Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

[morris.]

Pulling my forms out of the competition.
Good luck everyone!

[Irios Atelis]

=TRACKER DOG APPLICATION SERIES 22=

A very quiet and self-absorbed Tracker. He prefers to be alone, but, quite unusually, he adores listening to others stories and going to historical places

=Username=
xX-Nix-Xx

=Tracker Dog you want=
ID: #75

=Name you'll give it=
Pyrotechnic
Otherwise called Pyro.
Pyrotechnics is the manufacturing of fireworks; I chose this name based on the striped designs on the legs and belly because they remind me of fireworks.
His method also resembles Fireworks as he is explosive and loud at his choosing but otherwise he is silent and watchful, most are overwhelmed when he goes into this explosive mode.

=Reason why you want it=
GENERAL
When I first looked over the series #77 took over my attention, I didn’t give much thought to 75, that was until I got bored at school and started to draw him, he was so much fun to draw and I fell in love instantly, knowing that he was the one I was going for!

APPEARANCE
I am a sucker for dark designs!
On my phone I have his image saved (Removed if I don’t get him). Because of his transparent background it turned the background black, making it look like he really was part of a skeleton, at least on his back.
I love the stripped pattern on his legs and belly, as I said it makes him look as if he has fireworks exploding around him, it has always been an old idea of mine that was a tracker with firework markings and here it is!
I love his light orange tongue and ears, I have always loved those colours on a tracker, it gives him a scary appearance!

PERSONALITY
What can I say?
I just love the fact that he can be a little self-absorbed and shall we say vain?
His personality goes perfectly with his dark and slightly mysterious appearance that goes with it. His interest in historical things gives him a feel that although his pride would be an obstacle, it is a recipe for an older wiser Tracker, Pyro believes he can learn from the past and be better prepared for the future.
So far this has led him to come up with unique ways of dealing with things that many others wouldn't think of.
It amuses Alexandria as she is usually two steps ahead of the game, to see how Pyro reacts to individual situations.
It’s also cool how he loves to listen to stories, the race of faeries have very many to offer him and he enjoys their visits greatly as they usually have amazing stories to tell.

STORY IDEAS
Pyro is perfect for my 'Artemis Fowl' Fan-fiction in which a young girl (Alexandria Perfentis), A child genius who calls herself a modern day Robin Hood, coming up with complex or sometimes simple when the mood hits, plans to rob criminals and large banks of their money, usually depositing it into children charities as such.
Although some may be concerned that the part she takes most joy in is the proses of taking the money.

Alexandria has recently discovered a race of faeries living underground, hiding by their advancements in technology. After a few misunderstandings with the faeries police force (LEPrecon), the faeries have decided to count Alexandria and her body guard Tora as friends of the race.
That's not to say everything is peaceful though.

Pyro accompanies Tora and Alexandria on their various little explorations, usually called upon to help in a plan or to help protect Alexandria, the tracker enjoys traveling as one of the common jobs they are called to do is recover museum artefacts that have been stolen.
Not to mention his companions are friends with the world’s oldest race...

TORA’S OPINION
“Well let’s see… Pyro just seemed the best suited out of the three, Trackers are very exclusive and hard to get although honestly I’m not surprised that Alexandria was able to find this place. Number seventy-six seemed a bit creepy and was too boisterous; a calmer companion would be needed at the mansion. Number seventy-seven honestly seemed like it would rather not have anything to do with me, I saw it walk through a wall which quite honestly un-nerved me although never tell Alexandria I told you that.
When I saw Seventy-Five there was a sort of connection, mostly based on respect, neither knew the other but we both knew this was someone we could respect. I was quite happy when LCD suggested I take him for a ‘test run’ It was amazing, he responded to all my commands!
I think he will do well in our various… Shall we say adventures?”

