Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[DoctorDraca]

You're allowed to apply for her, yes. (:

[Hollywood Undead]

I'll defineatly apply for her ^^ Iv'e always LOVED Natural colored designs :3 As soon as I saw her a story formed in my head^^

To reduce spam I'll probably just edit this post with my form, if thats alright with you

[Queen Vivane]

Tracker Dog Application Series 12

Username: Demon-Dragoness

Tracker Dog you want: 38

Name you'll give it: Szectis

Reason why you want it: He looks just a german shepard, his natural colouring caught my eye, he is just fabulous and I love him. I clicked instantly with this fellow, while he may not be my dream tracker I still find myself feeling quite fond of him. I need him like a peanutbutter sandwich needs jam

I would like to add him to a story he would be the companion to a young woman named Amanthae, I think Amanthae would be perfect to help Szectis sharpen his skills as an aerial tracker. Szectis would be brillant to help Amanthae blossom into the wonderful young woman she knows she could be, she just isnt confident enough to do something about it.

Will it be used in any kind of story? Of Course
Describe its personality:

Introverted

Quiet and shy, especially when around someone new, this boy takes awhile to warm up to people. Though he appears scary to one who has never seen a tracker dog before, he's more like a shy little puppy inside. It takes quite some time to break through his shy exterior into the warmth underneath, but those who are patient can earn themselves a true lifelong friend.

Easily Distracted

He finds it very hard to concentrate on anything for too long, it takes something really interesting to keep him concentrating on whatever he is doing. Birds dont help at all with his bad concentration skills, whenever he sees a bird he has to chase after it as fast as he can, he does enjoy the chasing of birds as if catches one he will fly up the nearest tree and crunch up the bird.

Gentle

Some say he would mourn if he hurt a fly. He is a big lover, and would never intentionally hurt anyone. If he tackled you it would be soft and just light enough so he wouldn't topple you over. He seems to have a knack for judging how much a person can handle.

Snuggly

He loves to snuggle. He has to know you well first, but once he does he will always seem to be there with a snuggle, especially when you need one. You will often find him nuzzling you just because he is happy to be with you. He loves having someone to curl up and sleep with, and he doesn't mind at all being used as a pillow he will even let his partner use him as a pillow. He likes to try to and crawl onto his partners leg so he can be warm and comfy.

Loyal

You could say he has never heard of the idea of betrayal. He will always remain loyal to those he has given his love to. The only way anyone could separate him from his partner, is if he was removed by force, he was killed or crippled, or if his partner suddenly had a change of intentions. He does not see this as being disloyal because if a good person swings towards evil he sees them as unfit partner for him.

Join me in reading this story. This is the story of Szectis, an aerial tracker dog join him as he makes a new friend and see what becomes of her when she needs him most

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Missing
A young aerial tracker dog
Answers to the name of Szectis
Likes: chasing birds, eating birds, birds, chasing cats, cats, dogs, bats, horses, pretending to be a sheepdog and herding sheep
Dislikes: Water, vegetables, bland mushy dog food, super loud music, cars,
Where he might be found: The park as there lots of birds to chase, a local riding stables as he loves horses, a farm if it has chickens or sheep,
Looks:

"Szectis" a voice yelled as a winged german shepard? Shot past me, "sorry" a guy yelled as he dashed after the winged german shepard, well I think thats what it was. I skated off after them both the wheels on my skates spinning faster and the wind whipped through my midnight blue hair as I increased my speed, I easily leapt over a small skateboard jump someone had left out.

I skidded to a halt in front of a small local stables just outside the busy town, I swapped my skates for my yard boots and almost jumped out of my skin as the winged dog from before landed neatly in front of me. It appeared he had been hiding in the tree as there were a few leaves in his fur and caught on his claws, he cocked his head to one side and barked softly.

His wings were very interesting as instead of being feathered they were more like what a dragons wings would look like, long thick hollow bones covered with muscle and fur with thin membranes between each bone. The membranes were transparent they started off a burnt orange colour and faded to a beautiful sky blue, "your amazing" I breathed my eyes never leaving his face.

His tail wagged slowly as he padded forward, he stopped just in front of me and held up a paw I reached out and took his paw into my hand there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. He seemed to want me trust him, his body language seemed to scream that he was not a threat to me, them moment his paw met my hand I felt a deep connection with him.

He was amazing, I knew not what he really was but I would learn and together we would grow and maybe just maybe one day, we would be able to do some good for the city. His ears pricked as a chicken scratched the ground nearby, he crouched and sprang at it barking excitedly.

The chicken flapped in alarm and ran off as fast as its little bird legs could take it, I was practically crying with laughter as the chicken ran around Szectis chased after it barking excitedly. I was absorbed in the sight of Szectis chasing that poor chicken I didnt notice someone stood beside me until I had calmed down, "Is that your aerial tracker running after that poor chicken?" A voice asked I shook my head "nah he's not mine wish he was though" I said tucking a strand of hair behind one ear.

I shrugged picked up my skates and walked up the yards' drive, placing my skates in the office I went to see to see my horse Illusion, she stuck her head out of her stall door and whinned with delight when she saw me walking toward the stalls. I smiled and unpacked my grooming kit, after giving Illusion a nice groom, I tacked her up and led her out onto the yard where I sorted my stirrups and tightend her girth.

I mounted her and with a quick nudge she set off at a brisk walk, we were long into our hack when we came to the cliffs that overlooked the city. Illusion snorted in fear as a lone wolf snapped at a her legs, she reared and I came off and rolled off of the cliff, luckily I managed to hang on my fingers digging into the cliff. If you call he will come to your aid a voice whispered in my mind "Szectis help me!"I screamed as my left hand lost its grip, I cried. There was no hope for me now, as my right hand slipped I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, I waited for the horrible death that awaited me.

When I felt no bone breaking fall I opened my eyes and found myself sat astride Szectis as he soared through the air, he landed neatly on safe ground and I got off his back . "You saved my life, for that I am eternally grateful" I whispered in his ear, I gently kissed his nose and I could have sworn I saw him blush.

