Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Chara Dreemurr]

The.... Perfect tracker.
Tracker Dog Application Series 1
Username:
Ravenmoon
Tracker Dog you want:
#3, the aquatic one.
Name you'll give it:
Havet-Mar (Sea in two languages. Havet is one word, Mar is the other. Pronounced Ha- vet Mer.)
Reason why you want it:
Love. Love at first sight. It's colors, and the fact that it is an 'auquatic' makes it perfect. Also, it's job (Finding treasure) makes it even better.
I have always adored trackers, and I hope one day to own the perfect one.
What is it that makes me want her? I don't know. Perhaps those beautiful colors, those beautifully muscled legs, her wonderful tail, that curving tongue of hers? All of these are some reasons, yet how do you know why you love something wonderful?
Will it be used in any kind of story?: Probably, featuring in one where it goes off in an epic adventure, and finds this ancient piece of artifact, with scrawls on it, leading to something even better.
Describe its personality:
Havet- Mar is quite odd. She dislikes working, yet she will do it if you turn it into an adventure. Her powerful legs were made to swim, and she loves racing people. Cheerful and playful, Havet- Mar is happy- go- lucky, and her favorite move is to play bow. She loves fooling around, and is quite intrigued by brightly colored fish, especially yellow ones. She will attempt to start playing with them, by doing the play bow, but she will swim away, disappointed when the just swim away, minding their own business.
If Havet- Mar is sad, or even depressed, she shall stand away. She will be aloof and show obvious signs of being sad, such as not eating, or not sleeping. She shall do what is needed of her, but without any enthusiasm or even the slightest speck of happiness.
Write an introduction for your Tracker:
(With Absolut)
The beach. The beautiful beach. I walked along the golden sand, feeling it running through my mint green and brown paws, the heavy sun beating on my back. I sat down luxuriously as a cat, tail wrapped around my paws as to keep it from getting the thin canine digits from freezing, and stared at the horizon. The golden- orange sun lay lazily in the distance, sending a beautiful shaft of gold running across the green sea, as a lover runs to his true one. I sighed contentedly, and lay down, my head on my paws. I smiled to myself. This had been a good trip, I thought to myself as the fresh breeze turned onto me and entered my nose.
I had crossed the country, with a friend. I had never had any idea they let canines in an airplane! But it had had to be enjoyed. The view of being higher up had made me feel powerful.

I don't know when I closed my eyes. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I do know that I woke with a start.
"Havet! Det kom fra havet!" I heard a shrill voice cry, and I snapped my eyes open. A couple, taking a walk on the moonlit beach. The female looked frightened, and so did the male. I was too certain they were tourists, as was I.
What time was it? This time, it wasn't the sun who sent a shaft, but the moon's glow. My friend had been sick today, so he couldn't come to the beach. The 'hotel', also known as 'the den', was only a minute away from here, and I was supposed to come back before the sun set. Yet I was intrigued by the screaming couple.
The female held onto the male's arm, and he was pointing toward the sea.
"Det Havet!" The male yelled shrilly, and that's when I decided to look to where he was pointing.
Havet. Sea.
Havet meant sea.

A terrible black shape stood up against the moon. It looked like a dog, with sharp claws, and things on it's back. It seemed to blot out the moon. I could see it's powerful muscles, which could crush a dog. It's claws seemed to leave ragged cuts in the air. It's sharp ears, almost as big as it's head. And it's eyes, glowing. Four blueish eyes, two bigger ones under smaller ones.

And it sneezed. As it shifted, I could see her cheerful, yet robotic face. Her tongue was sticking out, leaving her with a somewhat silly appearance. I chuckled, and noticed my muscles were clenched in a running position, the fur on my hackles spiked up. I relaxed my tense muscles, and felt my fur lie flat. She meant no harm.
It jumped playfully down to a play bow, and cocked her head sideways. "I dare ya!" her doggish grin said. I tentevaly jumped down. She ran. I ran after her.

