Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Queen Vivane]

Tracker Dog Application Series 2
Username: Demon-Drgoness
Tracker Dog you want: 7
Name you'll give it: Kivara
Reason why you want it: I love her design its like a shadowy maw is lying in wait on this particular tracker in order to snap up an unwilling victim. She also reminds me of an alligator lying hidden in the water just waiting for the right moment to strike I would be the best owner I can be for this tracker, as soon as I saw her something inside of me said thats the tracker for me and I knew I had to have her. I hope my form shows just how much I really want her, I had fun with this. She seems like she would make a great guard dog even with her iorn will


Will it be used in any kind of story? Yep
Describe its personality:
- Moody- she can be totally moody at times, really glum. If she is, she can be really bitter.
- Depressed- Sometimes she is depressed while she is moody. If this is the case, stay away.
- Dark- Vara can be very dark and cold hearted, she has an angry mind.
- Full of love- When Vara isn't in a bad mood, she is very loving toward her owner.
-Strong Willed- She has a will of of Iorn and it will take alot to be able to control her
-Imaginative- Kivara is very imaginative. As a pup, she had to make up new things to do and discover. Therefore, she has a great imagination and loves to explore new possibilities and places.
-Loyal- Kivara has an unwavering sense of loyalty when she befriends someone she will remain as a friend for life
In some ways were alike but other than those small things were very different but I guess thats why she called to me

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Kivara
I threw myself against the door of the cage, I wanted out "im not ment to be caged" I growled, "save it" the tracker in the cage next door sighed. "Be quiet I hear something" the tracker on my other side snapped, "yes im looking for a gaurd dog" a female voice spoke. "Right this way miss" the guard replied, a female followed behind him who curiously looked into every cage examining the trackers within. She stopped in front of my cage and bent down she read my information label thing "curious, a genetically modifed dog with no eyes yet shes used for guarding and tracking" she muttered under her breath. "Excuse me, sir why it this particular dog down for destruction?" she asked the guard "well nobody so far has been able to control her" he replied. She smiled took the keys from the guard and unlocked my cage I leapt out as soon as the door swung open, "sit" she snapped at me. The commanding tone of her voice shocked me, nobody had ever been that sharp with me "I said sit" she snapped once again. I sat immdiately the guard was in shock "ill be taking this beauty with me" she said to him and walked off.

I trotted after her "your name is now Kivara" she said to me as I trotted beside her, we had only been walking for a little while when the acrid stench of smoke drifted into my nostrils. I barked a warning to my owner she knelt down and looked at me, huffing I grabbed her sleeve and started to pull her along at great speed. The smoke got stronger and stronger until it burned my sensitive nose, I used what I could taste and scent to put together the image of a burning building. "Shyza" my human gasped as she took in the horrfic sight, "Kivara I hear screaming do you think you can rescue whoevers trapped in there?" she asked her voice deadly serious. "Affirmative mistress" I barked and charged into the blaze, immediately the smoke started to affect my human as she coughed and spluttered a sign that the smoke was forcing it self into her lungs. I whined and shoved my nose to the ground the scent got clearer the lower down my nose was, every so often I looked back to make sure she was following me and she would weakly tell me to keep going that we needed to save whomever was trapped. I gradually heard the word help get louder and louder until it was very nearby, I pinpointed the noise to behind some sort of door and threw my full weight against it.

With a crash both me and the door hit the ground and terrified an already scared pup, my human dashed forward and grabbed the pup lifiting him into her arms. "Dont worry" she told him as she ran after me he buried his head in shoulder coughing as he inhaled more smoke, about six meters from the door my human collapsed, the pup rolling out of arms he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the door. I whined in irrtation and fright then latched my teeth into her collar and began to drag her along the ground, this time she was dead weight against my jaws. Just as I was about to give in teeth dug into my neck and dragged both me and my human out of the door, I lay on the cold stone panting my jaws and lungs aching. I tried to resist the oncoming blackness that threatned to overwhelm me and failed I blacked out and knew no more.