Im finally finished ^-^

[pancreas]

Tracker Dog Application Series 12
Username:
Nightingale~
Tracker Dog you want:
At the top of post~
Name you'll give it:
Aine
Nickname(s):
Aii
Tracker #36
Name meaning:
It is of Celtic origin, and means 'Dreamlike/beautiful faery queen'. Although she is neither faery or a queen, I thought the name suited her.
Reason why you want it:
Ohmigosh, she is absolutely adorable! As soon as I saw her, I made the decision that I wanted to try for her. I've been stalking this thread for a while, but although all of the Trackers are so beautiful, none of them really 'struck the right chord' with me. Aine, however, is different. I mean, what isn't there to like? I love her natural markings, and her black legs~ Also, I love the fact that she is a playful personality, so she would fit in well with my other characters. ^ w ^
Will it be used in any kind of story?
Mhm. I have been meaning to start a story involving all my characters for a while, but have been putting it off due to school/other commitments. Aine would definitely provide me with the energy boost I need to get that show on the road!
Skills:
Stealth - Aine is a small Tracker, so she finds it easier to keep herself hidden. Also, she is usually completely silent during missions assigned to her, so she can watch and follow without being seen.
Speed - She is a fast Tracker, her longs legs can carry her long distances at a reasonable speed. However, if she concentrates her speed into one burst, - which is useful when taking chase - she cannot keep the pace up for as long, but she can move extremely fast.
Loyalty - She will understand and listen to her owner, even if they are asking her to do something that normally she wouldn't enjoy.
Endurance - If she keeps up a steady, regular pace, Aine can continue to run for long distances, and she does not usually give up until she has accomplished her mission.
Weaknesses:
Easily distracted - Especially during training sessions. During a real mission, she usually stays completely focused, but when she is being taught something, she has a reputation for going off into dream-land.
Playfulness - This isn't really a weakness, more of a hindrance, again during training. She seems to prefer chasing sticks and chasing her tail than learning a new skill.
Dark - She isn't really fond of staying outside after nightfall - whether she's in a mission or not.
Describe its personality:
WIP~ Personalities kill me. ._.'
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Wipywipywipy~ :'D

[-Obsidian]

Tracker Dog Application Series 12

Username:

Bluestar123

Tracker Dog you want:

37#

Name you'll give it:

"Kira" - Meaning "Dark Lady", origaniting from Ireland

Reason why you want it:

Oh, how can words describe lust for something like thus?

First of all... as you've described her, she's like a me - fiesty, active, tough, proud and may i even say, headstrong? And i'm not a fan of designms which are 'fantastically-sparlkle-covered-neon-blinding' designs - i much prefer feral, natrual designs like Kira's. Her markings are quite unique and entising and, and....capturing. I mean, i was scrolling at speed down the page in excitment to see this gorgeouse new series, and my eyes were instantly fixed on her from first glance. Woah, this is like a love story - well, it pretty much is.... honestly, i never thought i'd fall for pixels, lol! Anyway, i partculaly like the dark stripey shapes on her flank - it's a nice touch and adds to the wild effect i think.

I wish i could just pull my dear Kira out of my laptop screen and keep - she's that special. Funny thing is, i've previewed my form a minute ago and i every five seconds i'm scrolling up to take a quick glance at her, as i literally can't stop looking at her... oh i'm so sad 0.0! But i must keep this argument balanced musn't i? So the not so good things about her...urr....umm...well if i had to be honest, the only thing i'd change is maybe a dark stripe on her two front legs, but that dosen't matter really. Apart from that i can't fault a thing about her. If she had a theme tune (which i'll probaly add to this form anyway...), it would be "Just the way you are" by Bruno Mars, as she is completely amazing...

So i've only saw about fifteen minutes ago, and if she were real, our bond would be un-breakable my now - trust me. I can't really express this any more...i just really hope you see what i mean. Thanks.

Will it be used in any kind of story?

Defiently ;)

Describe its personality:

Tough and casual
Inside and outside, Kira is like a rock. Though yes, she has heart, the emotions she displays are mostly very blunt and Resentful. Most of the time she is on missions, seeing she is highly trained and very useful, but dosen't hesitate to to do it with swagger and as casually as she cares. It's like she controls time - if Kira wants a quick snack before hand, she puts the scene on hold before straunting off to help. This also makes her quite care-free and wild, which i'll explain later. In her free time, it's hanging about with her head so high it blocks out the sun. But anything you dare through at her will not come with-out blow back, normally of the tounge varity, as she dosen't bother usually to lay claw and tooth or the matter - she's far too respectful for that, which brings us to the next thing....

Self-respectful and Dominant
Don't even bother trying to start a fight or ask little miss Kira for help - she's got no care for your needs, or opions, and should you try physical force on her, she'd push you to one side with one paw. She phsically very strong and her calm, critical nature makes it easy for her to put your own anger and emotions against you. It's not an easy thing to master the art of, but if you do have it, dear Kira might have a run for her money!
She's also very dominiring, and won't stop 'til she's at the top. As you probaly thought, very few challenge her of this place, but those who do never again, trust me now...So Kira is a non-violent queen right? Ummm, let's learn more of her then:

Judgeful and fair
Kira is actually quite a quiet tracker. Normally she keeps to herself and is sarcastic and rude to those who talk to her. But she has a reason for it - she judges people. She judges you by your actions, vioce tone and even what you are wearing. There are many rumors about her, like she can read and control minds - but she can't, it's just immature supstetions which Kira takes with disgust and pity for those who are low enough to think such things. But she isn't biast at all - she will judge all things by their heart and mind, and how pure they are. So though she is mean to most, those few who are true in themselves are ones she actually respects - and that's an emotion that barely comes with her.

Caring and head-strong
And just when you thought her an evil, old witch - BAM!! - you kind this Kira is almost caring?!!?! Well yes, deep, deep in her heart, she is very careing. Maybe not so much with people and other trackers, but to the rest of nature, and she loves the wild like the wild loves her. And boy, does she know it! It's possibly the need to not betray this streak in her that makes her so shadowed - and gives her name's meaning "dark lady". She is natrualy head-strong too - a born leader. In a kind of a good way though...

