Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

[orange.c y r u s♥]

ok, thanks
-devon

[CaptainHiccup]

Some art of me tracker<333

One, I love this Tusk, amazingly amazingful, ^^

Two, does number 77 have teeth or any specific kind of teeth? (Like huge gaping fangs or something of the sort?) And can/could "he" feel matter/switch between a solid and ghost form?

Thank Nex! (Read the Fanclub to see the rest of my comment on "him", xD)


<3 ChiCha

[tennisbutt]

Tracker Dog Application Series 20

Username:
Tennis.

Tracker Dog you want:
#77

Name you'll give it:

Reason why you want it:

Will it be used in any kind of story?:
Of course. I love this tracker so much I probably will carry on writing the story.
Describe its personality:

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

WIP

[DoctorDraca]

Two, does number 77 have teeth or any specific kind of teeth? (Like huge gaping fangs or something of the sort?) And can/could "he" feel matter/switch between a solid and ghost form?

<3 ChiCha

Number 77 does have teeth, the same set that any other Tracker has. His canines are slightly elongated, though.
I do believe that he can also accept a solid form, although you'll have to ask LCD about this, she's the one that wrote the info.

[diamonds;;]

hi there. the picture, for tracker dog 77 could i just resize it to make it a little smaller due to it taking up most of my form please?

thanks.

[kellgirl360]

:
Tracker Dog you want: 76
Name you'll give it: Trick or Treat I (tricky)
Reason why you want it: I think he is adorable and he matches my personality: we like to scare people!

Will it be used in any kind of story? no
Describe its personality: He is cute, he can be serious but he just wants to play and be with you. He would rather snuggle up by a fire than go find some stupid rabbits; if it weren't for his appearance (which is awesome, by the way) he would just be a normal dog.
Although he likes his color because he can lay down and scare people in the pumpkin patch.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
OH MY GOODCHEESEPUFFS look at this place! there are seriously tracker treats everywhere, and the human has such a kind voice. Well look at that, my very own bed. And free roam! I think i will like this owner, she is sorta new to this world of online games like me. Since i was born to scare, i think i will have a fun time especially since theres an old person home a couple blocks down. Im so excited


I hope i can get him!

[Pierce.]

Can the stories take place in a different time period?

[DoctorDraca]

hi there. the picture, for tracker dog 77 could i just resize it to make it a little smaller due to it taking up most of my form please?

thanks.

Preferably not. Tracker images cannot be used/modified in forms unless you drew them yourself.

Can the stories take place in a different time period?

They can, yes.

[eternalglitch]

Tracker Dog Application Series 23
This mysterious and sterile demon tends to wander around the facility and seemingly goes through walls. It has no classified gender nor does it like to spend time outside during the daytime.

Username: Wolves Run Free.

Tracker Dog you want:

Seventy-seven, or 77.

Gender:

None. It is neither one nor another. But I might call it any him, her, he, she, or it for quick reference.

Job:

A guard dog and soldier.
Used for the most important jobs only.

Height: 103 centimeters
Weight: No idea. he goes ghost every time we try, and how do you weigh a ghost?
Age: 4 years, 6 months, 12 days.
Creator: Nex
Type of Tracker: Beast x Demon
Theme Song: You can't take me

Inside the creature: Yes, I know. I bet you are going, "Inside the creature? What the HECK is that?!?" Well, since this tracker was made to be able to slide through things, I thought it needed something on its inside to make that happen. Like, a second brain that sends extra messages. (And wow, that sounded nerdy.) This creature has an extra mechanism by its heart, a tiny little computer chip that is placed in the tracker dog as it is being created. It is gold, and manmade. It is made so it sends shock waves continuously throughout the body, making it able to slide into or through other things. a smaller nerve is connected to the 'ghost part' so it blocks the feet from sinking into the ground unwillingly, or, on practice, can turn the entire signal waves off. Gold and meteorite have a pull that blocks the waves on whatever part of the body is touching the material, making the creature unable to go through. Plastic was a fail safe made so it does the same thing. Around the brain is a bunch of extra cells, that can send messages to every other cell in the body to attach itself to whatever is closest and turn invisible, as well as whatever it is touching, so the tracker turns clear as well. This can be triggered by a thought or command. It is possible because tiny machines (almost microscopic) attach themselves to each and every cell. They are regenerating, and were given to the dog in pills when it was young. The main physical changes are the creature’s heart beats faster to ensure its body doesn't overwork the hearts limit, and It has a small extra buzzing sound in its chest as the 'ghost part' does its job.