"Kivara" a voice called from somewhere unknown to me it got louder and louder until it was right in my ear, I gradually came round and became aware of a gentle hand stroking my head. "Your such a good dog without you, Sherry here wouldnt have made it out of that building alive" a male voice spoke, I was embraced by two sets of arms "thank you my dear, dear Kivara I owe you my life" a voice I recognised as my humans' spoke "I would gladly give my life for you" I rasped quietly to her my tail thumping weakly on the floor, "we love you Kivara" both my humans spoke. "Your noble pup" a gruff voice spoke I put together the image of a dog with a spotted coat "many other creatures would have saved their own skins rather than die trying to save the life of a human" he said. "Well what can I say other than im unlike anyone youve ever met" I said with a cheeky grin on my face, "you've got spirit gal" he chuckled, I beamed at him.

"Im getting on in years and the firehouse is looking for a new dog, would you take the job?" He asked me "no thanks id really rather stay with Sheraxia and Aldaren" I replied shaking my head. "Such loyalty is a rewarding quality my dear" he replied with a smile, "were so glad you decided to stay" Sheraxia whispered in my ear, I smiled and wagged my tail

[Κέρβερος]

Tracker Dog Application Series 2
Username: -Dark-Fire-Wolf-
Tracker Dog you want: #7
Name you'll give it:
Reason why you want it:

Will it be used in any kind of story?
Describe its personality:

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
I was trained all this time, just for this. I had been placed as a guard to a weapons facility, a constant target for many robbers and terrorists. They always gave me new commands, different from those that had been hardwired into me. They would send me out and expect me to come back within 6 minutes, 30 seconds late and they would hit me with the back of their guns. It angered me but I would control myself, they had the upper hand. I was trained to search things thoroughly and to never trust new scents. New scents meant enemies. I searched the cargo suspiciously, before growling low. I smelled something new, a male. A possible threat. I pinpointed where he was standing and I leaped into action. I latched onto his pants and he started to pull away from me. I heard the footsteps of the other guards coming. I was kicked away as I heard the others run to him. He was their friend? I was almost sure of it, as they would yell at me and beat me with their guns. I thought about it, frowning to myself as I lay on my side, ignoring the humans that walked past me. I was bruised badly; I blame it on them for never showing him to me before. If I had known I wouldn’t have attacked. I heard thumps and clanks around me suddenly. I lifted my head up for a moment before sighing and lying back down. It could be an enemy or another “friend” they hadn’t introduced me too.

The sounds stopped for a moment. A gunshot quickly broke the silence and I heard shouts and alarms. A real enemy this time. I pulled myself to stand up, but the pain from the beating knocked me back down. I couldn’t help them and the robber got away. “You worthless little creature!” The man screamed out as he kicked my stomach; I snarled and snapped at him. It wasn’t my fault in the first place, but I was always blamed for it. I became spiteful towards them; they would still beat me but at least not as much. They started to fear me, which was better than for me to be scared of them. They were surprised by my anger and rage as they tried to train me. I started to ignore their commands and they would be angry. They’d beat me again but I would rebel more every time they did. They seemed to stop it for a while and I did what they said. I had to teach them that beating me was getting them nowhere. But the pattern continued. Soon enough, they couldn’t handle me anymore.

MAJOR WIP!

EDIT- Actually, I'm gonna scrap my form and will pass on this tracker dog.I'll probably go for another one next time...

[Chara Dreemurr]

I really want to try for #5; a perfect companion to my wanted custom.

[Chara Dreemurr]

(Sorry if I include my dream custom tracker a couple of times.(Did the person who made this get "inspired" by my dream tracker? X3)

Tracker Dog Application Series 2
Username: Ravenmoon
Tracker Dog you want: #5
Name you'll give it: Underworker
Reason why you want it: My wanted custom, which would be named Underground, would be a perfect companion to Underworker. They both have the same job; mine working. Digging out ones that have been buried, sense gas, and push carts. This is what is making me so desperate to get Underworker.
As soon as I saw him, it was a must. He was actually calling to me: "Pweaz! Adopt meh!". Ever time I see him, that mysterious desire grows.
Will it be used in any kind of story?: Of course! Underworker would feature in one with Underground (hopefully).
Describe its personality:
Warm and friendly, brave, proud and loyal, calm and cool: these are just a few traits. Underworker is often seen working even it's a day off, though he will rather be seen going outside and enjoying the fresh scent in the breeze, for those are things he does not often get. He is prone to panic in larger crowds, cities are not his place. A panicked Underworker would burst through a crowd, and just run for the smallest place he can find. He has a strange, responsible side. If someone just trips, he would do something, no matter who they are.
Underworker is strong, physically and emotionally. It's hard to break him. The only thing that could is a loved one dying or dead. He can concentrate, and he is not easily distracted, which is great since being distracted in a mine can cause serious problems. His pride allows no one to mock him, no one can get away with it easily. This adds up to a (sometimes) good thing. For his job, Underworker needs to be calm in many situations, for in a mine, it is often said that people get killed by ghosts; also known as panic. By being calm, Underworker doesn't jump and run at the smallest thing. As mentioned above, crowds are the only things that truly scare him. That, and loud, booming noises such as bombs.