(Havet- Mar)
I lifted myself out of the water. I shivered. What how did I get here? Last thing I remembered was being on a ship.
It was a tough ship, a ship that brought us to the middle of the ocean.
I looked ahead.
We were on a trip, my master and I, to find an old ship. Titanic.
I saw another dog, smelling of candy, and with a small trace of puppy scent. The sweet scent gave me memories. There was a shrieking couple.
We were so sure that the Titanic was there.
The other dog froze, and tensed as if to run.
My owner leaned out, to check the dark waters.
I sneezed, and did a play bow. When she responded, I started to run.
My master turned to me gravely.
I felt free as I ran along with this new dog
The widely famous archaeology doctor, my master, whispered.
I leaped in the air, the air whooshing past me. I felt free!
"Tricked" As soon as those words left my master's lips, a hoard of men carrying things that could be used as weapons burst out.
I halted suddenly. The memories flew past my mouth. "Weapons... Burst... Out. hurt..."
A man hit my master's head, hard. It made my master fall unconscious. Soon, my head registered a sharp blow. Slightly unconscious myself, I got heaved into the freezing, trashing waves. So was my master.

(Absolut)
I looked at her. Whispering notes came out. I felt slightly scared, for those word were unattached, an I had no idea what she was talking about. She smelled of the soft sighing see breeze, and of fish. I felt reassured by her presense, but this made me feel nervous. The sighing wind whistling past my ears, I asked a single question: "What's your name?"
She stared, and if she had had eyes they would have been wide, into the ground.
"Hello, Absolut. I'm Havet- Mar."

(Hehe... If I win her, I will continue the story, and how she knows Absolut)


(Deseased owner)
June 13
I have heard of a dog, trackers. Perhaps this will be good. Perhaps there will be one to help me. I shall check I out, as they say in the police 'biz'. I have not been one for many years now, ever since I changed jobs. Hey, the risk and danger was just too much.

June 20, 1990
I think I may have found one. I went there, and there were many; blue, green, reds and whites. There also were types. Aquatic would be great!

July 1
One caught my eye. Grey with blue stripes and eyes. Beautiful creature, tough and funny. It brightened up my day.

July 3
I learned more about her. I learned she was female, and specialized in finding treasure. Hmm, useful. I don't know if I should buy her. What does she eat? Where should she be?

July 19
I bought her. Who could resist those eyes? And besides, she does not seem hard to keep. But for my aquarium.... I should have known!

August 1
She seems to be great here! She can make anyone happy, yet she is kind of clumsy. One of my vases is broken! Well, she is just a puppy!

October 15
She seems to be improving! I decided to name her Havet- Mar, which means sea. Havet- Mar jumped in my pool and scarred the bottom, this is the first time I've brought her outside. She automatically jumped in the pool, she's just so cute!

October 22
I have reports coming in from some sights of what might be treasure! I think I should check it out. Havet- Mar recognizes her name now. I had brought her to a beach, and hid coins and such in the sand. She found them. I think she's ready. I'm waiting, just for awhile.

November 26
It's soon going to be winter. I'm waiting until summer to see what might be treasure. A person has offeded me a ride, saying that they pinpointed it.

June 13
And we are off! The boat has just left, bringing us to our destination. The titanic?
The ship Havet- Mar and I were on was a good ship. And, now as I write this, I see the sun slowly lifting, and I am gently stroking her. Havet- Mar seems to enjoy it.

Desire
A sliver of a grim smile
A glinting blade extended
A quick jab was all it needed
To awaken the monster inside

[Canadian Toast]

A new thread to stalk! I'll wait for an opening in upgrades...

[To Kill The Necarae]

Horray! A new thread and more trackers!