Tough, casual, self-respectful, dominant, judgeful, fair, caring and head-strong... this is who Kira is, and i can't change this. So maybe she is sarcastic and deadly and ignorant, but see the light of her too, my friends - as dosen't everybody have a white veil, with a black dress...?

Anyway, apart from the personality, i thinks it's high time we learnt more of dear Kira - like her favourite food, hobbies and all that. Ready?:

Species:
Tracker dog

Sub-species:
Wild tracker

Latin name:
savvaļas tracker

Family:
Unclassified

Name:
Kira

Prononciation:
Keer-a

Meaning:
"Dark Lady"

Gender:
Female

Age:
unknown (but believed to be quite young)

Mate:
None

Offspring:
None

Occupation:
Highly trained tracker - works in rural areas, including mountainal areas

Distinct features:
Pale gold markings on flanks, legs, tail, neck and brow

Hobbies:
climbing, hunting, map work and reading through training timetables - she enjoys seeing what the younger generation of trackers are doing, and map reading helps her navigate over remote terrain. She will hunt often at night. She also has a skill of stealing things like papers and things of intrest (but never anything expensive)

Favourite foods:
Fresh meat and she has a slightly gourment tongue and likes the occasionaly human restruant left-overs

Likes:
Windy and cold weather, rain, music, being alone, hearing her own voice (!), poems, nature, art and she quite likes little everday objects - likes rubbers, compasses, paper ect. - for some odd reason...

Dislikes:
Hot weather, loud noises, noisy or large crowds, things that are better than her, most other trackers or humans

Strengths:
Fast and stronger than most trackers, able to climb sheer faces of rock ect., willful, intelligent and a fast-learner

Weaknesses:
Easily-frustrated, can over-heat quickly, has long depressions sometimes, short-temper, she can be dazed or confused by high-pitched noises.

Theme tune:
"Just the way you are" by Bruno Mars

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Kira growled slowly as leapt a void in her path. She landed with well-practiced perfection on the other side, with a gentle 'thump'. It was early morning and she'd been hunting down some apparent drug-dealer, who'd crept off to a village below a mountain pass not far from her current position. As always, she knew not much of this petty human offence - or too her mind, 'petty', at least - all she had was a scent and been shown an example of what he'd was hopefully wearing, (at which she'd yawned lesurily, in no mood for a lecture. She "glanced" up at the helicopter, circling above her and sighed. She felt a warm day coming on, and anything too hot and she'd over heat and be off-work for a day or so before she recovered.
"At least there's plenty of caves to shelter in," She muttered and bounded with ease from crack to crack. It wasn't long 'til she was standing on a wide ledge high up, surveying the little specks of the village far below. She circled round a few times on the ledge, signalling to the helicopter that the village was there and her work was done. It was the aerial tracker's missions to glide down from where-ever they were and finish the job. Kira waited impatiently for the little green light to clear her of her job. Her brow suddenly furled and she snarled as the light finally came. It was red. And red meant there was a problem. For this mission, she was wearing a specially-designed collar that could transmit messages from her helicopter to her, and it suddeny crackled into life...:
"Kira, can you here me?!" It asked, a man's voice on the other end.
"Yes," Came her blunt reply, "glaring" up at the machine wirling around like a dememnted fly above her.
" Good. They were going to bring the aerial tracks' over in another chopper, we had a signal a minute ago, but it's like the things just disappeared of the face of the earth. The radar can't even sense it. We need you to go down there and sort this guy out whilst we find the others. You good with that?"
"Yeah, great," She growled sarcastically. "What if i need back-up, brains?" There was silence on the other side of the line, only interupted by the occasionaly crackle.
"Kira, there's something wrong with our signal - it's defunctioning. I think there's a virus somewhere in here...I'm sorry - can you hear me, Kira, can you he--" he was cut short by a short beep and then a low humming noise as the signal gave out.
"No, i can't hear you," She hissed and shook her head. She turned to look back down into the village down in the valley. "So, drug-dealer human, it's just you and me now..."

Kira yelped suddenly as a loose rock loosen underneath her, her foot jolting down a little. The path she'd chosen was steep and dangerouse - even for a terrian-goddess like her. She was mostly side-sliping down the rock. The helicopter had gone whizzing off, leaving her alone. She sighed sadly and edged down the rock face a little more. Luckily for her, she was in the shadow of a nearby peak, keeping her out of the sun's burned claws. She was covered in sweat anyway, so anymore heat would send her off the edge for sure. As she scanned the tiny village far below, she realised just how stale the scent of human was. She searched through the old aroma's, looking for any fresh scent, but it's was a futile effort; she didn't find anything fresh - let alone the man's she was looking for. Her hackles bristled a little in frustration but she told herself she was probaly just to far away to decect anything special. There was still a lingering doubt in the back of her mind though as she slid a couple of yards down the rock, grazing her pads and the back's of her hind legs a little. She yolted to a stop, cut off by a little crevice in the face. Kira balanced their for a while thinking deeply. A question suddenly hit her: if the village below was deserted (as she'd guessed), why would her quarry go there? If he deals drugs, surely he'd go somewhere he can find buisseness...? She said to herself thoughtfully.
"Honestly - humans never fail to amaze me," She muttered, forgetting the weird question. it was probaly just her misunderstanding of the pitiful human mind.

Kira padded down the gentle slope near the bottom of the mountain. A few minutes ago, she'd raised her muzzle to the air and sworn she'd caught a whiff of fresh human through the stale, musty odours, though the winds had changed course before she'd had time to comfirm it. Her clever mind was concentrating hard as she leapt casually down into the dust. A few patches of grass were scattered around as she stopped and took everything in. The first structure was nothing but one and a half ways of of, chipped brick with peices of rotting wood layed about uselessly. Most of the other building weren't much more. Their were about thirty of them, bashed and broken - all except four in the middle of the mess. They looked old and a little unkept, but were intact...from the outside, anyway. Kira growled warily as she caught a flicker of shadows in one of them - on the end right. She took a step forward, just to make sure it wasn't a bird or something; but she'd already felt the presence of another intelligent mind.