Write an introduction for your Tracker: (Sorry if I add some adaptations (bigger lungs...) that are not originally there; I've done so much research on mine that I seem to know all their dangers. ^_^" (And brown is the tracker's point of view.))

"Ahem. Will ya be buying 'nething?" His long, southern drawl brought me out of my daydream. A grey underground tracker, it was about.
"Umm, sorry, no." I quickly told the man working at the curio shop, and exited the tiny shop. The curio shop was rumored to have many 'pickled punks' coming from a cave close to this place, yet I saw none. If it were true, I could have studied about them, find out more adaptations and if they were genuine.
Who am I? My name is Vincent. I am a part time scientist, working in mines. Apart from being a scientist, I look at trackers, and made sure they were fit for my job. So far, none were. They were too 'soft', don't have the right claws, and adaptation. By soft, I mean that their lungs and muscles were not fit. They needed really strong muscles to push carts filled with stones, and huge, thick lungs built to resist gas or not having enough air, whether it's from a cave in, or going underwater to save some helpless miner who fell in.
I needed one to accompany me on my mining journeys. I had imagined a grey one. A grey one, strong and fit, who can walk lightly. One skilled and cunning.
I decided to check out Nex's place.

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The shadows twisted and escaped my grasp; they never stayed in the same place. "Well then" a gleam of one's tooth indicated where they stood in this dim hall. "You've been here 'while." He seemed to be questioning me. I could not answer.
That man was the caretaker. He took care if us, special dogs. He brought us our food and water, and I learned his name: Bill.
Bill brought me out of my cage; dogs as I, outcasts, different, barked and scraped against their case. I could hear a faint voice down the corridor.
"Got to go" were the only words I could catch.
Bill put a collar on my tough neck. It hurt and scratched, and I tried to bite at it, but my attempts were fruitless. He clipped something around it. He pulled me, but I just sat down.
"Wut now?" Bill asked as he pulled on the green rope connecting to my collar, as I blank point refused to walk. My butt dragged along the floor as he pulled me to my destination. What would become of me? I had had many friends, all taken away one day and unheard of. Perhaps they were disposed of. Perhaps they lived happily ever after. I put my sharp claws in front of me in hope to avoid my fate. "Get yer butt up!" Bill said, a bit angrily.
Let truth collide, they say. Avoid love, and destroy hope. Not another's hope. My own. By letting truth collide, I would be accepting my fate.
Slowly, sadly, I raised my brown head and accepted my fate.
The shadows seemed to be mocking me, running around and laughing at me. I raised my head higher, deteminated. This would be bound to happen sooner or later. I looked straight ahead, as if I had had eyes. No one could mock me!
The area around me lightened, and I saw a man communicating with someone, the shopkeeper. The man looked odd. He had a pale, almost grey, serious face. He was tall, and he looked as though he had spent years in a dark cave. That's when I noticed those fingers. Long and pale, they almost looked like claws.