I love them <3

[Oddly Shaded]

I want an upgrade!
Username; ~*Oddly Shaded*~ (I used to be Shadepup)
Link to old Tracker: Sleeper
New form: I'd like him to be a stealth tracker
Any aditional details (such as very minor colour changes): Umm, nothing with the colours beside maybe a little white where you think would look good. (e.g. Around the muzzle, and maybe on the paws )

[Archfiend]

Tracker Dog Application Series 1
Username: Shadowkitten
Tracker Dog you want: 1
Name you'll give it: Claudius
Reason why you want it: Something about him made me really draw towards him. He has simple markings, but he doesn’t need a lot of complication to look really cool. I really like the colors, the red and the black. And the simple touch of blue on his ears, tongue, and back help with the overall look that I like. Also, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of a story for him the first time I look at him. I think the guard dog theme really fits him nicely, so I started getting a story in my head. I love him a lot already, and could stand to see him go to someone who would be careless with him. I would love draw my own art of him or order, because I love Tracker Dogs, I love drawing, and he stand out to me the most.

Will it be used in any kind of story? Oh yes, a story popped into my head by just looking at him. I could see him as a guard dog in creepy factory- oh, I would have a ball writing out his whole big story, full of mystery, action, and adventure.
Describe its personality: He is a no-nonsense type of guy, and doesn’t like shady outsiders. He can stand being alone for long periods of time, and doesn’t need anyone to try and protect him. He is strong, and fearless, and blunt when explaining things. Sometimes his determination can get in the way of more important things, and his bluntness can irritant others. He is sarcastic and arrogant, and hates to run away in a fight. But he has a soft side too, for a hates it when someone hurts the innocent ones. He also doesn’t like wasting time on things he thinks are ‘useless’.

Write an introduction for your Tracker: (This is from his point of view. He will talk, but humans don’t understand of course. He is the guard dog of a large creepy science lab, and there is something deeply wrong going on in there…)

Claudius sat and watched has as two men is long white coats walked out of the factory to him. The factory was in the middle of a desolate forest, and the sky was pitch black. The moon shined brightly down Claudius’s back, which was slightly warm. Its only helped a little with the cold.
“Come on Claudius, you need to guard inside now.” One of the men said sharply. Then he scratched lightly behind on of Claudius’s ear. He didn’t really like them doing it, but he had to tolerate it, or he would be in deep trouble. Claudius walked inside the lab and tried to see, there was only dim lights every 6 yards. Thank goodness he could see in the dark better than the men could.
The white coated men silently shut the door with a loud thud, then is was silent. He was all alone now, so now he would have to make his rounds all night, like any other. Claudius usually went in a boring circle through the lab all night long, but tonight he would do something different than his normal routine. He never knew what was in the heart of the lab, and he never really understood what they did here.
“Now that I think about it,” Claudius whispered to himself. “There are a lot of thing I don’t know about this place, only that I did my job.” The thought gave him a odd feeling, and it was fear. He didn’t know why that happen, so he just stopped thinking about it.
Skreechhhhh!!! Claudius whipped his head toward the horrible noise. What in the heck was that?! His mind screamed. Then he heard the sudden shatter of glass and claws tapping and skidding on the floor. He heard the yells and screams of humans, and there heavy foot steps across the floor. Then there was a bloody scream, and then it was silent. No more human foot steps, only the soft, light tapping on the floor…

[Araviir]

I'm so happy to see these guys back again :D it kinda makes me wanna go update the lineart of my species (the felidai, if you remember them XD) since I found my tablet :D

[Viiperfang]

Tracker Dog Application Series 1
Username:
Tracker Dog you want: #2
Name you'll give it: Shaniter
Reason why you want it:
Well, This one it so cute and I would like to do a police dog

Will it be used in any kind of story? yep
Describe its personality:
She doen't show it, but she is a nice, but small tempered dog. She loves to work for her owner.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Story of how we met
The pet shop workers glazed at me. Why? I'm not so sure. Maybe because I could talk like them. Maybe because of my markings. I don't know. I thought. But the picked me up and locked me up in a cage. I was with another tracker dog. He had blue striped markings and called himself a 'Rainy Day Tracker Dog'. We were both pups and didn't know our parents. Me and him stayed in the cage for a long time 'till we got to big. The workers put us into a bigger cage.
Months went by but no one seemed to look at us.Soon a lady with to German shepherds came and said "I am looking for a dog.""Why kind of dog?" The clerk asked. "A Tracker dog." She said. "Oh why in the world would a woman like you want a tracker dog?!" The clerk asked loudly. "Because I need one.""Why?!" The clerk asked. "Because I am from the police. Commander Sheron at you service." Sheron said. She walked to the two Tracker dogs and picked me up. "I'll take her. How much?"