=PYROTECHNICS FILE=

Name: Pyrotechnics
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Species: Tracker Dog
Sub-Species: Normal
Height: 65cm at the withers
Weight: 70lbs
Coat: Short, Smooth

=Will it be used in any kind of story?=
Pyro will definitely be involved in many short stories I make with my characters; I am planning on using them more around Chicken Smoothie so you will see him in several pieces of art and RP’s as well as the stories.
In the stories he is Tora Noxas partner. Tora’s job is to be a body guard for the 12 year old child genius Alexandria Perfentis. In the time they spend at the mansion of the Perfentis family. Pyro roams the halls hand makes sure of no intruders. He accompanies the pair through their many adventures and proves essential to their success.

=Describe its personality=
Pyro is quite proud of whom he is and doesn’t take kindly to others telling him off. For this reason he responds well to positive reinforcement and if he gets something wrong, a gentle nudge in the right direction. Enjoys people knowing his pride but is held back by his dislike to be the centre of attention.

Pyro can be a bit vain, he thinks quite highly of himself and won't really let anyone tell him otherwise but despite this he still looks to Tora for reassurance but once he has the confidence that he knows what he's doing he'll try to make you think he knew the whole time, usually acting a bit over the top but hey! Who's to tell him that right?

Pyro gets his observation skills from the many stories he has been told, through them all it has become clear to him that observation is what eventually leads to successes, remembering this he has leaned to enhance his skills of observation. He is naturally quiet and this helps him see things that others would usually miss.

When forced into a fight Pyro can be quite unpredictable which is one of the things that give him his name, he will go into a series of ferocious snaps and barks, this is the only time be becomes loud as he is a naturally quiet Tracker. He usually overwhelms his opponents as it is near impossible to predict his next move.

Pyro will go great lengths to protect his people however one must earn his loyalty before he extends it to them, he won’t protect someone just because they’re there. Once you have earned his loyalty you have earned it for life, he won’t ever take it back and will stick by you.

One thing that Pyro can never live down is his tendency to be a bit jumpy, often spooking at shadows and freaking out over the littlest surprises, his loyalty keeps him rooted to his trainers side but it’s not uncommon to see him trembling after a fright but his pride keeps him challenging anyone who states this to him and may be more prone to snapping in this state.


=Write an introduction for your Tracker=
“Tora, I would like you to find Pyro and bring him to the car” A young girl of twelve with white-blonde hair told the larger, the older girl seemed more mature than most her age but it was clear who had the authority,
“Yes Alex” Tora replied respectfully bobbing her head and walking out through the large interact doors, leaving the computers beeping and whirring behind her,
“Pyro!” She called striding down the hallway, looking into each of the large rooms as she went, everything showed just how rich the family was but there was still no sign of the skeletal tracker she was seeking,
“I think you will find our friends are in the dining room” Alex’s voice told her calmly over the communication system, Tora nodded once, she knew her charge would be able to see her through the many cameras she had to watch over the mansion.

As Tora made her way to the dining room she began to hear a male voice,
“That’s when the troll broke through the wall, tall as a two-story building; you should have seen the faces of the LEP officers…” The voice said with animation as if they were back at that place, Tora smiled to herself as she walked into the room, seeing the normal Tracker, Pyrotechnic, sitting and listening raped to the story the small elf was telling, the elf was tall for his species but was only the height of 12 year old Alexandria, he had dark brown hair and blue eyes that showed laughter and amusement in their depths.
“Hey, Tora!” He greeted her smiling, his full body Lep uniform had several guns attached to the belt, in the corner there was a helmet sitting quietly,
“Hello Charlie, how’s everything going underground?” Tora asked him, a grin stretching across her face as Pyro looked around, his ears pricked happily,
“Good, well that is until Commander Truffle blew a gasket” He replied happily jabbing his thumb in the direction of the helmet which Tora had no doubt held several recordings of the Commanders angry tone. Just then Pyro nudged the elf forcefully on the shoulder causing Charlie to fall flat on his behind, Pyro wanted to hear the rest of the story
“Insistent ain’t he?” Charlie commented getting up off the floor and rubbing the Trackers head “Later”
“Well just now we have a job for him. Stolen museum artifact, the police are paying top dollar for Tracker involvement” Tora replied, she enjoyed helping out the police and she knew Pyro would be especially interested in this one, on cue the Trackers ears pricked up and he looked around, his tail thumping on the floor,
“Well actually that is what I am here for. That artifact is no artifact but a piece of our technology, the tracking device was destroyed in the arctic water it fell in, not to mention the killer whales found it an amusing toy” He told her grinning.
Tora returned his smile; she knew how much the inventor of this technology would enjoy having it mistaken for an artifact.
“While you’re having a nice little chat whomever it is has a nice little piece of technology” Alex observed, walking into the room and causing Pyro to jump, his head darting around in shock, Tora reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder to soothe him as Charlie chuckled.
“Well that’s not the only thing” Charlie stated sheepishly after a moment as Tora raised an eyebrow,
“The thief has run right into a well-known lair of a troll” Alex finished as Pyro flicked up his ears in anticipation, now he might get to play this story for real…