Kira hesitated, unsure whether to approach or not. Though no fear betrayed her, she knew that humans had strange and dangerouse ways, and armed themselves with advanced weaponary - far more advanced than the primitive tooth and claw. She cocked her head, trying to work her mind through the building, searching for things. She could jusy scent drugs - they were hidden somewhere, as the aromar was covered up. Every instinct was telling not to approach, but she took a cautiouse step forward, baring her teeth savagly. She heard a heavily 'thud' and some scrambling. She felt the tension ease a little. She slunk forward and entered the old building.

To Kira's disgust, whoever had been there had escaped her through the back window, and as she looked out, she "saw" foot-prints in dust.
"Damn you!" She cried angrily. As she was about to follow, she suddenly noticed a small glow in the corner of the darkness. A laptop.
Kira had seen people use these, and kind of knew what it was. She bounded over, and reared up on her hind legs, supporting herself on the little table the machine was on. Kira understood most of the text on the screen, as she looked at the page. It read:

11th April 2011

Hey,
In the old village, got the following with me:

Kira skipped out the list of drugs, knowing she wouldn't understand any of it.

Got the cops and their darn tracker-what-its after me. Where are you now? I need you to meet me here as quickly as possible. I've implanted a virus into the helicopters, but there's still a tracker out there.

Gotta go quickly. And for God's sake - HURRY!!

Kira snarled loudly. Virus. She remembered what the man had said in the helicopter about some kind of virus, cutting off all their signals. That would mean they had no location guidance. She realised she needed a human to get rid of this virus. She clawed the top of the laptop down and pulled it off the table, all he plugs coming out. She got a decent grip on it and turned to run back to find the rest of the team. A low growl rose inn her throat as a shadow fell over her. It was a man - the man - and he was holding a long, metal stick, pointing it straight at her. Kira recognized the gun immediatly, having seen it many a time with criminals. But never had she had it this close though. She was about to lunge at the man and finished the job there and then, but there was a bang a sudden pain erupted in Kira's haunch. She yelped, dropping the laptop, and her legs buckled beneath her. And everything went black...

Kira woke with a wierd pain that shook her hole body. Her head was pounding and her "vision" was blurred; as her sense ecoiled with the pain. Her haunch was throbbing in particular, where the bullet had entered. She was sweating, but the persperation was cold and she realised she was shivering. For the first time in her life, she wished she was in the kind rays of the gentle sun. She lay there for about an hour, trying to remember everything. Eventually, the images came back to her - of the man with a gun and something to do with a virus. She groaned stretched, her bones clicking and flanks straining as she took a deep breath. Her senses began to come back, but they weren't nearly as sharp as normal. She "saw" she was just outside the old house, in some kind of cramped enclosure. But it wasn't long before she drifted back into a fitful sleep. The next two days she went like this: slowly remembering everything and beginning to test herself. On the third day, she felt almost normal - except for the stabbing pain in her haunch. She lifted her muzzle slowly, and then her neck. For a minute, everything whirled around before it came into focus. Kira was lying in a metal cage, to small for any comfort. She craned her neck to look at the top of her leg, and saw a deep, red wound, crusted in dark blood. She whimpered and scrutinized as best as she could. The bullet hadn't gone far. She knew she had to get it out before the wound got infected. She braced herself drove her jaws towards it. Her front canines entered the gouge and she felt the little hard thing between two teeth. She janked it up, whimpering as the pain reached its climax. The wound was slightly bigger now, and weeping with hot, sticky blood. She licked in tentitevly, growling a little. The pain began to dull a little and Kira sighed, longing to be out of the strange cage. She pressed her muzzle against the bars and - not knowing who she was talking too - said silently:

"Please come to me - i need you"...

It was a odd sensation 16 year-old Holly was feeling as she treked lesiury over the low foot-paths of the mountains... it was like their was some invicable force guiding her somewhere, as if her feet no longer belonged to her. She sighed warily stopped to look at her map. She was about half an hour away from the valley she was looking for. There were dark rumors of it being a deserted ghost town, but she'd laughed when she'd heard it ran off to find the old place. She took a sip of water and carried on walking whilst redoing to long, black hair in a new pony-tail.

It was late afternoon as she clambered over a miss-placed boulder and gazed out at the little, deserted village. She could kind of see why people thought there were ghosts here: the houses were decaying and shattered, filling the place with dark shadows and lots of big holes were something Holly's size could hide. As she turned her head, something glinting caught her eye. She coulodn't quite make it out but she could hear an animal. Uncertain of what she'd find, she walked tentitivly forward. Her first thoughts were 'mountain lion' as she inspected Kira's dozing body from a distance. She could see the powerful muscels between the cage bars and took a step back warily. She clicked her tongue, trying to get the animal's attention. There was a snarl and the animal swung its head round. Holly browed furled as she realised it was not a mountain lion, but some kind of canine. She edged forward trying to make it out.
"You, you..." She trailed off, blinking in surprise. "You're a tracker dog?!"

