Tracker Dog Facility [V 3.0]

[That Weird Dragon]

oh, cos its 9:40 pm here lol, how long aprox. till you think you will?

[Clive]

Gratualtions HornedDragon <3
>our form was lovely, you absolutely deserve Bindi <3


So, i wish everyone good luck who are trying out for #79 <3

[Iridesant]

I want a gift! 8U
Username: Amalthia

Design Gothic
Form: Aerial
Colour scheme: Black, Blood Red, White and Silver
Design patterns: Black base coat, tendrils branching down from the eye sensor to connect in the middle of the chest forming a heart, barbed markings up each leg and one around the muzzle. Wrought iron like markings on the back and wing membranes.
Eye colours/markings: Eyes and barbed markings: Silver. Tendril Markings: Blood Red. Wrought Iron markings: White
Accessories: Spiked bands on the tail, a leg band which starts as a heart then winds round the leg to end in a devil tail tip tis about 4 centimeters long and metal claw enhancers perhaps? Please ^-^
Alternate:

[Nimaine]

I want a gift! 8U
Username:
Nimaine
Design
Form:
Wild
Colour scheme:
Black (background), bright neon cyan blue (or bright neon hot pink, your choice) stripes/circuits, white splotches
Design patterns:
Hmm, so I'm thinking a black background, bright neon cyan blue in stripes or circuitry style, and large white markings with jagged holes to reveal the blue circuits on the black background beneath
Eye colours/markings:
would some kind of visor or visor-like marking be possible? maybe in the color opposite of the stripes? (i.e., hot pink instead of cyan blue)
Accessories:
Not needed at all, but if you're bored and in the mood to draw:
I'm a sucker for robot parts (like a leg, maybe part of an ear) and maybe some hexagonal-based crystal armor or something
Alternate:
I like the original art, but it would be fun to have one paw up, or something simple like that if you're in the mood to draw more

[Clive]

I want a gift! 8U
Username: Aviator

Design

Form: Aerial

Colour scheme:
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Design patterns: The base silver, along the back a black stripe (from the head going down to the tail).
And his stripes (which are long his back also), are blue(could you make them glow please?)
Eye colours/markings: The eyes blue please (the bue that i mentioned in the Colour scheme). His tongue has a crimson/red color (███)

Accessories: A pair of goggles (these for example <3 http://media.animevice.com/uploads/0/3695/179169-aviator_goggles.jpg) and a red (███) collar, on the collar is a lil metal plate (███) with the words "Doppelganger" written on it.

Alternate:If the items are too hard for you, you don"t have to draw them, and if you can"t make the patterns i mentioned before, it wouldn"t be a problem either ^^
Be creative,you don"t have to do the markings "exactly" like i said before

Thank you so much in advance and for doing this awesome christmas event!
Merry Christmas <3

[DoctorDraca]

Tracker Dog Application

Username: Wolves Run Free
Trainers name: Dana
Tracker Dog applying for: seventy-nine, or 79.
Name seventy-nine is assigned: Nightmare
Job assigned: FBI force
Information about the job: Classified information.

Gender of creature: Female
Creator: Nex
Form: Normal
Age: Two years
Height: 83 centimeters
Weight: 62 pounds
Known information on habits and work:

A very silent canine. She minds her steps and never barks unless she's warning her handler. She's observant and very clever. Her markings glow at will, making her easier to spot in a darker area. When this glow is dimmed, she's next to impossible to spot at night, making her a nocturnal Tracker. Even though she may seem distant, she loves affection as much as any dog and will return this affection too.

Reason why tracker dog is being assigned this person: Design- Nightmare has a stunning design, filled with mystery, violence, and hope. They match her personality, and how much glows is simply beautiful. Temperament- Loving, quiet, smart, this tracker dog has it all. WIth a stoic face and a open heart, she steals your admiration and runs away with it. It matches her new job, and she would fill many other jobs as well. Colors- The purple, gray, and black make it appear as if she has appeared fro The Twilight Zone. A air of mystery accompanies her. That, and purple is just such a cuuuuteee color!!! <333
Not to mention I have been after these beautiful dears for a while, and at first number eighty looked great. But the more I looked at him, the more I didn't feel like he would fit what I had in mind. And he was sure to get a loving home- already a lot of people appeared like they were going to go for him. And then I noticed this gorgeous tracker dog, and I looked up to see who wanted her so far. It stunned me that no one had yet, and I felt a weakness for her start to grow.
FROM DANA'S VIEW: Hey, how did reporters get in my room? What? You want to know about Nightmare? And why her? Well what can I say? I was pressured into getting a dog. PRESSURED. Not wanted. I mean, dogs are so messy and annoying and this one glows. -_- And she... well she does look cool, and guess she looks pretty cool. But don't get the wrong ides there!