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The crowded city relayed the white noise of the constant chatter of those going to and from work on their daily business, sky-scrapers and other buildings competed for the height advantage.
In all the noise no one noticed the small twelve year old girl with white-blonde hair and a long white dress step out of a black care followed shortly by a fifteen year old girl with jet black hair and emerald eyes, wearing a black singlet top with brown cargo-pants and holding a black briefcase.
The normal Tracker was the last to emerge from the car, his ears flicking nervously as if he disliked being among so many people, his dark fur and white markings only seemed to make him more conspicuous along with his orange tongue, nose and ears it make him quite a target for incredulous looks.
Suddenly an empty coffee cup clattered to the ground beside Pyro making him jump, his ears flicking back and forth wildly trying to catch every sound and process if they were a danger to him, he felt Tora’s firm hand on his shoulder just as she had back at the mansion and he remembered once more why he had wanted to go to her, through everything she stayed calm and in control, her firm hand telling him she wouldn’t let him fall.
Without a word Alex started walking, people made way for her, a little girl walking down the street, what could be cuter? That was until they saw her eyes, her expression was too serious, her eyes too intelligent for a normal girl. Still the older girl following her seemed to be more normal, slim but muscular build, anyone who had the time to notice would see she was placing herself in such a way she would be in the line of all attacks, her eyes mirrored the ears of her tracker, constantly on alert for any danger.
“The Troll is located on the south side of the city, four miles south” Alex said eventually, turning down a side ally, seemingly carefree although her body guard knew that mind would be working out all the risks and how to overcome them.
Tora was about to ask how she intended to get them four miles because she knew for a fact her charge wasn’t going to walk the whole way,
“Did you bring the money?” Alex questioned as if knowing Tora was wondering on this, in response Tora replied promptly,
“Yes”
“Good” The little girl ended the conversation; glad with the fact there was $5000 in the case.