Name you'll give it:

In the past, it has been called Dream, Death, Demon, and No-return. People were scared of it, and thought that it was the messenger of death, and this started many superstitions to make it go away. One was on Halloween they would surround their villages with torches and roses, thinking it would hate life, love, and happiness. Even though this had nothing to do with the creature in real life, it started to not come back. One day, it just vanished, looking for a new home.
I have decided to call it Mirage.
The reason is it was seen as something it was not. This Tracker Dog has never been, nor will be, a messenger of death. Most people are afraid of it, but it has never attacked anyone, never showed any emotion. Everything that was thought about it was a mirage. An illusion. Fake. There is one true rumor, however. On misty nights, if the moon shines just right, you think you can see Mirage standing silently beside any bed of flowers... and more specifically, roses. And this is almost always seen on Halloween, for some weird reason. Mainly because Mirage wanders on Halloween, and appears ghostly.

Reason why you want it:

I was browsing Chicken Smoothie like normal, and noticed that something was going on with Halloween, my favorite holiday of the year. I clicked the link, scrolled down and... Believe I died. Number seventy-seven was so amazing. Blue is my favorite color, Halloween my favorite holiday, Tracker dogs my dream. And what do I see? A blue Halloween Tracker. The only one for me. It calls me, and I can almost hear it begging me to adopt it. I love special powers so the little type up for it? I am the fly, caught in the spider’s web. And I don't want to get out. I could gaze at it forever, and I feel a connection stronger than any I have ever known strengthening between us. I love his dark blue coat, the glowing blue markings, and the beautiful tongue. Popularity? I would NEVER try out for a creature entrusted to me for popularity. I am trying out because I love him. I would order only the best art for him, no matter how much it costs. I would write and write and write... and I can go on forever. This time, I will try to contain my words a bit.
Ever since I first saw Tracker Dogs on the Oekaki, I have wanted one. Dreamed of one. But every time, someone is there, who is better suited for him or her. And I understand that. This time... I hope that special person is I. Even though it probably isn't. I feel like I understand Mirage, just by reading her short two sentences. "This mysterious and sterile demon tends to wander around the facility and seemingly goes through walls. It has no classified gender nor does it like to spend time outside during the daytime." Does it wander because people are scared of it, maybe even hate it? I understand that. Sometimes, I fit in nowhere as well, not to mention I hate going outside. Are we really so different?
I am determined to get Mirage. But if that is not enough, good luck to everyone else. As long as Mirage gets the best home, I guess that is enough for me. I would just regret that wasn't me. Mirage might be my first Tracker Dog ever, and if I do get him, maybe my last. He is perfection to me, the meaning of the word amazing, and I think I didn't get a Tracker dog before this because this was meant to be. I feel shaky and lightheaded, and keep thinking this is a dream. How else would such a great Tracker dog for me exist? The other tracker dogs always amaze me, but this one? Mirage is my sun now. My treasure, my heart. I love how Mirage's horns make it look brave, fierce. But its posture suggests nervousness, alarm, and quiet hope. Like a soldier, I guess.
One of the things I think is cool is the eye markings. It makes it feel like Mirage has eyes. Personally, I like to think Mirage has a bit more blue in its 'sensor' than other Trackers, sort of like Saphira in Eragon. It also appears to work well in cold or hot places, as it has a thick mane around its neck, but not that much that it can't take the heat. And the ridges on its face make it look dangerous, with a cold precision that most tracker dogs can't match.
I love Mirage in every way, and hope for the best.


