Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Hollywood Undead]

oh, Nex im in love with the new trackers <3 I have a brilliant story in my head but it doesn't quiet fit any of these beautiful creations ^.^ I guess I'll just have to wait until the perfect one shows up :3 good luck to every one applying this round!

[Nuclear_Angel]

Tracker Dog Application Series 10
Username: ~Nuclear_Angel~
Tracker Dog you want: 30
Name you'll give it: Tanguy (( Means Fire warrior in Breton ))
Reason why you want it: I love the colors, the fact that he helps with fires, turns smoke in to oxygen, and if i get him he will be my 1st Tracker Dog.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Most likely yes.
Describe its personality:
Daring
He will look death in the face and still keep going.

Trust worthy
You can put your life in his paws and he will get you out or through it even if i cases for him to lose his life.

Adventurous
He is all ways up to save some ones life, run in to a burning building, and stuff that gets his heart pumping.

Loving and Friendly
He loves meeting new people and is vary gentle. He don't really care about little kids pulling on his ears or tell he will just lick them more.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
I was walking down the side walk when i heard a scream that said " Help, Help My baby is still in the fire!! " I ran over looking around seeing a lady being held back from running back in to the building, and screaming " My Baby, My Baby Is Still In THERE !!!! " With out no studier I ran in to the burning building, my heart started to run with me, and the smoke filled my nose turning in to oxygen. The flames roared as i ran past them in to the smoking hall. I stopped with my ears perked up trying to hear the cry of the baby. It was coming from the end of the hall turning my head seeing that the door way was covered in fire. I ran through to find the baby in the crib laying on its side. I ran over to it the baby was rapped in a blanket. I grabbed the baby up in the blanket and ran out back in to the hall way but was stopped by a falling beam. Jumping over it i could feel the chemical that my skin excretes was starting to ware off. I rushed to get out the building be for it crushed and chemical on my skin was all gone. I made it out just in time, the building clasped, and the baby was safe. It look like I was on fire by the smoke that flowed out my nose. The Firefighters got the baby to the the medic and poured a bucket of water on me cooling me down.

[morris.]

Username:

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Maroon
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Tracker Dog you want:
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Tracker dog 32
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Name you'll give it:
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Nadia
Pronunciation
N-aw-D-I-a
Oregon
Latin
Meaning
Hope
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Species:
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Tracker
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Sub-Species:
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Aerial Tracker
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Reason why you want it:
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Her colors really strike and pop at me, as do the wings. I really would like to draw her multiple times, there for she would be an admired character, a very, very admired character. Also, if I win this tracker, it would be my first. I am also very, very, very fond of Aerial tracker dogs! When I first laid eyes on this topic, I read everything, and when I saw the sud-species, I automatically thought: "Ohh, the one with wings is so gorgeous<33333333"
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Will it be used in any kind of story?
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Yes, many actually, going along with my introduction, of course.
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Describe its personality:
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Quiet
Nadia is very quiet, the reason is because she is mute. This means she can hear what others are saying, but cannot respond in any kind of noise. She has learned how to speak with gestures of her tail which helps her speak with her master.
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Determined
Nadia may be a quiet tracker, but with every job she is assigned to, she has to finish, no matter what.
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Strong
Nadia is very strong, weather it is knowledge strength or strength its self.
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Interesting
Nadia, or known mostly as tracker 32, is very interesting to watch. Her learning pace is very out of the ordinary, so she learns faster that most.
Heroic
Nadia is very heroic, like most of the trackers. Her determinded mind always helps her save many people from their eclosed freezing death of a avalanche.
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Likes
Rain, snow, bright lights, fire flies, literate writing, the smell of home weather it is just a ambulance rescue car or her person's home or clothing.
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Dislikes
Being unsuccessful in tracking, loosing someone, the smell of death.
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Theme Song
Nicki Minaj, Moment For Life.
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Relationship status
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Single...Not intrested in a mate yet.
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Weakness
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She cannot stand the heat, but when she has to, she will.
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Strengths
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Cold weather, it is an odd thing, but she works better in colder tempertures.
Sensing from up high, she can sense bodies, and things from up high, which is an odd habit, but she can.
Favorite Color
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Light Blue
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Favorite food
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Raw Fish
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Write an introduction for your Tracker:
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A fairly large new winged tracker was thrown into a kennel with the rest at the top of a snowy mountain summit inside a building.
"We haven't gotten a aerial tracker in a while," A woman who was sitting on an office chair said to the man who had placed tracker number 32 in the kennel. "I suppose," The man went on writing her data and description. "Suppose?" The woman sounded angry, "There is a high demand for trackers I'll have you know," the woman stood up from her chair and slowly walked to the man. "She is mute," The man sighed, "She won't be good for much," The man finished the paper and set it on the desk. "Poor thing," The woman stroked the tracker's ear, "I guess there isn't much we can do, anyways, its closing time," The kennels all darkened when the woman switched the light off. Tracker 32 cornered herself in the kennel and drifted to sleep.