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A little while later they walked into a small house, the paint was peeling and the place was generally dirty, the yellow jeep was a stark contrast to the house as it was gleaming, the water pooling around the wheels told the group it had been freshly washed.
“Weapons?” Tora asked casually,
Pyro took this as a command and broke away from the group trotting toward the jeep he began to sniff around it, looking back, suddenly unsure of himself but Tora’s confident nod sent him strutting around the jeep. Definitely the scent of a human, grubby and un-appealing. The tracker rose on his hind legs, putting his front paws on the side of the jeep, he wasn’t made for stealth so he didn’t worry when his black claws made two puncture holes on the jeep door. Gripping the handle with strong jaws he jerked back away from the car, the door opening obediently.
Pyro jumped inside, sniffing intently, the scent of gun-powder hung in a clear trail, as he worked Pyro snorted, they could have at least made it more of a challenge, taking the pistol from under the drivers chair he turned around,
“Oi! Get out of there you mangy mutt!” A man cried from the open door, looking every much as grubby as he smelled, he shirt must have been white once upon a time but now it was a muddy grey, giving a snarl Pyro launched himself from the driver’s seat, across the passengers and straight at the man who yelped and flung himself backwards in an attempt to dodge the flying animal.
“What is the meaning of this? You don’t offer me payment and send in some dog to destroy my jeep!” The man cried trying to regain whatever dignity he had left, at the same moment he realized Pyro who had given the gun to Tora and was now sitting smugly by his mistresses’ side, was not any dog he had ever seen, while he gawked at the Tracker Alex spoke in a bored tone,
“I brought your money because it is in fact illegal to travel up the path I must go on. I know you hid that gun to destroy evidence of you being up there. Now Tora has the gun and many others you will take us there”
The man brushed of his shirt attempting to recover as he visibly wondered if it was really worth it but eventually he nodded hastily, retreating to his jeep hurriedly.
Tora grinned with amusement; this was the bit she enjoyed the most, when the other realized there was no outsmarting her charge, she followed Alexandria in with Pyro sitting comfortably on her lap as they drove off to face the troll…

[LaChromaticDragonfly]

Please do not make your contest entries in the same post as your adoption form.

Dragngrl:
Could you quote it?
I must've missed it.

[DoctorDraca]

I have a quick question about Tracker #77. Could it possibly have an ability to exorcise ghosts? I have an idea brewing, although I'm not sure if this would be ok.
If not, could he perhaps be able to sense demons?

As I said before, the function of this Tracker hasn't been described, so it's up to you to fill it in. Be creative. If you have a good idea brewing, just write about it. :D

[-Obsidian]

I am referring it as a male, just as it is easier to write.

Tracker Dog Application Series 20

Username:

Indigo.Bronco

Tracker Dog you want:

#77
[seventy seven]

Name you'll give it:

"Finnin"
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'Fin-in'
Originating from Ireland
Meaning: Hansome
Reason: Finnin is, indeed, very hansome - his design is gorgeous, but I personally like the name too; it has quite some meaning.

Gender

None - but referred too as male.

Age

Unknown, though believed to be fairly young.

Reason why you want it:

Finnin is drop-dead gorgeous. His whole anatomy and build is spectacular. His skeletal markings and simple - yet beautiful - colours, combined, give him such a quality. I love how subtle his desgin is, but it can really capture you in such a way.
It's funny - I'm not really sure what makes me love Finnin so much but something really clicked when I first lay eyes on him.
I adore this tracker - he's the most stunning I've ever seen.
If I get him, I promise a home on my character thread with as much attention and love as I can give. Seriously.
I hope you understand. Thank you.

Will it be used in any kind of story?

Definitely. I couldn't let him go a-miss.

Describe its personality:

Likes:
• Solice
• The night
• Silence
• Long walks
• Freedom
• People admiring him
• People fearing him
• Cold weather
• Himself/his appearance

Dislikes:
• Crowds
• Day time (He refuses to go out in the day)
• Loud or sudden noises
• Being confined
• Following instructions
• Being teased or laughed-at
• Rain
• Hot weather

Stubborn

"Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up."
- Anne Lamott

Finnin is dead-stubborn. Once he has made up his mind, very little can change or influence his decision. He prides himself for not having his thoughts edited by other's oppinions, and he generally believes that what he thinks is right. If osmeone does convince him enough to chance his mind, he usually does it as quietly as possible, and occasionaly sulks if he is wrong.

Intelligent

"Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers."
- Janis Joplin

Finnin is of course, a very clever tracker. His mind is very much able to deal with difficult questions and situations, and he has a long-term memory and attention-span. His mind is programmed like a humans - though a little less advanced. He dosen't recognize emotions very well, and only picks-up tones of voice and exaggerated body-language as indications.

Loyal

"A boy can learn a lot from a dog: obedience, loyalty, and the importance of turning around three times before lying down. "
- Robert Benchley

Finnin, like many trackers, is very loyal to those he can trust. The only problem, is he doesn't tend to go around other beings, let-alone trust them. It's a shame, as he would un-falteringly prtotect you and always be at your side.