Will it be used in any kind of story? I like to tinker with stories, never quite finishing them, but gathering ideas. I was recently thinking of starting one of my favorite ideas I have sitting in my folder, but there is one flaw. The main character is supposed to be a Tracker Dog. This is going to be a very long story, so I needed the perfect main character. Mirage is that character. After (or during) I make the story, I still will do randomly little stories and comics about my characters. I love doing fantasy stories, and am very curious about a romance story. I mean, a genderless creature would have a bit of trouble, right? So what is another genderless creature came? Would it work? Somehow, I doubt it. Horror stories sound just as interesting, and Mirage is the perfect character to be in a horror story. It cold be the 'horror' or even the girl who drops her flashlight and opens the door! (That WOULD be funny, XD) I also write stories to introduce my characters to one another. I mean, do they all spontaneously meet and say, 'lets be friends?' The answer to that is NO. They do not ever do that, in my world. And an (almost) ghost joining them? That makes most people take a double take. I also will think about continuing my tracker dog story. But I think I'm going to do that here, so I doubt that.

Describe its personality: Most people are scared of me. They fear me, and I know this because when I walk up to them, they gasp, shriek, cry, or curse me. Then they run. It hurts. Mostly because they don't even know me. Am I quiet? Yes. Moody? Yep. A demon that kills whoever it meets? Nah. Don't flatter yourself. Of course I am a bit sarcastic. It's my own way to deal with the world.

Overall, I would say my good points are being quiet, hopeful, caring, and a very good chief. Actually, I can't cook. It might have something to do with only having two fingers.

The bad points are more or less sarcastic, moody, and trusting. I know what you are thinking. Trusting? Bad? For me, yes. I can't trust many people. They are all living beings, and all living beings have flaws. Some can control themselves, but only a few. A large flaw is taking advantage of everything and everyone. Like a child did to me a long time ago. For fears, I am terrified of black cats, (long story, there) fire, (...torches especially.) plastic, and sunlight. The sun creeps me out. I mean, a ball of fire in the sky? What if it falls? And it burns you without even touching you! No thank you, I prefer to stay away from that evil fire ball. I excel at running away. Finding things, getting into locked rooms. And fighting. But I don't have courage, and I'm not brave. So I prefer not to fight. I try to comfort those I love, to protect them from those who harm. Even though I am hardy, my heart is broken easily and after that, I have trouble rebounding. I am hurt worst on the inside. Pain on the outside heals quickly, but not on my inside. I like to play, and hate the chemical smell of labs. I love the sweet smell of the wind, and the cooler seasons. I miss not having a human sometimes, and being wild, but when I think about it, I love the feeling of being loved. If I went back in time, I would want to be adopted every time. I try to do what’s right, and hate people doing cruel things. I hope one day I can go back to that lab and teach every scientist there a lesson. (Doctor Nexivyle Ta'ar and Doctor LCD excluded, though.)

Handling instructions:

Number seventy-seven is an unstable creature. It is highly recommended to keep a restraining collar on at all times, and to keep it away from small, closed in areas. Also, avoid taking it out on sunny days- it seems to hate that. Run tests every other month to check on its 'special purposes,' such as fading, becoming solid, and glowing brighter or duller. Report back to us every year as well, for needed shots, medication, and updates. Keep a gentle but firm hand, and train it to obey, practicing every day. This creature can be very dangerous, so with out help do not beat the subject. Bathe once a month, and give it a good home.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

By my friend Wolf Blood Song

Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it

From the start, from the second I was born, I was the punch bag, the thing to take responsibility for everything that had gone wrong. Doctor Nexivyle Ta’ar said I was a huge step for science, and would be one of the most advanced tracker dogs at this point. So I was a used tissue for science? Gee, thanks. I didn't think it was her fault though. She and Doctor LCD always treated me kindly, and acted like I was normal.

I couldn't say the same for the other scientists.

I spent the first few years locked in an isolation tank, monitored by computers. It didn't feel real, like in a dream, and I felt detached. Stunned by my own glowing fur. So imagine how surprised I was when the top opened, and my bliss, dream, and coma, ended. Actually, it hurt. I felt sort of lopsided. But I was eager to see- ahem, I meant smell and hear- the world. So now imagine feeling exited to be free, and then hear this:

"How can we contain this thing? It doesn't look safe. Put it back in the tank."

Of course, I didn't understand a lot of those words. They were unimportant, and I was overwhelmed by the scents and sounds. Was that a...? That can't be! Good grief, a me! No, wait- that’s another creature like me. But not a me.

I leaped back in surprise, and felt the table top slam painfully into my back. And then the table top was gone, and I fell backwards. "*@#**@*! Where did it go?" A scientist yelled. Doctor Nexivyle Ta’ar's voice was calm as she answered. "In the table. You can see it's tail."