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Morning came fast. The grey clouds covered the sun from shining into the kennels. Tracker 32 emerged from the small blanket that managed to cover most of her grey body. The woman and man from last night walked inside. The woman greeted tracker 32 with a small piece of ham. "What did you just give her?" The man asked in a concerned voice. "Ham, it's not like it's going to hurt her," The woman rolled her eyes and retried to her office chair. "Okay, I guess," The man sighed and took a seat at the other desk across the room. The room was silent except for the constant ticking of computer keys. Then finally the typing was broken by the sound of the bell on the door rang a jolly welcome for a man in a blue ranger uniform. The man quickly caught tracker 32's attention. "Welcome," The woman at the desk pushed herself from her seemingly comfortable chair. "What do you need?" The woman continued in a helpful tone. "I'm in need of a loyal tracker dog, and my partner told me you have an aerial tracker," The ranger stuck his hands into his pockets. The man that was at the other side of the room stood up. "Yes, we do, but she's mute," He folded his arms. "So she's mute? Who cares? Her tracking is still top notch," The woman argued with the man. The ranger looked at both. "Well if she can track, I'll take her," He smiled and looked at tracker 32. The man sighed and unlocked the cage. "Here you go," The man handed the ranger tracker 32. "Nadia, I'll name her Nadia" The ranger held the tracker close, for she wasn't full grown, yet.



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The ranger left the building at the top of the summit in a big hurry. He set Nadia carefully in the passenger seat. "The others will just adore you," The man said softly and her put the key in ignition. Nadia looked up at her new master, this was definitely going to take some time. The ranger reached to pet Nadia. Surprisingly she didn't pull away, she was too tired to pull away. "What a sweet little tracker," He mumbled quietly. The drive was very long, the ranger station was on top the other summit. The whole time Nadia slept, and the ranger known as Chris admired her colors that reminded him of Las Vegas.

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Chris' truck pulled up to the station. He woke the very tired tracker with a simpled poke of his finger. "Come on, we're here," His words were soft and comfortable. Tracker 32 slowly opened her eyes. The new surroundings surprised her. The tracker stood up and hopped out, following christ inside the building. When the two entered the were greeted by many other rangers. "You found an aerial?" One of the rangers sounded very surprised. "Impressive!" The ranger continued. Soon the group crowded the tracker. "Very gorgeous!" "Yes indeed," "What did you name her?" Questions and comments filled Tracker 32's ear. Chris stood calmly by the door, hanging up his coat. "Her name is Nadia, but she responds to tracker 32," He answered quickly. The tracker turned to her master, hearing her field name. "She's perfect for the job," A ranger commented. Perfect for what job? the tracker finally began to think. "Isn't she?" Chris laughed. "She just needs to be trained," He sighed. "Well lets begin!" The rangers stood up and zipped up their coats.

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Tracker 32 was nervous. Who were these people? What did they want? Thoughts buzzed in her head. Chris walked into the room with many odd things. He held up a remote looking thing and showed it to who he called, Nadia. His index finger slipped onto the power button. An agonizing high pitched noise that only the tracker could hear sounded. She rolled to her back and her mouth motioned a furious silent growl. "Hear that Nadia? Its a victim's noise," Chris said. Victim noise? the tracker asked in her head. "When you hear this, its a sign that a person is still alive, we are training you to become a avalanche rescue tracker," Chris pointed to his badge. "When you're done training, and accomplished, you'll earn one of these," He said. The female tracker completely understood him. Her tail swayed. Eager to learn.