Will it be used in any kind of story? Heck, yeah. I am thinking of a small story about her already, one that includes the mystery of were-wolves and the like. And I am thinking of just another story about all of my canine characters anyways <333

Describe its personality:

NOTE: Viewed by FBI Agent Dana, In the middle of the briefing at the bottom about the tracker. See notes.

Personality Blog; Personality 1-
Trait: Thoughtful and smart

From trainers view~
The normal canine stood, watching the learning games with its sensors. It's ears were pricked, and its markings glowed softly. I scribbled down Timid on my special clip board when it took a step back, and the scientist standing behind me cast a nervous look at the paper. He did need to be nervous- The other canines were inappropriate for my kind of work. And if this one didn't work, my corporation would not help pay for their research. I trained my eyes on the creature again; it seemed to be shivering slightly. Was it one of the scared ones? That wouldn't work. Then it bounded towards the ball they were trying to show the beast how to get it into the hoop, and easily bit the ball, trotted over, and dropped it in front of our shocked eyes. Without a word, I crossed out Timid on my paper.

Personality Blog; Personality 2-
Trait: Observant

From trainers view~
Next they tested the creature, called seventy-nine, by a trap room. By trap room, I meant a room filled with sleeping darts, closing walls (made of elastic, just in case) and every other trap you can think of. The scientist beside me quietly pointed out a pattern with all the traps, how they moved, how they were disarmed. None so far had made it completely through, but they could go far into the room. The tracker dog quietly watched the machines, like before, before running forward. She did a small belly slid, kicking her hind legs for direction. In front of our amazed eyes, she avoided almost all the traps, until the walls closed in on her and paused when she was tightly wedged between the soft sides, scrabbling to go forward. Her percentage completed was 82%, while the normal was 37%. The trick was like they had told me, but she never got up and ran at the point she was stopped at. But it was a marvel she had seen that.

Personality Blog; Personality 3-
Trait: Hardy

From the trainers point of view~
They flipped the switch and released the dog from the trap, and by then I was most curious about this creature. It had potential, I will give it that. They hooked a vest around it's legs, and it sniffed the leash curiously. They led it to a tread mill, and turned it on at a slow walk. The dog started, its glow pulsing in the narrow room. It started to pant as they kept turning it up, and they placed a mattress behind the treadmill. When the dog creature was running as fast as it could, tongue flying past it, it was panting loudly. For thirty-two minutes it ran at top speed, faster than any human could have run. Then it stumbled, and was dumped onto the mattress. It looked up at us- or it smelled up at us, as I couldn't see any eyes, but it seemed to grin before it plopped its head back down on the mattress.

Personality Blog; Personality 4-
Trait: Trusting

From the trainers point of view~
It was on the fourth trial I encountered a problem with this canine. They were showing it to different people, wearing protective gear. They stood menacing, but called the canine in a soft voice. To see if it trusted people perhaps too easily. And to everyone's surprise, it trotted over and nudged the guy hopefully. He frowned, then smacked the dog. It wouldn't hurt too bad, but it made a loud noise and hurt the dogs ear on purpose too. The canine whined, and hid behind the person supervising, before it was shooed to a different person wearing the gear. And to my surprise, it happened again and again. The dog even seemed to guess they would hurt her, but it just went to the people hopefully. It took twelve tries to get her to growl when a new guy came out to her.

Personality Blog; Personality 5-
Trait: Affectionate

From the trainers point of view~
Despite the canines flaw, she looked like she could be trained to work as an excellent FBI canine. The last test was to see if she could take to me- a simple test but could decide the outcome completely. I strode into the small pen, and the tired and quiet little girl pointed her muzzle t me like she had eyes. I crouched, and called her in my command voice. Seventy-nine's ears went up, and she stiffened, so I lost the brisk tone in my voice. Then I called again. This time her tail wagged once, and she got up and trotted over to deliver a huge lick on my face. I picked her up gently (she weighed quite a bit but I was used to lifting heavy things in my job) and turned to the scientist. "I'll take her."

