivious of or to disobey, and he made that eminently clear to me. I was simply a pup tracker, and didn’t know any better. I lived with him and his female friend for about a year with no problems before everything changed. His female friend, which I had suspected to be his mate, let one day and never came back. The man was furious and for some reason decided to take the anger that had built up, out on me. He tortured me for about a week before I had had enough. I was out of there and didn’t want anything to do with the horrible place.

I lived on the streets for a year, helping people when it was needed, but I eventually became a well known stray tracker dog that the townsfolk could rely on.

One late afternoon when I was roaming the streets and alleyways, I came across an unusual noise I hadn’t heard since the homicide a few months ago. I turned my head down several alleyways before finally locating the source of the heartbreaking noise. From the pitch of the sound, it seemed as if it were a small female child. I scented the air until I made it a few feet in front of her, the crying stopping, and my markings began to glow. I felt the soft and shaky touch of the child on my skin, trying to release a feel into the atmosphere that’d calm her.

I felt a small connection with her, even though I didn’t know her and couldn’t see her. Suddenly, I remembered something important from my training I had been forced to endure. I had been taught a chief instruction that meant that when I found something crucial to life. Then, after a bit of scenting the air around the small girl, it hit me what the unpleasant smell was. It was human blood, and the child reeked of it.

The small child soon calmed and relaxed, holding onto my neck tightly. I could sense the fear still lying within the depths of her body, but it was good that she had it. It’d keep her much more alert of things. I turned my head away from her, releasing a drawn out discordant howl. Luckily, I had remembered passing by a patrolling police officer a block down.

Soon after the long howl, that lacked harmony, ended, I heard the familiar sound of sirens and jingling handcuffs coming down the alley. The child freed my neck, her nervous footsteps fading away slowly. They were taking her to the ambulance, and she didn’t want to leave me. For a split second, I felt an old feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time. Love. The girl had given me love, and now I was feeling it for her. My mind was torn as I realized that she wasn’t capable of injuring me and wouldn’t think of it.