If you can't catch a wave then you’re never going to ride it

"But that’s a solid metal table." The scientists voice was now quiet. "Exactly." A hand touched my tail, and then grabbed it and yanked, but luckily the hand just went through my tail when I thought about it. Were they angry? I crawled back out, and they just stared at me. "Is there anything it can't go through?" A scientist asked. Doctor Nexivyle quietly said. "Gold, meteorite, and plastic."

Another doctor, one I hadn't heard before, called a worker over. "Get a plastic harness and leash, as well as a plastic cage." The worker smelled of sickness and fear, and I growled quietly. "It's okay, 77." Nexivyle murmured. "They aren't here to hurt you." Could I trust them? I didn't know. But I didn't have any choice as the harness was tightened around my chest, and I was tugged into a small crate, smaller than me, so I had to crouch to avoid hurting myself.

Why did it all go wrong? - I want to know what's going on

As the days slipped into months, I learned to hate this new place, and miss the quiet tank. The crate soon hurt, the wires digging into my back when I lay flat. I was injected with drugs and forced to run through mazes of plastic, with smog in the air so I couldn't tell what was around me. Shots were given daily, and I lost a bunch of blood to the vicious needles. Doctor Nexivyle was called away, and the last thing of kindness disappeared from my world as Doctor LCD had to go too.

I decided the other scientist wanted me to be meant for war, as they made me fight, made me run for hours straight on a treadmill with a heavy pack on. I felt like wailing, but hoped they would stop soon. Somehow, I doubted they would. They would never accept I was who I was. And I would have to accept that, too.

Don’t push me - I'll fight it

One day, everything changed. I was shoved/dragged out of my cage like normal, at about four' o clock in the morning, and tugged down the hallway. I dragged my feet, and was almost strangled by how hard the worker pulled. He smelled like grease. He opened the fighting rink door, and shoved me in. I snarled, and was met by another snarl. Oh, no.

A creature (Can it even be called a tracker dog?!?) was in there. It was all black with five extra spider-like legs, glowing red eyes, and two tails. It looked furious, and locked its horrible eyes on me. "Where did you get the extra legs, Wal-Mart?" I stammered. Of course, I didn't know what Wal-Mart was, but humans mentioned it a bunch.

I tried to back up, and noticed weakly their was a layer of plastic under the cold cement of the walls. Dang it. I was trapped, and had a bad feeling about this fight. My new 'wonder-collar' zapped me, and I shivered. The pain caused my sensors to go black for an instant, but then I recovered. I wanted to fade so badly... just fade...

And then, what do you know, a scientists burst in. I felt his panic, and he muttered something that sounded like, "Where’s 77???" But that couldn't be true 'cause I was right here. But the human just kept running around like he couldn't see me. And then I realized I was invisible. Sadly, tracker dogs don't need sight. The other Tracker could still scent me. I heard drool drip from his mouth, and he lunged forwards, his paws thudding down.

And what's this holding me?

I still don't know how I got out of that. I suppose I lost my concentration, and became visible, because some scientists broke up the fight and I was dragged off to that cage I hated. So here I was, trying to sleep in the tiny space, and then it hit me. Why do I stay here? There has to be a way a ghost dog could escape, right? Unfortunately, I was in a lab filled with evil people. The sum? I can't escape easily. But still, they made this lab before I was made. In fact, it is probably made out of concrete.

Yes, you're in my way

The next morning, I watched for any place, thing, or creature I could use to escape. I didn't see that many. Cameras were everywhere, not to mention the scientists, my cage, guard dogs, and my shock collar. But the video cameras and humans I could (Hopefully) go invisible, the cage I could wait to get out of, the shock collar could be dipped in water. I couldn't help but grin. The scientists had no idea what they had created.

So you better watch out

That night, the scientist locked up like normal. I slowed my breathing as the footsteps echoed by my crate, and tried not to wail in delight. After what felt like fifty hours, the guard left, and the keys jingled in the lock. It was time. I shifted, flinching as the cage dug into my ribs. I pressed my muzzle against the door, and reached. With my tongue.

Now how many of you folks guessed I was going to say that?

I thought so.