Kira growled at the sight of the young human, gauping at her. She was still wearing her transmition collar, if only she could turn it on, her growls and snarls would be understandable. She pawed at the collar, her pads slipping over the button. In frustration, she threw her neck against the bars of the cage. She heard a little click and a distant humming.
"Why look," She growled, feeling satisfied with the look of amazment and almost fear on the human's face. "Another human. I suppose i'll have to hunt you down two when i get out of here," There was along pause before the girl finbally spoke.
"You can speak?" She asked.
"Well done," Kira replied with a grim expression.
"But i don't understand, why are you in a cage?" Kira rolled her eyes.
"Because your human friend shot me and put me in this hell-hole!" The girl's eyes were filled with confusion.
"What? What do you mean my "human friend"?"
"Look, don't play dumb on me, girl, the drug dealer. You work for him, don't you. I saw the letter on the laptop, telling you too hurry here. I'm not a stupid little puppy you know!" She was furiouse that she couldn't just tear out the girl and the man's throat out right now.
"No, i was just going for a walk over the mountians, looking for this place. I didn't know there was anyone here. Let me get you out of there," The girl took a step forward, but stopped dead at the sound of a deep voice.
"You will do no such thing," The man was there. He had a heavy bag slung over his back, and holding his gun, pointing it right at the girl's out-stretched arm. Kira cocked her head in confusion as she bared her teeth at the man. If this girl worked for the guy, surely he wouldn't be threanting to shoot her? 'No, this is all just acting to confuse me!' She thought angrily, crouching as if she was about to spring forward in the cage.
"Stop messing with me, you too. You work for each other - i know that much. And you," She said, glaring at theman, who didn't look too surprised of the fact she could speak. "You implated a virus in our helicopters, making them loose their signal and co-orinates. You shot me and stuffed me in a cage, and now your friend is playing games," She shook her head. "I despair for the human race,"
"Your wrong, beast," The man growled huskily. "The lass is trespassing here, she's not with me," Kira "looked" up, her ears laid back and tail twitching in annoyance.
"Prove it," The man nodded and his finger glided over the trigger. There was a blood-chilling BANG! And the girl squealed in pain, clutching her arm. Kira watched in confusion and grim disgust as scarlet blood dripped like a little waterfall to the floor.
"Well," Kira muttered disapprovily. "I guess your point is proved," But the man was already fleeing away from the scene.

Holly gasped in pain as she clutched her arm. There were tears in her eye as she knelt down. Unlike a tracker dog's, her body was delicate and the skin thin and easy peirced. The bullet had skimmed the top of her limb, gouging a little trench to mark its path. She sucked at it, then spat out the blood. Her rucksack had been thrown towards the tracker dog's cage, right next to the bars. Holly glared at the animal warily. She crawled forward on her knees and good arm, hanging the other limply. The tracker growled warningly as she got within a few feet of the cage.
"What do you want, human?" She asked quietly.
"Look, will you stop calling me human?" the tracker shrugged.
"If i knew what to adress you by, then maybe. But at least call me me name - Kira,"
"Okay, Kira," Holly murmered. "I'll call you Kira, if you call me Holly," Kira grunted in reply.

Kira was thinking quickly as she watched Holly's nervouse hand out-stretching towards her bag. She had to get out this cage before she died of frustration.
"Okay, Holly, are you going to let me out of here or what?" Holly looked up sharply, stopping in her actions.
"Well, Kira," She snapped scornfully. "You did kinda provoke that guy to shoot me. And, i'm sorry, but it's not my fault - or my problem for that matter - that you're in there, and i don't want any more to do with this thing. Sorry, see ya, Kira, i'm going to get my arm treated to," She sniffed and snatch out at her bag. But Kira had anticapted it, guessing that she needed it. Her lighting quick-reflexes came to her aid, and her muzzle shot forward, just wedging it between the bars and grabbing bag, leaving Holly's hand to grip dust. She gasped in surprize. Kira smiled in satisfaction as it took a while for the girl to realise she'd been out-smarted by a canine.
"Give, me, the bag. Now," She said through gritted teeth. "I need it, Kira,"
"And i need to get out of here," Kira replied, resting her jaws on the bag and yawning widely.
"Ki-ra!" Holly cried in desperation.
"Holl-y!" Kira cried quietly back, immitating the girl's high-pitched voice.
"Look, my arm hurts,"
"Your point isn't exacting getting through to me," Kira said bluntly with a smirk.
"Alright, you win, tracker," Holly clambered round the other side of the cage and examined the lock.
"It's only a few bolts," She said, undoing them. The door swung open. Kira leapt out, her legs stiff. She limped around, getting her three working legs back to a better order. She had Holly's back in her jaws.
"Urr, bag please?" She reminded the happy hound.
"Meh," Kira grumbled and dropped the bag. There was along pause before Kira suddenly stopped and pricked her ears.
"What is it?" Holly asked.
"It's them - the rest of the team. I can hear the helicopters coming - they're close!"
"You mean we're - i mean you're safe?" Holly asked, dropping her gaze.
"What do you mean about just me being safe?" Kira turned her head, "gazing" at the girl.
"I'm not a tracker dog or a trainer of anyone who works with you, am i? So why would they help me?" Kira sighed.
"Honestly Holly, you're injured. Even if you weren't, we'd get you to safety. Oh, and you know..." She trailed off for a while. "They're looking for young people to train to work with us. You never know, they might interview you," She growled, smiling a little.
"You think i can work with you and other trackers?!" Cried Holly, her big, intelligent eyes brightening. The helicopters were just coming into sight over the nearest peaks.
"We see, dear friend, we'll see..."

:)

[Zax]

I think I will try for one of these actually..

[OneRowdyNight]

Tracker Dog Application Series 12
Username:
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Tracker Dog you want:
Tracker Dog #38 | Available until April 15

▶ Basic Information and Favorite Things ◀
Name you'll give it:
Wehali
Name Pronounciation:
Wee-Hah-Lee
Nicknames:
Wee
Hale
Hali
38
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Reasoning Behind Name:
Wehali means Eagle in Cherokee and, upon hearing his descrption, thought it would be highly appropriate, considering his love of birds and coloration. In the story below, Eagles are honored in the highest, as are the ones who bear their feathers. I believe he should be honored. His design is most lovely.
Story Behind Name:

When the world was new, the Creator made all the birds. He colored their feathers like a bouquet of flowers. The Creator then gave each a distinct song to sing. The Creator instructed the birds to greet each new day with a chorus of their songs. Of all the birds, our Creator chose the Eagle to be the leader. The Eagle flies the highest and sees the furthest of all creatures. The Eagle is a messenger to the Creator. During the Four Sacred Riguals we will wear an Eagle Feather in our hair. To wear or to hold the Eagle Feather causes our Creator to take immediate notice. With the Eagle Feather the Creator is honored in the highest.