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Tracker 32 was a hard one to train. She rarely answered to her ranger name, but often to her field name. She completely understood each word coming from the human lips, but they weren't sure if she really did. "Do you understand?" A ranger would ask but Tracker 32 would stand still, looking at them. "What are we going to do with this mute tracker?" A ranger whined to Chris. "We've tried to teach her sign language, but it just won't work!" Meetings were often held with this problem. "All she has is wings, a tail, and eager claws," Chris explained. "She isn't like people, but like, aha," Chris smirked and scurried off to his office, where he would jott up plans for the tracker's language.

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The language took many days. The poor ranger tracker hadn't seen her master in almost a week. She was desperate. Chris still sat in his office, day by day, hour by hour, writing and thinking ideas for the language, then finally, on a cold December second, the plans were finished. Chris strutted out of his office, holding the language. He quickly called a meeting. "Here I have a unique tracker language, for track- I mean Nadia," Chris displayed each slide with care. "Will it work?" A question bubbled from the audience. "There is only one way to find out." Chris replied, taking the slides to the training room. There stood Tracker 32. Her tailed failed with joy. "Nadia!" Chris exclaimed and hugged the tracker's delicate neck. He pulled away when her multi-colored tongue slipped into his ear. "Here I have a language," He explained to the knowledgeable tracker. Tracker 32 looked at each slide with detail, studying each picture and effect.

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It took a month for the tracker to finally understand the language. Just in time for avalanche season. The tracker would be spoken to, and soon enough she would reply with a twitch of the nose, or a flick of the wing. "She's ready," Chris' partner whispered into his ear. "I know," Chris couldn't help but smile. He pinned her badge carefully on her wing, where it belonged. The tracker eagerly licked her master, her first mission, complete.

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As the days went on, The tracker grew closer, and closer to who she grew to know as Chris. She was much like a dog to an owner to him now. It seemed as if you'd never see a tracker so close to someone, but of course this was the group's first tracker. Admiration was always warming up the room with the name Nadia. The tracker would never know what she looked like, or why the group praised her so called beauty. She was here to track, nothing less, maybe more.

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"Pack up the car! Hurry!" Chris came into the room powerfully, and worried. "What why?" a ranger quickly stood up and asked chris. "Avanlanche! Common! We only have an hour to find victums! Hurry!" Chris ran around the room, gathering boxs, and kits. Tracker 32 lie down sleeping in her bed, underneath chris' desk. "Nadia!" A ranger shook the tracker awake. "Common girl," The tracker stood up, ears lying flat wondering what in heavens was going on. The group ran to the truck, and quickly pulled away from base. The sirens sounded on the truck as they speeded along the road that was inch by inch getting covered by the thick snow. The cold temperatures sent chills down Nadia's spine.

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After five minuets of reckless driving on the canyon road, the crew arrvied to the scene that was filled with cops and ambulances. Chris hoped out and jogged to a police officer. "Any evedance?" He asked. The police officar pulled out a scarf. "Only this." He replied. Chris grabbed the scarf "Perfect," he ran off to nadia. "Smell this," He dictaded. The tracker did so and lifted her nose trying to find the scent. The snow was thick, and the smell was no where near them. The tracker darted off, running quickl, her wings flapping as she did so. Soon she was gliding and smelling.

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The crew stayed at the bottom of the moutain, worring. "We better start driving up to see if she found anything," With that the group all buckled their seatbelts and drove up the canyon. "See anything?" Chris asked as he steered. "No, no-, wait, I see her!" A ranger answered. Chris turned the wheel with such power in the sirrection of the tracker. He parked it carelessly and jumped out. "Nadia!" He called. The tracker quickly dug through the thick cement-like snow. She pulled up the skier, who looked nearly dead. "Is he dead?" A ranger asked very obnoctiously. The tracker looked up, with a sad kind of look on her face. She pressed her face to the victum. She barked a silent bark. "No," Chris said to the rangers, "He's no, pack him up!" The crew grabbed what seemed to be a 20 year old man and put him into the truck, wrapping him with blankets.

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The truck drove down just as recklessly as when they drove up the moutain. The police and ambulance lights still flashed quickly. "Look!" a ploice man called, pointing to the ranger truck. The tracker lie down closly to the man they had saved from his snowwy death. "You did it chris," The police said as chris got out of his truck. "No, this beautiful tracker here did," He pet nadia's head with love. The police man smiled. "She's a hero!" He exclaimed. The tracker's tail quickly swayed.