My tongue brushed against the lock, and I realized it was made of metal. Shoot. I stiffened, concentrating as much as I could. I hated how I had never worked on solidifying. I had never needed to. I felt the metal stiffen, and swiped my tongue this way and that, trying so hard sweat beaded my body. Then the latch was finally shoved to the left, and the door creaked open.

I hesitated. I could jump down, and try to get out-possibly risking capture again and even worst treatment. Or I could stay.

I'm on my way and I don't feel right

If I had eyes, I would squeeze them shut in frustration. "Come on, you idiot." I muttered. "This cage is so small you can barely twitch. And the food... I haven't eaten for two days." Taking a deep breath, I slid forward, until my head and paws dangled over the side. I leaped, pushing against the crate. I landed awkwardly, and felt pain lace up one of my feet. "Come on," I coaxed myself. "It's only pain." I imagined myself fading into thin air, and, hoping it might have made me see-through, set off. I shoved open the bowl-water room, and stepped in. I could smell the water and moldy-human scent of the room. Gross. The floor was slippery and my collar beeped softly. I walked over to a bowl (also called a toilet), and, trying not to gag, dunked my head and neck in. The collar was going crazy when I lifted my face, water streaming down my muzzle and soaking my chest.

I dunked my head again. No matter how gross, how humiliating, the collar had to go. When I thought I was going to drown, I jerked my head out, and shook myself dry. The collar flew from my neck, and landed with a clatter on the ground, sparks fizzing around it like a bad hair day. I was free. And, even better, I only had a huge fence to go, probably made of plastic. Fun. Can you see why I hate plastic so much?

I raced away from the water room, a sick feeling in my stomach. The clock was ticking- the guard would be returning soon. I was rounding a corner when I skidded to a halt. Idiot. I turned to a wall, curious to see if my reasoning was right. Sure enough, I just slid through the wall like a diver gets into water. (And yes, I know I need to stop with all the similes)

I raced blindly forward, sometimes going through entire rooms, until I shot out onto the courtyard on the other side of the wall. I sniffed the air, smelling the dyeing grass and the tang of cement. My color sensors told me it was a medium sized yard, with different labs around. A long driveway with signs beside it that said something (I can't read. I'm street smart... er... make that lab smart.) Wove its way out to the front. This seemed like the best way to go.

After following it for a few minutes, I was so absorbed in my thoughts I barely heard the alarm go off. The guard had found out. I started racing, as fast as I could go, and then slammed into the fence, not noticing it. "Pay more attention!" I snapped to myself. I raced backwards, and then tried again, leaping up. I hit the fence and pawed desperately, hind leg dangling. The fence had been higher than I thought.

I winced as a snap was heard in my front paw. "#@$*!" I snapped, feeling myself slipping. I had come this far. I couldn't stop for pain... I scrabbled upward, pain blistering in my feet.

"There it is!"

The baying of dogs and shouting human guards woke me up from my pain haze. I shoved upward, and fell over the fence. So of course I landed on my face. Angry yells were just behind me, and I heard the gate start to open. In my pain, I had forgotten to keep my invisi-coat on. I got up, sagging in pain, and started to limp as fast as I could away from there.

Get it out- Check it out

I don't know what I expected after I had escaped. Maybe a lush rain forest, where everything is perfect? No dangers, plenty of easy food? Nope. I was in the middle of a human world, after all. I traveled at night, slept by day. There were no forests nearby. Everything was hard and unnatural- when I rubbed against a tree, keeping my form solid for a moment, I realized it had grown perfectly straight. I had never been close to a tree, but I was very sure they did not grow perfectly straight. Humans must have done this.

I raised my head and sniffed, trying to get a clear idea of what was around me. I noticed that the road I had been following was leading into a small village. The smell of food came from within. After my narrow escape, I wasn't sure I wanted to be near humans again, but I was starving, and would have to eventually. My foot was killing me, and I was sure it was broken. There was nowhere else to go.

I faded away, a skill I was starting to get the hang of... not. Sadly, my sensors could tell me my glow was still showing. So now I looked like a walking blue skeleton with a floating head. Great.

I raced forward, limping away on three feet. By now, I smelled people, doing their daily lives. And I scented something that smelled like the guard dogs and Tracker Dogs, but less... alcohol smelling. I wondered what they were. Shouts began to ring around me, like an annoying buzzer. I only took notice when a small tracker dog ran out to stop me. I was about to kick it aside when I noticed it was what I had smelled. I leaned forward to sniff it, and it bit my nose. How rude.