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

human~ black
tracker dog~ purple

I sat stiffly at my desk, flipping through papers in my hand with recent cases needing to be finished, and sighed tiredly. "Too many crooks, paranoia activity, and everything else to take care of." I reached out and picked up a small name tag reading 'DANA- FBI AGENT' in clear, bold letters. When I had first been accepted into the FBI I had been so excited, but now I was tired and bored. I turned and absently punched in some numbers into my phone, and picked it up.
"Agent 2, I was hoping you would call. Did you know that a criminal apparently has invented this machine that transforms living matter into a different creation? She robbed a science lab an hour ago and turned the scientist into rabbits. Rabbits, I say!" A male voice told her, it's voice thick with emotion. "I'm calling off your other missions, give them to Agent 92, okay? I need you to work on this case, quick! This could be a disaster!"
I tried to interrupt. "But, sir, I'm busy, can't you give Agent-"
"No, no, no!" My boss said, whose name was actually Carlos. "You are one of the best, you can do it fine!"
"But sir, I am so busy, the cases take so long to solve, and the police are too busy as well, can't you-"
"Its an order, Agent 2. And if that is your problem, than why not get a dog? Dogs are nice. In fact, dogs are great. Yes, a German Shepard should help you with this case too, I can send you one, so..."
"No! I don't want one of those dogs."
"It would help..."
"No way! They shed everywhere, are dumb, and always get themselves lost or killed!"
There was silence on the other line for a moment. Then, a simple statement.
"I can get you a better one."

The hand that stroked me was firm and warm. I bumped her hand with my head, politely asking to be scratched in my favorite place. The human laughed, her other hand reaching up to scratch behind my ears. What was her name? I didn't really remember. She was just a scientist, one of the many who took care of me. I just had to know who to avoid and who to ask for affection. This was one of the later ones.
The doors opened with a whirling sound, automatically swinging open as foot steps walked in. I has smelled her coming, and new Creator was here. I twitched my ears in greeting, and hoped up onto the table where she checked me for some odd two-legged reason. I wouldn't know what exactly.
"Doctor Nexivyle Ta'ar," the person who had been petting me said quietly. "Is there any news?"
I could feel their eyes on my, and the hazy picture of two green botches were moving towards the table.
"Apparently the FBI wants one. I got a call earlier, and an agent is over here looked at eighty and seventy-eight, who are in the large test and practice area." The Creator sounded delighted and sad, and I wondered what was going on. Even now I only understood a bit of their speech to know a fellow Tracker was leaving soon. I hoped it would be eighty- he was always boasting about his flight skills. But he was fun to be with, always getting into trouble.
"We receive a grant if they pick one and take it, but the agent already has not taken to the others. Despite that we aren't done with seventy-nine, I think they will take her."
"....oh."

How had Carlos managed to get me here? The question swam in my head, and I realized I honestly had no clue. I guess I was curious at how a dog can be 'better.' I had jumped to the conclusion they were specially trained dogs, because everyone where I worked thought German Shepard's were the best police dog, although some people doubted it.
I couldn't have been more wrong about a German Shepard, but in the end I guess they were specially trained.
The smiling girl that was showing me her 'dogs' brought me to a huge room, and pulled out the oddest canine's I have ever seen. I had just stared, waiting for the pun of this joke. But it hadn't been. And one of the dogs could fly- really fly! While the other could swim like a fish. Even so, I wanted a more... I don't know, normal one? And I didn't like the others personalities. I was sure they would drive me crazy. I had thought that was it, and had turned to leave, but the lady quietly said there was one more.
And then they brought her.
She was a smooth coat, with no wings or fins, but she was a plain gray-purple with black markings. And she glowed bright purple.
At first I thought she looked odd- she was glowing, for crying out loud! But as I continue watching her, I felt a soft spot for this dog start to plant, root, and grow. (SEE PERSONALITY BLOG FOR INFO)
She was it.
The scientist looked sad and happy as they let the dog- no, Tracker Dog, leave. I had picked her up, and she lay limply, her ears swiveled backwards towards the scientist. I put her in the back seat of my black, car, and drove off.

It's my turn. I hadn't thought it would happen so soon. I had done the tests before, but not for people not living here each day. I could feel her eyes on me, and I felt uncomfortable being watched.
As the training went on, I wondered why I was going and not the others. Was I being punished? But then I realized with cold thoughts that it was my time to go, to leave.
When she called me, I realized what was going to happen if I went. And she sounded so scary!
But the scientists wanted me to go. I knew that. And so I went with her, leaving my old life behind.