Gender:
Masculine, yet gentle, male.
Favorite Foods:
If you read his history, you'll see he was partially raised by a small famiy of bald eagles. They tought him their ways of catching trout and salmon, as well as other fish, and he adores seafood. His favorite fish would have to be halibut, because they offer a challenge and a delectable meal. Some other well-liked foods are wild turkey, roasted chicken, and filet mignon, but a nice MRE won't go unnoticed.
Favorite Activites:
E adores daredevil and life-on-the-line kind of things. He loves bungee jumping, though it's pointless because of his wings, mountain climbing, and cave diving, among other things. Fishing is pretty high on his list, but only to feed himself. He was tought never to waste the life of a fellow creature. Hale doesn't mind a bit of relaxing yoga, either.
Favorite Object:
The only possesion he constantly has with him is a cluster of eagle feathers, a gift from his "family."
General Likes and Dislikes:
38 likes calm, peace, and quiet. His favorite thing is to just sit up in a tall oak and watch the sun fall in the west. He enjoys everything in nature and hates to see humans ruin pieces of it. He is very strongly opinionated about deforestation, as his "family" was killed because of it.
Friends and Family:
His closest friends include some Trackers he accquainted at the facility during his time spent there, several large hawks and eagles, as well as his former handler. Though he's willing to be friendly with anyone, it takes awhile to get his respect and earning it is difficult.
Reason why you want it:
All of these natural designs are spectacular, but I've always wanted an Aerial, not to mention he and Moccasin will be, like, brothers. His deisgn called to me specifically, due to it's pattern and color pallette. The Shepherd-like coloration is stunning. I've always admired GSDs and other shepherds for their intelligence and sheer strength, as well asd loyalty. I also LOVE the blue on his wings and other parts. Another way I connected with this guy was that he loves birds and nature. I've always loved birds; I used to have several Macaws and I love to watch eagles/hawks glide through the sky.

▷ In-Depth Analysis ◁

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yes, at this point anyway, I believe he will. I have a pretty cool plot and storyline worked out in my head for him and Moccasin, my Aquatic. They'll be displayed in a cozy little thread with their forms and the story. All credit will go to Nex for her species and designs.
Describe its personality:
Wee is a complicated character. He's, overall, kind, gentle, and softspoken to Trackers and other animals, but has his moments of temper. Around humans, not so much. The trauma of his past gruesomely reminds him each and every day that humans cannot be trusted. He's aggressive and pushy if he must be handled. More often than not, he must be sedated to be examined. Wehali has been worked with and gotten the slightest bit better, but is still hateful. Though, around other Trackers, they observe that his persona changes entirely. He is playful, yet quiet. He adores his time spent with other Tracker and lives for it. They've often had to resort to using this playtime as a bribe for better behavior. He may come around every once and awhile.
History:
(38's history is very..... unique, entangled, and quite the thrill ride.)
It all began with his birth at the Tracker Breeding Program. He is the result of an attempted cross-breeding between Aerial and Aquatic. However, this experiament's result were disaturous. After being pregnant, his mother, an Aerial Tracker, was finally about to birth. The staff gathered, excited to see the results, but, upon arriving, they saw the newborns squirming alongside their mother's corpse. They dashed in and removed the pups. So, Weehali was hand-raised, never knowing either of his parents.

One horrendoues day, the Breeding Center was broken into. The thieves managed to snatch a few Trackers before retreating. Wehali was one of them. Though, he managed to escape his kidnappers and flee into a nearby forest. As he was stumbling through the foliage, he saw several hawks soaring gloriously above him and flapped his own wings curiously. He managed a few feet up and fell. The hawks ignored him as he tried and tried again. Eventually, he got the hang of it and soared. Below him, he heard the calls of the staff from the breeding center, but completely ignored them. Flying was like his own personal herione. He had to constantly stop and land in a tree, but for the most part kept on going.

Finally, he reached a certain Yellowstone Natl. Park and, as he landed for the umpteenth time, stumbled upon the nest of a bald eagle. There was plently of room for him, due to the nest's size. The mother eagle had been out hunting and, upon returning, promptly began feeding him as one of her own. Wee loved it. The fish was much better than anything the staff had fed him at his former home. So, he stayed for as long as he could. The eagles treated him just like an eaglet. He learned details on flying, hunting, and basic survival, even how to build a nest!

However, when the time came for the eagles to fly the coop, Hale was left all alone. Again. So, he decided upon staying in Yellowstone for quite some time. He lived there for several years. He even built a comfortable nest there, fished there, and flew there, though only at night. During what seemed to be a normal day, he flew out to go fishing as usual. The day turned out to be anything but usual. When he arrived at his normal stream, he felt a sharp prick and then everything faded to black.

When he awoke, he was located in a very smelly and very used old dog crate. He tested his vocal chords and, in return, got a harsh kick. A strange human released the latch and dragged him out. He bit the person, getting a slap for it. He snarled and thrashed as violently as he could. The man bound him with some rope and tossed him into a larger pen. He tried to fly, but felt his wings bound as well. The man was leading another human over and they stared at him oddly. Wehali snarled as loudly as he dared, but recieved no rettaliation. The men spoke for a while and gestured, raising their volume every so often. Finally, the men left, leaving 38 bound and trapped inside the pen. He attempted to sleep, but, ultimately, failed. He remained there for several weeks, until one night...