Shy

"Being a shy person, I always felt strange outside with my camera."
- Kim Weston

Finnin is sort of shy. he never refers to himself as shy, and thinks of himself as one of those who isn't afraid of being alone, but in truth, he is a litttle shy of others. Why? Maybe because he is so different, hes afraid that he may be laughed upon - something he hates grealty. Maybe he does just prefer to avoid people.


Write an introduction for your Tracker:

Finnin

I paced the small utility cuboard, weaving around mops and hovers, stirring thick layers of dust. It's claustrophobic. I feel a gnawing sensation in my belly that I should find a new place to wait-out the day light, but I like the silence of the little compartment. Even my sensitive ears; they only pick up my tread and breathing.
I could slip back through the walls of the facility, never come in here again, but I don't. With a sigh, I finally sit, my head low, examining the concrete floor; my shoulders arched above me. I wonder what time it is, and after a while I just assume it is around midday. I sink down to the floor and rest my muzzle on my forelegs, shaking the quilt of mane on my neck so it rustles a little, and wait for nightfall.

Me

I hurry out of work, dive across the street and weave around the car-park until I find my vehicle. Flushed, I look at my watch: 19:05.
"Damn it," I mutter. I'm late out of work and now I'll be caught in the evening rush.
The engine purrs into life and I steer out of the car-park and down onto the street. Sure enough, traffic build-up comes into view. I swerve through the maze of streets, taking detours until I hit the edge of town. The country road I take is small and you find yourself in the middle-of-nowhere most of the time, and it puts on an extra hour or so to getting home - there again, so would the traffic.
As I trundle down the lanes, I come to a large building. I've never paid much attention to it, but I've always been curiouse. There's a sign by the front. I squint at it, leaning my head against the window. 'What does that say...?' I ask myself.
Suddenly, there's a jolt and the wheel spins out of control. I'm thrown forward, my cheek slamming against something, gore across my face and hands. The last thing I see is the front of the car collide with something, and feel myself hanging against the seatbelt, before I black-out.

Finnin

I slipped out of the utility cuboard - out of the door that was still closed. I pass through another wall and I was hit by the cool, refreshing night air. I stretch, my pale blue skeletal markings glowing a little in the full moon.
As I begin to walk, I sigh peacefully. But something snags my nose. I stop and sniff, inhaling the scents around me. I know the smell - don't I? Not very well, but a distant memory flickers in my mind. 'What is that...?' I swish my tail a little, searching through layers of my mind and memories, trying to find the answer.
As I turn a corner, I stop dead. Before me, a car balances, bonet-down in a deep ditch by the edge of a road, the back hanging in mid-air. 'Blood.' I think. That's the smell.
For a few seconds, I'm torn between investigating the car and whatever horror is inside, or resuming my routine walk. With a hasty sigh, I pad towards the car, my main bristled slightly, tail wavering in uncertainty.
I leap down into the ditch, grimacing in distaste as the shallow, brown water laps at my feet. I hate water; espically rank, muddy, sludge. I always have.
I'm easily high enough to look through the car's smashed window. I see an unconscious figure, slumpped against the sterring-wheel, a dark cut across her cheek.
I hesitate again, looking for a way into the car. I notice the door has become un-hinged from the crash. I push my muzzle through the gap, nudging the door open further.
Ever so carefully, I grip her shirt collar between my teeth and pull her out of the car, laying her on the soft, damp grass. She is still breathing, and she only has concussion and a few cuts. Relieved that the women is alive, I turn to leave, but there's a cough behind me and a strange, gurgling sound. I glance over my shoulder, to see the woman has woken. She stares up at the night sky, her hand against her cheek. Then she slowly turns her head, and her cnfused eyes lay upon me.
I cringe as her eyes widden and she lets out a small shriek. I don't mind her being scared of me, but the noise is horrible to my ears. I flick them back to try and protect them. Letting out a soft growl, I sit to watch what she does.