I grunted in surprise, but, compared to my broken toe, it didn't hurt too bad. I tossed my head up (It was so small, how did scientists create it?) and flung it away. I swiped my tongue over my bleeding nose, and then was poked with a fork. A pitchfork- I had seen scientist use one for a horse experiment. Is there a barn around here? I wondered, pausing in surprise.

You can't come uninvited

"Get out of here, demon!" A man screamed right behind me. "We don't need you here! In fact, I bet you're a death messenger. Time to see if death can die!" What are those knuckleheads talking about? I thought. Are they talking about me? By now, a mob had gathered, drawn like ants to a picnic when they had heard the man’s shouts. They smelled of fear and hatred, and I knew I had to go, right now.

I whirled, skidding on my feet, and raced away. A bottle flew and smashed by my head, and I howled in surprise as glass rained on me. I smelled rotting food, and turned into an area between houses and tall buildings, where it stank horribly. I leaped, hoping the food would hide my scent, and landed in a tall bin of food. Holding back my disgust, I went solid and I burrowed under and squished my body down. I waited while the crowd passed, shouting and yelling, through the area. I didn't twitch as they rounded the corner, and disappeared from my sensors.

"Right. I should just be fully visible for now." I rasped to myself, my throat feeling sore from howling so loud. "Gosh, I hated that experience." I shook myself, flinging a slimy banana off my back. I was about to leap down when I realized I was sinking through the garbage. I had held my solid form for too long; now I was stuck as ghost-like for a day or two.

I sank down through the trash, and then leaped out the side of the metal-gross thing. I paused to prick my ears and reconnoiter the area for people, but I didn't notice anyone. Then I paused as my stomach growled again; I paused to look at the slimy food. "I have had worst," I told myself, hoping I was right. I stuck my head back through the bin and grabbed a slimy triangle of bread with this blood and white stuff covering it. It was slightly moldy, but I ignored that, biting down on the piece.

Surprisingly, it was pretty good; I scarfed it down and wished for more. But with the recent mob attack, I decided I should get going. Who knows when they would attack me again. I slinked between the buildings, racing through the open. I was even starting to think it had worked when I got the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. I lifted my head and smelled a human's scent nearby. Dang it.

You aren’t going to take me down, no way

I tensed, wondering if I had to run. Little footsteps pattered closer, and then I felt a hand rest on my back. I was about to leap away, when I noticed it felt... different than the other humans grip. More gentle. I sniffed the human, noticing it still smelled like a child. I felt it's small hands trace my markings, and then a small voice whispered. "You remind me of my old dog, Rex. I like you. I think you should be called Dream."

I nuzzled the human's hand, realizing someone liked, no, loved me. An entire new feeling for me. I stayed for a long time, but when night finished, and day started again, I started to leave. "Come back tonight, Dream." Pleaded the child. "Please."

The days passed, and every day I slept and looked for food, still unused to the suns heat. At night, I met the child, a young boy called Parker. I heard a human call him by that. I loved him, and he loved me. A week after I had first come, I noticed the smell of rose petals and fire. I shied away, the roses reminding me of a life I couldn't have, and the fire a cold remembrance of a horrible lab test I had once been forced to do. My foot slowly healed, and I was happy.

One day, a month after I had escaped, everything changed.

I raced to Parker's house invisible, holding a toy car I had found in the street. He seemed to like them. But when I arrived I heard him talking to some one. I pricked my ears, and heard a few words. "Yeah,.... I know...reward....monster....dog....you'll be here soon? Great." What was Parker talking about? I wondered. I let out a small bark, becoming solid.

"Dream!" Parker smelled nervous, I noticed, as he raced out and squished me in a hug. "Good dog." he kept a firm grip on me, and it was a few minutes when I heard a slight screeching. I turned to listen, but Parker pulled me back towards him. I wondered if he was scared. I pressed close to him, and listened as the screeching grew louder and louder.

I recognized the sound now: human punishers. I pulled my head away from parker and turned to listen. They sounded frightfully close. They screeched to a stop, and humans leaped out. I bucked, trying to get out of the child's grip, but he didn't let go. "I'm sorry," Parker said. Then he called out to the other humans.