BOOOM! The small building lit up from the explosions of several flashbang grenades. Hali struggled, but was blinded and deafened by the flash. He blinked and saw blurs of figures in black rushing in the building. Then, for the second time that day, everything went black. He awoke in a metal cage that reeked of sterilization and chemicals.
(Further history is explained below.)
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
(Whoa. Last time I didn't even write an intro, but a story. x___x I'll actually write an intro.)
Sgt. Leonard Campbell strode confidently through the automatic doors of the Tracker Facility, his Aquatic, Moccasin, by his side. He halted to gaze around the clean and shiny building. One of the staff smiled politely, but he waved them away. He knew this place like the back of his calloused hand. Moccasin stiffened slightly and Leo stroked his olive-hued head. "Easy Boy..." the man whispered, feeling Casino relax again under his touch. He strode past the information desk alone, back toward the indoor kennels. A few personnel resisted his entrance, but, with a flash of his military ID, they retreated. He was here on a mission. Leo had heard whispers of an Aerial who was to be put down because of his aggressive and distrusting nature toward humans. The sergeant was going to change that. He and Moccasin entered the kennel area and were met with a chorus of melodious Trackers. Casino replied loudly and Leo hushed him. The Aquati's muzzle snapped shut and he twitched an ear. Leo sauntered toward the Aerial's kennel, a curious, yet gentle, look in his turquoise eyes. In response, the Aerial's throat rumbled with an inharmonious growl. Leo rolled his eyes, daring to raise his hand to the bars. Wehali took a whiff and visibly relaxed, but carried on growling. Leo grinned. Progress. He allowed his hand to slowly travel across the metallis bars and lift the latch. Wehali's ears flew forward and he rose, awaiting freedom. Leo quickly swung the door open and out went 38. Moccasin barked a greeting and bowed playfully. Leo laughed, ecstatic at the Aerial's personality. As the two Trackers began to wrestle about on the cool tile, the Sergeant knew the Aerial would be like a brother to Casino.

[DoctorDraca]

To anyone who's wondering about the Tracker Dog Fan Club, let me kindly direct you to the News on the front page. (:

[Lyrical_Rose]

Tracker Dog Application Series 12
Username:
Lyrical_Rose
Tracker Dog you want:
#36, the lovely Stealth girl.
Name you'll give it:
Kyara
How do you say that?
"Ky-ar-a"
Nickname(s):
Ky, Kyra to Leah. (And only Leah.)
Meaning:
Kyara means "Clear, Bright, or Famous" in Latin. Kyra means "Lady" in Greek. These make Ky a "Clear, Bright, Famous Lady." Seeing as she loves to be the center of attention, that works perfectly for her.
Why?:
Kyra is a name I read in a book once, and I instantly loved it. It replaced Kari as my favorite K girl name. I also happen to think it suits Ky perfectly. I thought that Kyra would be a great nickname, but I needed a better sounding full name. I went on those baby-naming websites and came up with Kyara, it seemed perfect. Not too fancy, and not too plain. The meaning matching her personality was just a bonus.
Reason why you want it:
I adore this series. I really do, all the natural colors are amazing. I had the toughest time deciding between her or the Aerial male. I finally decided on her, as her personality came to me quicker. I immeadiately knew what kind of girl she would be; bouncy and hyper. She begged for me to write her personality out, and I actually had to shorten this form for it to be an acceptable length.
I've tried for...three or four Trackers now, after sitting out last round. I love Trackers, the idea is just so brilliant. I hope Ky will be my first.
Will it be used in any kind of story?
Of course, she'll be the subject of many, many stories. ^^
Describe its personality:
~Fun-Loving~
Kyara loves fun. Whether it's reckless, crazy, "I-can't-believe-you-got-me-to-do-this" fun, or simply spending time with friends. Kyara adores it, and it's what keeps her going.
~Playful~
Kyara loves to play. If she seems someone, and happens to be bored, she'll go find something to play with and annoy them until they play with her. She loves other people so much, and she'll want to play anytime of the day. She's woken Leah up at 3 a.m. countless times with her tug rope, whining because she wants to play so badly.
~Caring~
Kyara is caring to everyone, she loves to help others and hates to see them hurt. Even if she didn't like the person before, she will help if possible. Kyara is very dedicated to her job because of her kind nature.
~Arrogant~
Kyara is sometimes arrogant, but only when others underestimate her. She knows she's good at her job, she knows that she can do anything as long as she thinks she can. Who cares what others think? Only Leah's opinions matter in Kyara's mind.
~Ambitious~
Kyara is ambitious in the sense that she is constantly looking for self-improvement. She always wants to be better, and she thinks that being better is the way to get respect. She ikes it when others respect her.
~Bouncy~
Kyara is so bouncy, Leah has joked that one day she'll land on the moon. Kyara is always hyper, and she never runs out of energy. She runs around constantly, and can only sit still if someone is petting her belly, or there's a T.V. turned on.

Favorite things:
Food: Chicken, steak, and a variety of other meats. She also likes crunchy foods like Chips, crackers, popcorn, etc. etc. etc.
Sound:Rain. She enjoys the soft, lulling pitter-patter of it hitting the ground.
Smell: Cooking bacon. It can wake her out of the deepest sleep. She often dreams about it, actually.
Toy:Kyara has a variety of toys, but her favorite is by far Teddy. It's a mangled and dirty old turquoise dog with a collar that says "Teddy". Most people laugh at a dog named "Teddy", but Kyara loves him and is supremely protective of him.
Thing to do:Hmmm...Either run in the rain, or watch T.V with Leah. She loves T.V.

Likes:
~Attention. She shines when everyone's paying attention to her.
~Parties, the happy felling and music, mostly. They create a fun mood.
~Music. Whether it's Classical or Hard Rock, Kyara adores music.
~Physical Activity. Kyara loves running, jumping, and generally twirling around like a chipmunk on a sugar high.
~Watching T.V. Something about that magic picture box amazes Kyara. It makes sounds like a doorbell, burt when Kyara runs to the door, no one's there. And there's people inside, but they don't talk to Kyara! It's annoying, but Kyara knows that she'll figure it out someday.
~Children. Kyara loves them, despite the pulling of her ears and tail. She knows that the young humans don't understand. Like puppies, they are just playful. Besides, her mental age helps there. She is immature, so she gets along with other imamture beings. ^^
Dislikes:
~Boredom. Kyara hates boredom with a passion. She'd rather chew her own leg off than have nothing to do.
~Squirrels. A group of squirrels live in a large oak outside her and Leah's home, and they annoy her constantly. She chases them almsot every day.
~Cats. For the exact same reason as Squirrels. They tease her constantly.
~People who underestimate her, or haters. Why can't everyone just get along?