One of the police officers came to my side, and I knew this by the thickness of the footsteps’ sound and because of the handcuffs unique noise. He patted my head lightly and sighed, then spoke in their unusual dialect that I wasn’t accustomed too. After that, the man pulled my scruff a bit and led me to the ambulance, lifting me up into it carefully. The girl was next to me now and started hugging me again, but I felt her get pulled away. I suspected the paramedics were healing her wounds. I was surprised by the fact that the doors of the vehicle were still ajar. Abruptly, the female child was gone from my side. I heard her feet hit the ground with a small thud, and I didn’t hesitate to follow her. After all of this was over, the guardians of the small girl had taken me to their house to live with them forevermore, and it turns out that the girl was older than I thought (about 12 years old). I was uneasy and nervous for the first week or two, but quickly grew to love and care for these people like I had so long ago. The female child was now mine forever, and forever, I will be hers.


~~~~~~~~~~Four Laconic Years Later~~~~~~~~~~


Cassie(the girl) was doing her ordinary everyday run of errands. She would stop by her part-time job and hang out with her friends. I knew this because I had gone with her a few times, but I normally didn’t go along with her. The last time Cassie went on an errand run, I had a feeling I should have gone, but I didn’t and now my punishment has come.

She had been finishing up at her part-time job building, closing everything up and locking the designated locks. Cassie headed down the sidewalk toward the place her friends and she ordinarily hung out at. She didn’t see her friends up ahead anywhere and began wondering where they might have gone. Cassie looked around a bit before glancing down an alley cautiously. She thought she heard movement and made one of the biggest mistakes in her life. Cassie went down the aberrant alleyway.

She walked down it, following a sudden voice that had appeared, and it sounded as if it could have been one of her friends. Cassie quickly turned around to look behind her, thinking she had heard something, only to face the other way again and freeze out of fright. The man lifted the lightweight rock and gave her head a hard blow with it, causing her to drop to the ground unconsciously. Another man appeared around the intersection of another alley and went to her, lifting her up with the man who had injured her. Cassie was taken, and a citizen of town witnessed it all.


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A few hours later, I was sitting in the living room at home, curious as to why Cassie hadn’t returned to home yet. I started to become worried in the thought that things would turn out like they had in the last family I lived at. Unexpectedly, the door of the house opened, and my fellow policemen were standing in the doorway. Then, it started. The tears came to Cassie’s mother’s eyes and a furious look spread across her dad’s face.

Cassie was gone, and no one knew where to start to search for her. This was my life’s mission and it was just beginning.

I need to find her…

I must find her…

I will find her.…

W.I.P.

[.:sea~foam:.]

Tracker Dog Application Series 8
Username: Myuki_is_moe
Tracker Dog you want: # 24
Name you'll give it: Owl
Reason why you want it: Well, I think I learned from my mistakes last time, so I'm determined to make a better, more sincere form this time. I fell in love with this tracker because of the mysterious aura he gave off. He looks serious and suspicious, but not stone-cold. He has such a marvelous design and I really appreciate the effort you put in to make it. You have such fabulous skill when it comes to making these fantastic creatures, Nex. This one really stood out to me.

Will it be used in any kind of story? Much like Milo, probably but I won't post it.
Describe its personality:

Alert
No matter what, Owl uses his razor sharp senses wisely and keeps on his toes. He never slacks and escaping past him is impossible.

Serious
Owl does't let games get in the way of his job. As a crime scene investigator he is determined to give 110% in his job. His life has almost no room for fun and games.

Quiet
Owl doesn't talk much and keeps to himself. A twisted past leaves him with sealed lips. With his mind consumed with work, he has little time to chat.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Owl's senses were fixed on two tall figures, his ears tuned to their every word;
"Well, we got quite the stash, heh?"
"Hardly. This is only half of it. The rest is still in the safe."
"Don't get cocky. The cops are prob'bly on our trail right now. We might not be able to get the rest in time."
"We can outrun a couple of cops, can't we?"
I'm sure you can boys, but can you outrun a genetically engineered Tracker dog? Owl thought to himself with a smile. His legs loosened and his mind zeroed in on the figures, any moment now he'd pounce on those scheming villains. Owl's glowing patches dimmed as he crept alongside the wall, towards the unexpecting thugs. He bound forward and delivered a strong bite to one of the thug's neck. His patches gave off a luminescent glow to signal to the other officers. Eight men came charging from around the corner. "Put your hands in the air!" one of the men shouted. Owl dropped to the ground and returned to his master's side.
WIP :3

[Araviir]

I like the first one, seems like a perfect personality for me, but I don't connect with the design, eh.

[orange.c y r u s♥]

nooo,competition!Nice forums everyone so far^^Can someone crit my forum,I REALLY want this one.Oh Nex sorry if this is spam

[Chara Dreemurr]

Tracker Dog Application Series 8
Username:
Ravenmoon
Tracker Dog you want:
# 24
Name you'll give it:

Reason why you want it:

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

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

WIP. I'm not in such a good mood right now, making it hard to create stuff.

[Amazonboy]

Tracker Dog #24 I Available until March 8
Gender: Male
With the glowy patterns and dark fur, this Tracker is a true night owl. He loves the smell of the cold air of night and can actually tell night from day. He's made for nightly Tracking, letting his markings glow when he's found something important, and serving as a spare flashlight for its owner.

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Username: Amazonboy
Tracker Dog you want : Twenty-Four 24
Name you'll give it: Nox (Night)
Reason why you want it: WIP
Will it be used in any kind of story? YES
Describe its personality: WIP
Write an introduction for your Tracker:

WIP

[OneRowdyNight]

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Tracker Dog Application Series 8

Username:
HomicidalHorseLover

Tracker Dog you want:
Tracker Dog #26 | Available until March 10

Name you'll give it:
Moccasin

Nicknames:
Casin
Casino
Sin
26

Why the name?
The symbol on his left shoulder blade is a snake. My favorite type of water snake is the Water Moccasin. Also, the Water Moccasin has crippling, if not fatal, venom. This reminded me of Casino's personality, he's got a sharp bite.