A call came in: "Commander we need dog 889016! Now-Blag." "Come on Shaniter!" My master said. We got into the car and found our helpers dead. "Shaniter out and look for the suspect." I got out and followed the scent of the murderer. "He killed my friends! He will pay" I growled. Soon I found him with a gun. He heard me growl and shot at me. It missed and I leaped at him. I bit his face several times and brought him back to my master. I was bleeding on my shoulder. but I survived.

[Arouria]

Tracker Dog Application Series 1
Username:Chubbywolf
Tracker Dog you want:3
Name you'll give it:Rain
Reason why you want it: I've never seen anything like it, it's detailed and creative.

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Describe its personality:Rain can be tough, his bite is hard, yet he is eaisily hurt, witch explains why he wants others to be afraid of him. If you really get to know him, he can be lovable and loyal to the end.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:Most likely, stories are my strong-suit.
I looked up at the surface. With what little treasure I had found in this Erie place, I used my long, fin flanned, legs to push up towered the sky. My tiny seaweed bag was waighing me back down but with quicker upstrokes I finely gained good pace. After what felt like moons of pushing up, my head finely broke the surface for the first time in my life. I gasped in the air, it felt like a dry tin gal running through my throat. It also tasted sweat, with that, I sealed my gills closed and started swimming for the shore. it was an amazing sight to see for the first time. The bright glassy blue of the sky was much different then the shattered pictures you picked up from the blue-green water. The most amazing thing, though, had to be the sun. I had heard many tales about the sun from elders of my pack. They had described it as bright yellow nonsense, and that it was better to stay underwater. I had disagreed, I knew it was more then that, just by catching glimpses of It through the shattered fragments the waves created. This was one of the resons I had left lake Sullie, or "Darkest lake" as it was told. I had longed for the sun, and the white glowing thing called the moon. I had termed to touch my pads to the softness of the sand and the wonderful thin green plants called grass. My longing had separated me from the others, so I knew it was time for me to leave. As I looked up at the sun again, my eyes narrowed into slits as the rays of warm paleish circle hit my face. I was nearing the shore, I could almost feel the sand touch my paws, suddenly, my paws hit sediment, yet I was still a ways away from the shore. A sandbar. I thought. It was nice to rest my paws a bit from swimming, although they badly touched the sand some of the pressure was lifted off. The bank began to slope down again and my paws were freely swimming again. The shore was closer then ever, only a few track lengths away. A track length was the avarerage size of an aquatic tracker dog. I could feel the first bits of sand swirl beneath my feet, then, they touched ground. Slowly, my body riser more and more out of the water, I was surprised that my weight almost dubbed out of the water, and I collapsed onto the ground. I slowly got used to the weight on my paws and pushed myself up again. Finely, the last waves stopped lapping at my paws and I was completely on land. I shook a little as I felt my weight on me again. In water I had felt so light. I got control of myself and looked at the next problem, how to walk.Well, it can't be like swimming, because you would trip yourself. Maybe if I just put one paw after the other... taking tentative steps fowerd, my body started to move along the sandy shore. The next step was harder, I had to get over the hills.


Need to finish! Will finish later!

[Aki~]

part of me wants to wait for a stealth dog cause I have a story already made for the stealth dog...

[Hereisdan]

out of all the new types i like the 'wild' fuzzy one the best


Also in the Archives I own SilverBell viewtopic.php?f=53&t=235880 could you please change the name 'Lord Loss' to Hrr (i change my name too often and i wouldnt want to annoy you having to change it everytime its best to be just Hrr)