Other Important Information:
Age:
It is believed that Kyara is around 1-1 1/2 years old. However, she has the mind of a puppy.
Size:
Kyara stands roughly 15 inches at the shoulder. She is approximately the size of a Bedlington Terrier.
Relationship Status:
Kyara is single at the moment. Will she ever have a mate? Possibly, if she finds the right male.


Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Kyara paced in the cramped cage. She had been locked in it for hours, and her legs were cramping quickly. She wanted nothing more than to escape this place and run outside, preferrably in the rain. Unfortunately, she had exhausted every possible escape. There was no way out of this place. It didn't help that she had absolutely no idea where she was...or who she was for that matter. It was as if she had dropped out of the sky, into this cage. Without warning, a worker walked by her cage, smirking to himself. Kyara replied by racing to the front of the cage, hoping that he would set her free.
The man reached through the chain-link and probed her with a stick he conjured up out of his back pocket. The shock it emitted jerked Kyara sharply, and she retreated just out of the man's reach, growling.
"Where'd we pick this one up, Macintosh?" He asked, a smug look on his large face. "She's too excitable, it'll take some hard work to get her to be a good fighter."
"Johnson caught her on a training run outside the lab." A much higher voice replied, the figure shorter and obviously female.
"What's her name?"The male replied, his eyes scanning Kyara critically.
"Kyara." The woman answered, flipping through a folder. She glanced at the Tracker for the first time, visibly surprised by the inhumane living conditions.
Kyara didn't even care that the woman bothered to seem concerned about her. Any person who was part of this, this plot to take Trackers and train them for battle, was hardly worth even looking at. Kyara was intelligent, and she listened to the guards as they watched over her and the other caught Trackers. Apparently this "organization" was a special section of the government, meant to crush all resistance work, and was going to use Trackers to fight against them. Well they really were as stupid as they looked if they thought that Kyara was going to fight for them. If this was how they treated everything non-human, than this government deserved what was coming to them.
The man said something about training, and left the woman alone.
"Kyara. I'm so sorry." The woman said softly, crouching so that she was eye level with the Tracker. Kyara growled deeper, retreating as far as she could. What was she up to?
"I know, I know you don't trust me. You shouldn't seeing your present state. But you have to follow me, baby. You have to. I'll get you out of here, I promise. I've got to get you back to headquarters." The woman's blue-grey eyes were cloudy in the brimming tears, and her voice was about to crack in emotion. Well, the theatrics didn't fool Kyara one bit. She understood that humans were foul creatures, only interested in using her for their wicked plan.
"Kyara, Kyra baby, Please. You've got to, it's your only way out." The woman said, looking around quickly to make sure that none of the guards were nearby.
Kyara's ears perked at the use of 'Kyra' No one had ever called her that before...
Suddenly it clicked, no one had called her Kyra except her partner, the woman who had orginally adopted her. Only Leah would use that name. She inched towards the chain-link fence that separated her from the woman. She scented the air and was shocked to have the familiar scent of green apples and what could only be described as sunshine fill her nose. It was Leah! Kyara whined, wondering how she had not known that it was her.
Leah's smile was brighter than the sun. "You remember!" She whispered, amazed. The fact that the Tracker knew her, after she had her memory wiped, was incredible. "Okay, honey, let's get out of here." Leah quickly unclipped a leash and muzzle from her belt. She silently unlocked the cage using an intricate seven-digit code. "Ky, you'll have to put this on, to get past the guards." She said apologetically. Kyara held still to let Leah clip it on, immeadiately feeling more trapped.
"I know, I know, Kyra. I promise that soon you can run." Leah whispered the last word in Kyara's ear. She suddenly perked and started to wag her tail.
Leah smiled and nodded, standing up and leading Kyara towards the door. Kyara easily trotted along beside her, stopping when she noticed the door. She lunged forward, heading directly for the sunlight. She was so excited that she almost jerked the lead out of Leah's hands.
Leah jogged alongside the Tracker. "Just a second." She whispered. Leah looked back at the guard and knew she would have to act to be convincing. "Whoa!"She said sharply, tugging on the lead. She managed to slow the Tracker into a controlled walk, hatign the look of hurt Kyara gave her. "I'm taking this Tracker out for training." She held up her badge to the guard. The navy and silver Government badge read- "Leah Macintosh- Dog Trainer"
The guard looked upon the shorter woman with amusement. "Have fun, she's a hyper one." She opened the door and went back to reading her gossip magazine.
Leah nodded and walked on into the sunlight. "Sorry, girl. I had to do that to get through the guard." Kyara responded by wagging her tail, showing her teeth in what can only be described as a doggy smile.
"Okay, okay. We have to be careful now, though. We're going to head to the training area, and then head to my car instead." Leah whispered, walking south-east in the direction.
Kata nodded and followed her, looking dejected just in case someone happened to look by.
Leah hid a smile and continued on, stopping once they were in the cover of the trees and heading for her car instead. She was busy contemplating how to tell the Resistance that she had left her undercover position in the Organization. She'd just explain that she couldn't sit there while they used her partner. Kyra was too special to her, and too much of a danger if she was on the other side. Once they had reached Leah's blue Chevy, she opened the passenger door and let Kyra inside. After the Tracker hopped inside, Leah took off both the lead and the muzzle before walking over to the driver's side and starting up the car.
They drove until they reached the Resistance's Headquarters. Leah let Kyra out of the car and headed up to the door. She opened the door with her key and walked inside.
Kyra followed Leah as they walked inside the large building as they headed towards the meeting room. Leah walked into a meeting full in swing. "What's going on?" She asked. Usually, she was always paged before a meeting, seeing as she was one of the leaders.
Aaron Samuels, the leader of the Recruiting office, turned to her. "They know, Leah. They know that you're working for us."
Leah's eyes widened in shock and fear, as a deep voice filled the room.
"Oh, Miss Macintosh. Do you really think the Government is that simple-minded? Your little Resistance won't get away with this. We're waiting outside."

(WIP. I really hope the story isn't too long...)

[MelodiousNocturne]

hooray I finished my art contest submission. I was kinda worried I wouldn't.