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The man was pulled out of the truck, and was put into an ambulance. Tracker 32 stood close to the men putting him in the ambulance. "It's ok girl," The man patted Nadia's head. Nadia watched the ambulance quickly driving away, it's lights flaring and lighting the night sky. Mission compleated.


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[eternalglitch]

Tracker Dog Application Series 10

Username:

Wolves Run Free

Tracker Dog you want:

Tracker Dog #32 | Available until March 27
Gender: Female
This Tracker has been designed for a similar purpose as #31, though she only spots injured people from above to alert paramedics. When she has found someone, she'll circle above the person, her bright white and glowing markings signaling for help. She's not necessarily linked to the medical field and can do her job for others too. She's fast, strong and fairly large, and can easily carry a person (as long as they're not too badly injured) on her back in tight situations. She's slightly larger than a Big Dane, though has the same gentle nature.

Name you'll give it:

Harthan

Reason why you want it:

Who would not want a Tracker dog? They are amazing creatures, not looking much different than a normal dog.. yet what makes them so appealing? They are smart and amazing! There designs are original, and almost always look great. The different varieties make them never boring or dull, even if it IS the same base. This certain Tracker Dog looks so original and fits me perfectly. The colors green and blue also happen to be my favorite!

Will it be used in any kind of story?

Describe its personality:


Write an introduction for your Tracker:

[mi ainsel]

Ooh it's Imako! Sweet drawing, Loco Lobo!

This form has the base of my old form, but fear not, I changed most of it to suit the gorgeousness of number 32.

Tracker Dog Application Series 10

Username:

~Mello~

Tracker Dog you want:

#32

Name you'll give it:

Soreya [meaning the stray arrow in japanese]

Reason why you want it:

I've always wanted an aerial, but their designs never appealed to me. 32 is different. I love her colours and the facts that she can carry people on her back, it certainly helps the escape scene! About three rounds ago, I had the idea of a tracker who works with a criminal, rather than helps catch them, so I created a human girl named Amaya of the Darkness. I didn't win the traker I wanted, and I hadn't found a tracker I connected with. Number 32 is beautifully designed, I love the greys and black, which make her seem like a normal dog, coupled with that beautiful translucent blue and pale green. It's a amazing contrast, and kind of reminds me of the neon of shop signs in the city at night. That's why I based her in a city. The name Soreya, which I've fallen in love with, suits an aerial because of it's arrow/flight-based meaning. Not to mention the fact that Amaya and Soreya sound so cool together, and Soreya is close to Freya... hehehehe... I think everything about her could be deceptive, from her design, to her purpose...

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 and determined to beat the system. She was designed to help humans? Well, she might just hurt them. 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, reds, green and blue for contrast.
Blood red, calm blue.
They seriously need to rethink the colours of danger.

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 and my infrared showed bright red, stretching around me in a wide circle.
"Tracker number 1313." A voice announced. Tasting the air and staring around with my infrared optics, I determined they were a very bored human female.
Footsteps and sudden movement on my left side. She was coming towards me. Was she in league with the other Trackers? I growled, shuffling my paws as I gathered my hindquarters under me, ready to spring. She came closer, peering at me. I tucked my wings tight against my flanks hiding them from view.
"Sub-species: ..."
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. My wings instinctively opened and I glided to the floor
"Sub-species: Aerial Tracker."
Field name: Kasen, the Fire Arrow."

Turning it off, she beamed down at me.
"An Aerial? Now aren't you a little gem?!"

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, a stealth tracker named Remnant on his way to another mission. He'd growled at me a few times, 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 running 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 and leapt into the air, unfurling my huge wings.
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, hurtling past my sensors and landing in a cat-like crouch. I stared, incredilous. No-one 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 dive down 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 markings glow with a 'help' light,
My heart is far from pure and white.

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 bullets. She's clutching her left wrist, holding it tight to her body. Suddenly she's just another 17 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." She paused, then added. "And can talk."
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.
"Shan't do, Soreya." Amaya hisses, staying standing, glaring defiantly at the policemen.

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 race towards Amaya, who vaults on to my back, and, though it's a strain getting into the air, I take off, flying low, but far away, vanishing into the shadows of the city..