Gender:
Nothing but man.

Likes and Dislikes:
Casin likes nothing better than to get down 'n dirty with a couple of gators, especially with his swampy heritage, though large or venomous snakes aren't half bad either. The worst thing to him is failing an operation or letting down his owner. Approval really means a whole lot to him and he'd swim a sea of nails for it. So, his new owner really needs to praise him constantly, or explain how he could improve in a positive fashion, otherwise he could become quite depressed.

Favorite Activities:
Swimming. The water is her happy place, even though she may not be built for it. The surf allows her time to mull things over and really connect with herself. He also enjoys: Hunting and Fishing, Excersising (Gotta keep that figure!), and just flat-out goofing around, though he'll only do that when he's alone or with very close friends.

Favorite Places:
As you may have predicted, he adores the marshes and swamps. Beaches are okay as well and larges rivers and estuaries suit him just as well. However, it may seem odd, another favorite place of Sin's is the mountains. The crisp, thin air helps him clear his mind and allows fresh and calming thoughts to flow.

Favorite Foods:
Though you may not have hazarded to guess, he is very picky about what he puts through his digestive tract. Certain meats, including beef, are off his menu for no apparent reason. His favorites are:
Sweet and Sour Chicken
Cedar-Plank Salmon
Papa John's Cheese Pizza (Don't forget garlic sauce!! c:)

Poem:
Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Behind the poem:


Reason why you want it:
He really called to me, but it doesn't hurt that his design is amazing. My favorite type of Trackers are Aquatics, because I utterly adore every second that I can swim. I can also relate to his personality, the one you described on the adoption page.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Possibly, if I take the time to type one. All credit will be given to Nex for her design and the species.

Describe its personality:
Casino is a very... complex character. His tough outer shell puts many off. He's not the social type, especially when he finds others annoying. If he decides you're not his type, you don't exist. He's cold and hard at first, very picky about his choice of friends. However, once you break his shell, the soft gooey inside spill out (Ew, I know.) Once you're in, he's a loving and quite caring, not to mention devoted, friend. He'll catch a grenade for ya... as the song goes. He's also quite bull-headed. Unless you have proof and a lengthy argument, good luck swaying his decisions and beliefs.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Casino's gargantuan ears flew forward, detecting the slightest sound among the reeds. His handler, Kevin Maytaz, or Tazz as he was welll known, rested a hand on the tracker's head and whispered something softly. Casin relaxed, soaking in every detail of the area before him.
"Now, 26, remember that the hostage is being held on a remote dock several clicks down river from here. Your job is to swim down there and exfil the hostage. There are 3 guards with automatic weapons that also need to be taken down. Make it clean, clear, and quiet." Moccasin nodded, fidgeting with anticipation. Tazz grinned and whispered, "Go gittem boy."
Casino dove softly into the swampy water, swimming quickly through the murk. As he made his way through the barely visible waters, something lightly touched his flank. Casin flinched, turning to view it. As his head swiveled, he saw nothing but a scaley maw opened wide and dozens of ivory fangs.
The alligator had snatched his entire hind leg within its massive jaws and held on. Casin let loose a shriek that could've come from a rabid banshee. Feeling the razor-like enamels dig into his flesh, Casino flipped and writhed, managing to get ahold of the gator's snout. Digging his own teeth into the leathery derma, he could stare into the eyes of the alligator, seeing its anger and utter devotion to ending him. With a gulp, he yanked back, tearing the flesh with a loud rrriiippp.
The gator's eyes widened and it released Casin's bloody, crimson haunch. He watched it retreat and immediately thought to his mission. Crap. He cleared his thoughts and focused on his current task. Release the hostage with minimum noise and action... he recalled, swimming toward the dock. He felt the sharp stinging of his bloodied flank, but ignored the pain and swam faster, hoping the mission hadn't been comprimised.
Casino reached the dock and silently clambered atop it's splintered wooden surface. Immediately, a guard saw him. But, before the guard could utter a sound, he lurched forth and ended the man quickly and quietly. He turned to view the scene. The hostage sat, tied to a chair in the center of the small building, bound and blindfolded. Casin sauntered toward the man and gently grasped a strand of rope in his maw, breaking it easily. The man turned his head quickly to and fro, whispering.
"Wha-Wh-Who's there?"
Casin placed his wet muzzle in the man's hand, hoping to calm him. The man visibly relaxed, obviously aware of the rescue. Casin broke the other rope and leapt into the man's lap. Softly, Casino pulled the blindfold from the hostage's face. A smile of utter joy and total relief swept over the man's silouhette. With a small nod, Moccasin hopped off of him and sauntered toward the water. The man looked confused.
''We're swimming?" he asked incredulously. Casin repeated his nod and grabbed the man's pant leg in his jaws, tugging him toward the water. With a gulp, the man followed. Moccasin stepped into the murky water and began to swim when the hostage followed. They continued downstream and, upon reaching the spot where Casino's handler last sat, they walked onto the shore. With a startled gasp, Moccasin broke into a full run toward his unconcious Tazz. The man followed close behind, eyes wide. Casin dropped onto Tazz, searching for any sign of injury, or life for that matter. Upon finding the man's neck, but no pulse. Moccasin sat next to Tazz and quietly sobbed, pausing occasionally to let loose a long, mournful howl.
As his wails filled the night, Sin heard someone approaching. He turned in time to see a loop-pole and feel the sting of a dart in his hindquarters.
Casino woke slowly, finding himself disoriented inside a stainless-steel cage, inside a building that reeked of sterilization. Looking around, he saw scientists, along with crowds of government-looking persons, sauntering through the structure. Raising himself to his feet, a curious somebody approached, eyes skeptic. Casin thought back to Tazz's death and bared his teeth, snarling and snapping at the bars where the human stood. The man flinched slightly, taking a step or two back. Behind the man, a scientist-looking woman obseved the scene. They spoke between themselves, occasionally glancing up at Sin. The woman spoke to him first.
"26, our deepest apologies about Corporal Maytaz. Please do calm yourself. Some believe terminating you is for the best. Show them wrong."