Tracker Dogs

[heartofilum]

In addition to my form, can I just say how absolutely elated I am that these guys are back?! I won this tracker named Cyborg all the way back thirteen freakin' years ago in 2010 and this feels like an amazing blast from the past!

CYBORG BABY!!! I missed him!! I think I was too nervous to enter at the time 😂

[DeerlyMissed]

I want to claim a Tracker Dog!
Username: deerlymissed
Tracker ID: #036
Dog's name: Styrmir
Story:
Clouds began to gather, blotting out the blue sky with grovel-grey, covering the mountain in darkness. The breeze brought along the musky smell of the earth, rustling the leaves as it went. He could hear the pounding rain approaching before he could see it. A hand shot out from the bushes, gripping the ground as it pulled their body out from the mess of leaves. Adrenaline was pumping through her body like never before, fingers clawing at the ground desperately as she tried to get enough distance from the target. A noise made her freeze, a flash of lightning illuminating the surroundings, her heart beating rapidly against her chest as if it was going to jump out anytime soon. Booming thunder could be heard not a second later, accompanied by a low throaty growl. Scrambling on her back, terrified eyes strained to adjust in the dark, rapidly searching for the source of the sound, hands fumbling with the gun and pointing in different directions. A hulking mass approaches behind her, footsteps silenced by the pounding rain. Stopping only inches away, lowering its head, a warm gust of air fans the right side of the woman's face. A man emerges from the bushes, gun aiming directly towards them. With no hesitation, he pulls the trigger. With a flash of lightning, we can see a bright yellow spot on her chest. Not long, the alarm sounds to their victory. "Caught you." Styrmir huffs, shaking off the paint on their body. Another win.

[Storm564]

I want to claim a Tracker Dog!
Username: Storm564
Tracker ID: #037 Idk if i did that right
Dog's name: Kallias
Story: Kallias's mom smelled anxious, and she wouldn't tell them why just kept talking about "mommy loves you guys I know you'll go on to be great and loyal trackers." His mom was what they called the rugged variant she had great genes but since her handler died, she's never fully trusted anyone, she was great though for teaching younger pups how to communicate and protect them in case the facility was even broken into. One by one people started to fill into Kallias's room, he could feel their stares on him and all of their conflicting emotions. single person stepped up to Kallias's mom, Sasha and she sent out a low warning growl when they bent down to one of her pups, so one by one the man went around to all of the pups to see which one would be his new Tracker. Now Kallias was really scared this man smelled of greed. Sasha then after looking at all of the pups sent the man away empty handed; he deserved nothing. This went on for a while most being sent away and a couple of Kallias's siblings being taken away. Then a woman stepped forward and bowed her head at Sasha and walked right over to him! Sasha bowed her head back and went over to Kallias and gave him a last lick on the forehead. Kallias turned to his new handler and was excited, today he started new adventures.

Only thing i wasnt sure of was the tracker ID im so sorry if its wrong

[Storm564]

Ekklipse we have the same birthday?!? thats so weird goodluck and happy early birthday!!! <3

[DoctorDraca]

Tracker ID: #037 Idk if i did that right :?

You did it perfectly! The ID is indeed the number above the available Tracker Dog. :)

[Ekklipse]

Ekklipse we have the same birthday?!? thats so weird goodluck and happy early birthday!!! <3

YOU AS WELL!!! :D

[TikoTheHuman]

I want to claim a Tracker Dog!
Username: TikoTheHuman
Tracker ID: #36
Dog's name: Tear
Story:

"HELP!" A muffled scream was heard, he took off and started barking when he found the source of the sound, he started digging furiously uncovering an arm. The wind was blowing hard and throwing snow everywhere. He kept on digging and not very long someone else started to help dig this person out. The wind howled and snow started to come down harder. Once both arms were revealed me and my partner started to pull the person out without harming them, eventually we did and it was a female. She panted and thanked us.

[rentropy]

I want to claim a Tracker Dog!
Username: rentropy
Tracker ID: #040
Dog's name: Vashta Nerada
Story:

VN wasn't quite cut out for the workforce. Anything that managed to grab their attention could never hold it for long. A particular occurrence noted in their file was a recent incident; during their SAR training, they came upon a lone elk in the field. VN approached it curiously but showed no interest in chasing, instead electing to flop down in the snow and make snow angels. Failure after failure, disappointment after disappointment, had landed the Tracker Dog here in the kennels where handlers seeking a new partner could come to meet the available dogs.

On the glass door hung their file. Written on the front of VN’s file folder was a bold header reading NOT SUITABLE FOR. Beneath the heading, the list ran long, each note added in a different handwriting: Guardwork, Retrieval, Water Rescue, PAA, SAR. There were more notes beneath it, but it didn't interest him. Most of the file was unimportant, to be frank. What was most curious was the pages at the end of the file, the pages that noted the initial observations of VN. Beneath the description was a note about special containment procedures that contained an addendum. "Addendum 1.1: Do not expose #040 to firelight. Not suitable for fire defense. Observers report flesh melting off of handlers when #040 exposed to firelight."

The man opened the kennel and placed a slip-leash on #040. "Vashta Nerada," he said, patting the companion's head, "we have work to do."

[.muse.]

I want to claim a Tracker Dog!
Username: .muse.
Tracker ID: #038
Dog's name: Sarco
Story:

Sarco lives for his assignment; yes, he was genetically created for the job, but he truly lived for the artifacts and the arts with such rich histories.
Unfortunately, his borderline allergic reaction to prolonged paint smell exposure, put him in a predicament. This fault was compensated by allowing him to do frequent exterior patrols to clear his senses. It was during such, that the statuesque creature made a friend.
A scrawny man tending the register at the museum gift shop. The man stumbled over his words more often than not, but he clearly admired history. The sharp dog did not miss the devotion hidden within such an easily overlooked figure.
Sarco timed his exterior patrols with the man's breaks so that they could walk together. Once the man had gotten past his shock of the tracker dog tailing him, they formed a sort of mutual respect and understanding. Sarco was ever alert to his task as they walked, but he also cataloged every passionate word the man said about the stories behind certain exhibit pieces. It became routine for them to seek out one another's company.
When Sarcos' assigned exhibit was announced to move, he became noticeably agitated despite his usual love of travel. After eventually figuring out the source of Sarco's hesitation; the exhibit manager saw no other solution than to offer the stranger a position as Sarco's official handler.
The two have been inseparable since and not a single artifact has gone missing under their watch, so far.

[kivr & fireflii]

Can I get my tracker dog transferred to these lines? :D This is him! I didn't see a form for this or anything, but if I need to fill one out or if there's a payment, I can do that. :)