I got to fight will all my might

I wondered what he meant by that, and struggled free. I tried to race back to the alley, but oh god, humans were already there... I spun looking for an exit, but two humans carried a net towards me. I prepared to leap through, turning ghostly, and listened as their footsteps pattered forward. When they were close enough that I could easily jump through and get away, I bunched my muscles in my legs, and leaped. I soared right towards the center of the net and...

Hit the net hard, my feet getting tangled immediately.

The humans yelled eagerly, and dropped the net down, where I thrashed, growling in pain, bewilderment, and fear. "Target captured." A man said into a machine. "Coming back to base." They dragged the net back into the truck, easily tossing me into the back, despite my size. After all, I was in my ghost form.

As the doors shut, I realized two things.

One was that the net was made of plastic. How did they know...?

The second was that Parker, the boy that I had trusted, had betrayed me.

I got to get back - I can't be beat and that's a fact

I struggled to sit up, but the net was meant to be heavy, and every time I moved I got even more tangled. Eventually, panting and exhausted, I flopped onto my side, letting myself go limp. The humans were in the front of the car, and I got not make out their voices. I hated this, hitting my head on the floor on bumps and being unable to move.

When the doors were thrown back, I was dragged out, landing hard on the dusty ground. I felt a hand softly stroke me, and I stiffened as I recognized Doctor Nexivyle Ta'ars scent. Was I back at the labs? God, no... Life can't be that cruel! I whimpered, the net twisting my legs into a tangled series of knots.

"Let it out. I can take it from here," Doctor Nexivyle said to the humans who had captured me. I was tossed out of the net, bruised and hurt. I lay limply where I had fallen, realizing that I might be about to be discontinued for my disobedience. I stiffened as the van drove away. It was time to pay the price.

"Come on, get up."

I stumbled to my feet, and followed Doctor Nexivyle, with my head bowed. I didn't try to get an idea of what my surroundings were like, so I was surprised when I walked on lush grass and heard the shrieks of children. "I'm sorry we had to capture you, but it's for the best." Nexivyle said softly. "This isn't a lab. It's a rehabilitation center for Tracker Dogs. Here, you won't have any rules. There won't be any more tests, and you will be taken better care of."

I stiffened, lifting my head to taste the air. This wasn't the lab. But I could smell tracker dog scent quite clearly. I hurled myself at the wall, easily jumping through, and was in a area filled with tracker dogs. I leaped through another room, filled with kids and families.

I wondered what they wanted me to do. I wandered the center for a few days, curious to see what happened here. It happened that one day a new group of people were visiting. I was leaping through a wall, and landed in front of them. "What is that?" Gasped someone. "A demon?"

"No. Just a tracker dog." The tour guide said. I flicked my ears, but then a soft voice asked if it was for adoption. I pricked my ears, wondering the same myself. "Yes. Right now it refuses to be tamed, but once we start, it will be for military purposes."

I stiffened, and my jaw clenched. Military purposes? I was not a bomb to do whatever I was told! I jumped outside, sailing through the wall, and went to a hiding place to cry. (Instead of tears, I drooled)

I was tossed back into my old world, filled with fear, loathing, and hate. I guess I was never going to have what I wanted, a secret hope that I could be a house pet. But I was so large...

It would never work.

It's OK - I'll find a way

I started hiding all day, avoiding everyone, when I noticed people talking about 'a new amazing Tracker dog for adoption.' It did not take long for me to realize it was me. I started to watch everyone who wanted me. Some were ok, but others I hated. I was the most horrified when a general from the army wanted me. I made sure to change his mind. I was not meant for war.

It happened that one day a new person started to try out for me. She had a sharp, clear scent to her, and I kind atmosphere. I pricked my ears, and listened as she stated what she wanted me for. A guard dog. It sounded like se had a large family, and wanted me to guard their house.

As she talked, I relaxed a little. She wasn't an army jock at least. Maybe... just maybe... I could learn to trust again. I padded quietly after her, wondering what my future will be like. I hoped it was a great one.

~FIN~

...for now...

*The writing in italics is the lyrics in Mirage's theme song (You can't take me). I take no credit in writing them.*

[ruby5602]

Congratulations, Ruby~

Thank you, LCD. <3 I'll make sure he always has a good home with me. :)