Me

I struggle against the harsh headache and pain through my cheek and every muscle. My spine is partically sore, but it begins to loosen as I twitch a little. I stare, wide-eyed, at the large, glowing shape a few foot away. What am I hallucinating exactly? Some type of giant canine?
The pale glow hurts my eyes and confuses me further. I must lay there for about an hour, before my mind finally begins to remember things. I speak them out loud in a bid to remember more things. My voice is slurred and dizzy:
"I was late out of work...and I was trying to read something, whilst driving..." I trail off a little. "I crashed, and now I'm out here somehow," I can see the crumped car, the metal glinting in the full-moon. "That's why I ache and have a terrible pain n my head and cheek," I work out. I feel like a five-year-old, trying to work out some maths sum. Then a thought hits me: 'Phone.'

Finnin

I watch with interest as the women fumbles in her pocket, pulling out some device. She press the buttons on it, and it starts to sing-out some strange noise. The women says something to the device, and then puts it away. She turns to me again. "Whatever you are, you can go now. I need to stop seeing things or the medics will think I'm mad, too," She said with a distorted smile.
'So, your rescuer is just a figment of your mind, right?' I reply silently, but I can see why she thinks that. I sigh and slip away into the trees. I can't hide the pleasure across my muzzle. Saving some deluded person obviously isn't as bad as it seems.

[Stray Dog]

. . . wow Tracker 77 is getting a lot of love /isshot

LCD does the horror story for the contest have to involve the Spider Tracker in it? I'm just asking since you didn't specify and I really wanna have a go for him/her ^^;

[Irios Atelis]

I think everyone might be slightly confused as to which number the series is, on the application code it still says 20

Just a heads up

[LaChromaticDragonfly]

Stray Dog:
Yes, it does. ^^;

Nix:
Pffft. ._.
*removes it*

[-A fox-]

Tracker Dog Application
Username:
Tracker Dog you want: #77

Name you'll give it: Kiunzi Kivuli (meaning Skeleton Shade)
Nicknames being the Blue (or Blue), the Phantom (or Phantom), Skeletor, and Silent One.
Reason why you want it: He is amazing. I love everything about him, especially his unique design and his color scheme, which is a really cool take on the skeletal markings. He has a certain style all his own, accented by the way he seems almost completely unlike any other Tracker. He would be an amazing addition to anyone's team of Trackers, and I hope to have him as my first.

Will it be used in any kind of story?: Yes. Definetely yes.
Describe its personality: Kiunzi is very detatched and aloof. He tends to scare people, not usually on purpose, but they generally get scared when he drifts out of the wall next to them. He is always very focused, even if he's in the midst of, say, a bunch of humans who thought they were taking a run-of-the-mill tour of the Tracker facility. They weren't expecting Kiunzi. He never stops trying to do whatever it is he is doing, being very persistent and even stubborn when he has to be. The tempurature around him is cold, and gets colder if he gets angry.(I know he's ungendered but I'll call him a he. He looks like a he to me.)

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

I've done it now, thought Calvin. After closing time in the Tracker facility. If only that pumpkin-looking Tracker hadn't locked me in this closet. They're going to find me in the morning and think I'm trying to steal one!* Then I'm going to get hauled off to jail, and then, and then and th- clik!
The sharp click broke Calvin off his line of thought. It sounded like a claw on the marble floor. What has claws and eats Calvins? ...A lot of things. Calvin was thinking about the specifics when something huge and blue emerged from the wall next to him. Calvin shrieked like a banshee and jumped about 4 feet in the air, unfortunately the closet was only 3 feet taller than him so he hit his head and fell down next to the blue apparition, which looked slightly amused in spite of itself. Calvin grinned desperately. "Hel-lo!" The blue said nothing. Calvin could now see that it was some kind of Tracker, its blue markings glowing faintly in the dark. The strange Tracker's arrival had brought the tempurature in the closet down by a significant amount. "Ah, you're a Tracker." Calvin said. It still didn't respond. Probably it couldn't talk. Or it just didn't understand English. "Hey, Tracker, can you understand me now?" Still it was silent. "Well, it was a long shot. Come on, silent one. Talk to me." It ingnored him. Calvin sighed. "Guess I'm stuck in here until morning. Hey, don't go!" The creature was walking out of the wall again. "Wait! Don't leave me here!"
It left him there.