As I approached the FBI building, I glanced back. The dog was laying in the back, its tongue hanging out. It seemed to guess we were here, for it sat up and swiveled it's head around. All of a sudden it's markings dimmed and faded, and it looked like an almost normal dog. Almost.
I leaned over to the small black box that had numbers on it and typed in 725384923, before scanning my finger print. The gates remained shut, instead the ground my car was on was lowered, so I entered a tunnel. The building was actually just an empty decoy- our real base was underground. I parked in one of the pockets in the wall for this purpose, and the dog hopped out. She seemed completely at ease with the tunnel, and she faded into the darkness like it welcomed her.
"Like a nightmare," I muttered to himself softly, straining my eyes to look for her. "A living nightmare."
As if on command, her markings started to softly glow, marking everything with a shade of light purple. I strode forward, and she followed quietly. Soon we were in front of an elevator.
The doors slid open, and we padded in. The buttons glowed orange, and on command the elevator lurched up. Nightmare, for that was what i decided to call her, stiffened, her head facing the doors. She let out a small growl as they opened, the first sound I had heard her make since I chose her.
Of course Carlos stood there, a smile flashing on his face. "Ah, you got one!" He strode over with the air of a professional, and leaned down to stroke Nightmare, who titled her head up and leaned against him. Her glowing markings seemed to pulse, creating an eerie affect. Carlos seemed enchanted by it, and stared at me. "Did you name it?"
I felt myself blush. "Her? Yes, um, her name is Nightmare."
"A good name for her."
"...yes."
"Well, know you have her, I expect you to get to work on the case at once."
"..."

The vest felt scratchy against my skin, covering my front chest. I couldn't tell the color, but it was made of stiff leather, with double straps across the chest and an attached collar. A leash tugged my neck back into the tunnel, and out of instinct I allowed my markings to dim. Of course the darkness did not bother me- I couldn't see light anyway. But I could tell if it was dark in these tunnels by how closed they were, and if there were any human-suns around.
We didn't take the car again. I only knew it was called 'car' because I lived with humans my whole life. Lesser dogs call it a monster- how silly. I nudged the girls leg, hoping to be rubbed, but she only nudged me away and muttered something I couldn't hear.
She pulled me into another door, this one smelling like the lab I had grown up in. I suspected this was the same concept. Inside another human came up to girl, and handed her a bag. I watched the humans hunched over tables, wishing I could see more color than heat vision. Then girl leaned over and pushed a piece of cloth in front of my nose.
"Pick up the scent," she said calmly in that stiff voice. I obediently smelled the cloth, and smelled a human female, around the height of humans lives. A faint smell of rabbits were there, too. I wagged my tail, and was pulled back to the car. We hopped in and drove off.

As I turned into the suspected area, I heard a rustle as Nightmare sat up. From a distance, the small white building with exactly twelve windows looked like a school, clean and dull. "Who would had thought to guess they had once had one of the most wanted anti gravity machines?" I muttered to herself.
The door squeaked when I opened it, and Nightmare scampered in before me, ears purposely pricked for noise. If I hadn't been so wary, I would have laughed at her cute concentration. The smell was of smoke and the silence was so heavy feeling it felt like the room's air weighed 300 pounds. The room was pitch black, the lights off, so when I entered the room I ran into Nightmare, who's markings were out cold, and her body stiff. I turned and searched the wall for a light switch, and shut my eyes as I flicked it on. When I was sure my pupils had adjusted, I opened them again and realized why Nightmare had stiffened.
Rabbits.
Not a few here or there, but about two hundred rabbits were hopping around in alarm. I felt sick to my stomach when I realized these were the scientist. Beside me, Nightmare stiffened even more and then nudged me hard opening her mouth and howling and barking urgently at me.
"Shhhhh, Nightmare, what is it? You haven't barked like this before." I asked her, the silence shattered by the two of us. Nightmare seemed to be pleading with me to leave, but I ignored her. "It must be she doesn't like labs," I said. "Or rabbits."
After an hour, I gave up.There was no evidence. But the anti gravity machine was indeed gone. I turned around, expecting to see Nightmare, but she wasn't there. I shrugged, figuring she went to explore or wait by the door. I whistled like the scientist had shown me, and was surprised when she didn't appear. And all of a sudden I had a very, very bad feeling.
"Nightmare?" I called, running now, gasping for breath. Rabbits scattered in front of me, but I was frantic now, because I knew something was wrong. "NIGHTMARE!"

It had happened so quickly. One moment I was walking quietly behind the girl, the next a net tossed over me and I hand clamped around my snout. I had kicked and struggled, but an iron muzzle was forced on my face and I was unceremoniously dumped into a bag and dragged off.
And here I was, trapped in a trunk. I growled angrily, furious with myself. I should have warned the girl better! But she couldn't have known they were waiting for us, lurking in the dark. I hoped she was okay.
I couldn't say the same for myself.