Tracker
Romara groaned in pain and frustration, getting to her feet and pulling out a phone.
"Agent Saphiri? This is Agent Romara. You have that super-spy-detective tracker, correct?"
On the other end of the phone, a policewoman frowns.
"Yes, Peridot. What do you need us for?"
"Scratch that, you have two, right? Bring both."
Saphiri sounded doubtful. "Kurono as well? She's an aquatic, not a land based."
"I don't care, she'll do. Can they both track airborn tracker dogs and serial killers with almost supernatural skills?"
Saphiri grinned. "Be with you in seconds."

The green tracker by the name of Peridot and a rather confused black and grey aquatic, Kurono, prowled the streets, glowing green and white optics lighting the alleyways. They were under orders to find and capture, if not kill, a young human and a rogue aerial tracker. Easy.

Death
Trackers are supposed to catch criminals, but I work with one. I AM one.
I was created to help, I prefer to hurt.
My markings glow to guide people, but instead they warn them.
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 uncurl my claws and push off from the rooftop, diving down towards where Amaya stands and snarling with anger. I flare my wings, landing directly in front of the man.

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, Soreya. Dispose of it."
The man looked up at her, terrified. She smiled again.
"Amaya of the Darkness doesn't appreciate threats, Mr Gray."
At the sound of his name, the man's eyes widened.
Amaya gave one command, and laughed as blood stained her black lolita dress.

An angry growl split the silence. I swivelled on one back leg, rearing in a horse-like way as I came face to face with an angry Tracker.

It, a normal female with glowing green optics, snarled again and went to talk into her radio. Instantly, I went on the attack; shaking the blood from my fur as I darted straight for the female. She swiped at me with her two clawed forepaw and I growled, determined to eliminate this threat. Behind me. Amaya looked on in horror, backing away.
"SOREYA!" She screamed, noticing what I had not; the younger, aquatic tracker, hiding in the shadows as it talked into it's radio, then sprung.

The first warning I recognised was when something rammed into me a a tremendous speed. My wings jolted open, flapping feebly as I was sent flying through the air in a very different way than I was used to, then I slammed into the floor. As my vision faded, I saw the two dogs surround Amaya.

Sirens and blue lights, then blackness.

Amaya's POV

I had screamed when the black tracker had leapt, but Soreya had not heard. Now she lay crumpled on the floor, while I looked on it horror - and surrounded by heavily armed police.
Burning rage filled me; How dare they hurt her?

Though I didn't prefer them, I did have a gun, a 9mm Beretta 92, my all time favorite weapon. Pulling the pistol from it's holster round my waist, I bared my sharply pointed teeth and perfrmed a neat forward flip over the heads of the two trackers. By the time I hit the ground, I was already moving towards Soreya, easily dodging the police's bullets whilst firing a few of my own. The same number of people went down as shots I had fired, but they would live; I hadn't hit anything vital. Reaching my Tracker, I turned to see a policewoman with dark green hairand eyes the same colour as the green tracker's optics order someone to approach. My grey eye gleamed just as scarlet as the other as I shot the approaching person and hissed at the woman - Saphiri. She stepped back in fright, and I half carried, half dragged Soreya into the shadows before anyone could see to follow.

Away from the police, Soreya stirred.
"Well, that was fun." She commented dryly. "Remind me to do it again more often."
She got to her feet, completely fine, and Amaya laughed with relief, hugging her and vaulting onto her back like the last time they'd escaped the police. Soreya literally leapt into the air, and as they flew over the city, back to the building they called home, both Tracker and Killer were smiling.

Picture I drew:



There's probably more art to come, but otherwise, fini.

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!

[Desmond]

I have ideas for number 30, but they're not related to story ideas. xD They're just personal ones, like when my house burned down, and everyone thought that I had died.

However, as much as I connect with him, I don't think I'll be going for him. He doesn't fit my Facility storyline very well at all, and I was hoping all the ones I'd end up getting would be in that general area. </3 Best of luck to everyone going for him, though!

[Bartimaeus]

Removed.

~Barty
I LOVE YOU ARISU!

[red fox.]

Wow Mello! I abseloutly love your story...

[Offended Cockatiel]

Who won #28?

[DoctorDraca]

Who won #28?

Lolsaya did.