2 hours later
Calvin was tinkering with what looked like a large watch on his wrist, apparently trying to get it to work. "If this would just... Rrrrrrrgh!" he snarled. "Why do these people have to make their doors and walls out of 3 foot thick marble!?!"

2 hours later later
Calvin was banging his head against the door with a series of dull, hollow thonks.

2 AM
It was freezing in the closet. The marble floors and walls didn't help at all. Calvin was curled up, trying to conserve warmth. Just as suddenly as it had initially appeared, the spectral Tracker fwooshed out of the wall again, its appearance dropping the tempurature down to below zero degrees Celsius. "Oh, it's the silent one back again." Calvin observed, teeth chattering. "You're not helping, Blue." It proffered whatever it was holding toward him. Calvin took the object silently. A blanket. A ginormous fuzzy navy blue blanket that smelled like cold air and darkness. He curled up in it quickly, relishing its warmth. "I don't suppose you have some food too, huh Blue?" The Tracker vanished again, reappearing with a bag that had a steak in it. "Oh, you can read me, can't you Blue?" Calvin grinned. The Tracker sat down, keeping sentry over the strange visitor to his haunt all through the night.

6:30 AM
Tracker Facility operational time
The employee was just going on a customary check of the facility, to see about any problems before it was open to the public. The jack-o-lantern Tracker, affectionally nicknamed Jack by the workers, was barking rapidly and excitedly. What was he so worked up about? Was there something in the closet? Upon opening the closet door, his eyes widened. "Security!" he called. "Security!"

6:40 AM
The security guards were bemused to find a now wide-awake boy crouched in the closet, glaring at them. That wasn't the only strange thing though. The Phantom itself, that ghostly apparition that had been haunting the Tracker facility for several days now, was standing between them and the boy, growling softly. They stared. They debated what to do. They played mah-jong while they waited for the police to arrive. When the police came, they were slightly worried about the sanity of the guards who described the specter and the boy. The police informed the owner of the facility about the incident, told the guards to drink plenty of water and not go on roller-coasters, and drove away.

6:45 AM
Calvin and the silent Tracker watched the police drive away from their hiding place in the decorative shrubbery. "Thank goodness the're gone." Calvin grinned. "If we'dve stood here for much longer, we'd be ficus trees." The Tracker made no sound, but again looked faintly amused. "Look, you," Calvin said eventually, "I've been thinking. Would you like to travel with me? As partners, of course, not as master and hound." The Tracker was still. Or was that almost imperceptible movement a nod? Calvin took it as one. "Brilliant. Of course, you'll need a name. How about Kiunzi Kivuli? It means Skeleton Shade in... well, in one of these human languages." Another nod. Well, not really a nod, but still. "Brilliant. Come on, Kiunzi. Oh, look, over there!" He pointed excitedly across the street. Kiunzi startled as a shape materialized, rectangular in the dawning light. Calvin laughed. "Calm, Blue. Just my friend. Can't wait to show you to him." Calvin bounded toward the box. Ah well, the newly christened Kiunzi thought, he won't be leading me into anything dangerous. Might as well get into shelter before the sun comes up, anyway. He got up and padded toward the box.
His new home.




*Trying to steal a Tracker, not a closet.

Ta dahs!

[orange.c y r u s♥]

Do these Trackers count as a series?
I mean it doesn't say one on. The fourm or front page. Or are these like halloween speciels