My tires had been slashed. I had found the doors locked in the lab and had had to break a window to escape. And now I was stranded anyways. Blood trickled from a glass cut, and I felt exhausted from my dash for Nightmare. I opened my cell phone and quietly asked for an agent to pick me up. By now I knew I would probably never see Nightmare again, and for some odd reason this pained me greatly. I had grown to like the little dog in the brief time I had got to know her.
When the rain started to drip down, I felt tears coming on. I tried to hold them so I wouldn't cry, but they slipped through my squeezed shut eye lids and pattered on the ground, unnoticeable in the rain.

I was allowed into a small pen, and by then I was already thinking of escape. I suspected these humans wanted me out of the way, because it was an iron dog carrier with a heavy weight tied to it. I didn't know what it meant, but I had a pretty good idea of the outcome.
I obediently crept into the cage, knowing I couldn't fight the strong male watching me. I stoically sat down, wishing I was anywhere else. The cage door was clanged shut, and I stiffened as three people picked it up, two for the main cage and one for the weight. The ground creaked as they walked on it, and it smelled strongly of wood. I heard water rushing below us, and realized what they were doing.
No! I scrambled up, but the humans laughed. Then they rested it on the rail separating me from my watery death, and kicked the cage. As I plummeted, I was shaking I scrambled to the latch and unsuccessfully tried to open it before I hit the water.
The water was freezing, and I was knocked off of my feet. The rapid water current dragged the cage forward, but it was sinking fast, making me choke and splutter when I swallowed water. I was gaining speed, and I couldn't smell anything but wet Tracker dog and water.
So I wasn't expecting it when the cage rammed into a huge rock. It started to sink, and I panicked, but as I pawed at the bars in a last futile attempt, my paw didn't meet bars. Instead it swooshed through a small opening. I was gasping now, swallowing water as I jammed my body out and into the current where I was scared at being rammed into rocks like my crate.
It was very lucky that I ran into a boat and was scooped out. I couldn't tell who did it, but I licked their hand as I vomited up water before collapsing into a deep sleep.

I was staring out the window, silent as ice. A soft knock came from my door, but I ignored it. The door opened anyway, and Carlos peeked in. He was holding something in his arms, and I scowled as whatever it was appeared soaking wet as it dripped onto the wooden floor. "What is it?" I snapped. Carlos blinked, as he knew for the past four hours my mood has been dangerously emotional.
He seemed to search for the right words before answering. "Agent 2... I mean Dana." He offered a small smile. "I want you to... take a temporary break from your job..." He rushed on as I stiffened. "No, no! It isn't like that. I think you could help train the newest member of our team..."
"Why should I?" I snapped, my voice cracking. "I failed the last mission almost immediately! I should quit anyways."
Carlos smiled. "Actually, the target was captured thirty minutes ago by a half dozen cops and seventeen FBI agents. Luckily they figured out how to help the scientist turn back into their original forms, so it's okay. Even then, the guys had a bunch of trouble catching her. It was that hard, it was my fault." He placed the dripping wet thing on the floor. "This is for you," he called over his shoulder as he left. "Take care of it on your one month break."
I snorted, and turned around to look out the window for a long moment. Then I sighed and stood to look at the thing he had left behind. It was gray and black and looked surprisingly like... no it couldn't be....
"Nightmare? Nightmare!" I rushed over to the sleeping Tracker Dog and pulled her close. She woke up and offered me a lick on the cheek, and before I knew it I was once again sobbing. I really needed to get a hold on my emotions, but today was a bit crazy for me. "Nightmare, I'm sorry, it won't happen again..." I whispered to her. She twisted her head and seemed to look at me, nuzzling my face. Then she laid her head on my lap and relaxed into sleep once more.

I love this form. <3
Congrats, Wolves. C:

[Clive]

Congratulations Wolves Run Free <3

[CaptainHiccup]

xD I had a feeling you would win xP

congrats!

<3 ChiCha

[diamonds;;]

i - w a n t - a - g i f t ! 8U

username::
-miss.lilly.

d e s i g n

form::
the tracker will take the form of a huge and monsterous wild tracker

colour scheme::

the base pelt will be - b l a c k -

all his markings will be - b l u e -

design patterns::
click
this tatoo will run down his front left leg.
click
above his right eye
and waves of blue along his tail

eye colours / markings::
see above ^

accessories::
a metal paw and a ear - phone

alternate:

[Angua]

congrats wolves! your form is so great!