Sled dog harness *.* . I can imagine , a Tracker Dog with a sled dog harness. I think it would look really good on them ^^
*squee*
HomicidalHorseLover wrote:
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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."
casmic wrote:Tracker Dog Application Series 8
Username: casmic
Tracker Dog you want: #24
Name you'll give it: Soufrage
Reason why you want it: I saw a few in some signatures, then I found a link to this forum. I think they're very cool!
Will it be used in any kind of story?: Not unless I end up in those kind of forums.
Describe its personality: The Tracker Dog I would like is a born-hunter, though very gentle. It seems to almost be trained in several Ancient Arts and is even able to meditate! It protects those close to it, and willingly tracks those who have attacked them. It is not able to sleep easily, and is always on guard. It wears a blue crystal pendant, given to it by an unknown person long ago, around it's neck.
Write an introduction for your Tracker: The nights slip into days, yet the world is eternally dark.....
Lulu Saphire wrote:Congrats
Oh boy!I hope I can find the next tracker I apply for.Nex do you mind telling me what you look for in the story?Paragraphs?Coloring the text?Grammar?
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