"Will this one do? He was built tough and made to last long without good air. Lighter then most trackers, and he has great hearing." Were one of the few words we exchanged. I stole a look at the grey and brown tracker, listening in suspiciously, an odd look on his already queer face. "Yes." I would the tracker home. His official name was now Underworker, I decided, as I put a newer collar on (While a grumble formed in his throat), one labeled 'Underworker', a name I had chosen long ago.
He didn't seem to trust me as I brought him outside; he kept sniffing me and growling softly if I came to close. Having worked with dogs for awhile, I stuck my palm up and let him take a good sniff. He growled, but came up. As he scented me, I saw his muscles relax, and his mouth turn back to normal. It had been fixed in a soft snarl before.
I felt his dry tongue rasp over my hand, and nudged him between his ears. He seemed to enjoy it, and open his mouth slightly. As I retracted my hand, I saw his long tongue dart quickly in his mouth, and I crouched down on the dark pavement. "Hey buddy. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Vincent, and you are now Underworker. C'mon." I lifted myself up and led him to my car. "Jump in." I ordered as I opened the right door, and I saw his back legs go down, and as though they had springs, he jumped high and gracefully. He would curled up and looked at me. 'What?' he seemed to ask, his head cocked to the side.
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I nudged the cart, felt the vibration under my toes. The shadows still escaped my paw, darting to the side as though I were a fearful beast. The mining cart screeched as I pushed it along. The water mady my paws soggy, the dust and dirt gave way and fell on me. I obviously didn't wince away; this what I was for. This was life; why I still lived.
"C'mon!" Vincent's voice echoed through the mine corridor. It bounced off the walls and floor. I thumped my tail softly, making a sound pass through so he could find me.
Something softly touched my back, a hand. I looked back to see his serious face. He had told me I was a dream come true, a wish.
He had not found me at Nex's place. Somewhere else, another place to hold trackers. That place was another tracker holder, one that put trackers such as myself when we didn't get adopted for awhile. When the first place, Nex's place, didn't hold the dog someone needed, they got redirected there.
He had got me so many months ago; training and adapting skills were what we had done for those months. The wall tapping is an example.
This was my first real cave visit. The other times were just normal caves, many meters down. This one was rumored to reach Hell, yet those believes had been made many, many years ago. After those rumors were made, it was abandoned. It just got warmer as one reached the core.
A tiny spider thing stepped in front of me. I howled softly, breaking and continuing, sounding as an alarm. This was what I needed to do if I saw life.
Vincent put the spider thing in a jar, and I was reminded of old memories, o being stuck in a cage. He pat my head, nudged behind my ears, gently under my neck. I opened my mouth slightly, exposing sharp canines. This was what I did when I was pleased.
"C'mon now, surface, Underworker." Underworker was my name; it was simply one who worked underneath.
I led him out, carefully listening to sound waves.
Stop! I halted suddenly. This patch of ground sounded empty; the echos didn't come back. I stepped to the left, nothing. To the right, perhaps? Still nothing. So I took another path.
As I passed my master, he told me that I was a good boy. I wagged my tail slightly, and it must have creaked slightly, for I had not wagged it in awhile.
I led another way. This time, the bridge was over some water. I could not taste, the water was very bitter, I had heard. I didn't know what taste was. To me it was simply a word.
As I lead the path up some squeaking stairs, I heard the sound of breaking wood, and swiftly turned around. Vincent had stepped on a rotten step, and fell. I saw his fall, and as quick as I could, I grabbed his shirt, preventing worse injuries. I pulled him up slowly, and dared look through the broken step. A deep pit, ending in water. It was good that he didn't fall.

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It turns out Vincent was alright. He had hit his back, and it ached for awhile, and he was slightly shaky, but that was all. I convinced him to call the hospital (By a series of barks and annoying phone stealings) anyways.
Vincent picked up his phone. "All right, all right." he protested as I nudged him. I estates at him carefully, if I had had eyes. He typed in 9, 1, 1. "Hello?" the other line remained static. We were probably to deep. I scented something and went frantic. Gas!
I looked at Underworker, jumping around frantically. He pulled on my shirt, and ran away, not so far, and came back. His brown tail was quivering, and it was between his legs. I stood up, but my back hurt. I felt my breath catch in my throat. This was a dry kind of pain, the one that left you catching your breath. I breathed deeply, letting oxygen fill my lungs before emptying them. I stood up, sensing danger. Not being a fool, I followed the frantic Tracker.
Vincent looked pained, but he stood up anyways. He started following me, limping slightly, as I ran behind him and nudged his legs lightly, making walk faster. The stench of the gas was getting fainter, yet there was still a faint trace.
I walked down the corridor, my claws emitting a faint 'click, click'. The damp air seemed to creep under my fur, but my fur grew slicker and straighter and the water simply washed off.
For awhile I walked, nudging my owner and getting ahead before coming back. When I could see a light, I barked, and ran. I heard my bark echo through the corridor, as if many other dogs were lying in wait. The fresh, sharp scent of outside dulled the dark, moist scent of the cave, and I barked joyfully.
"Good boy." Vincent puffed as he walked out. I let my ears lie flat, and smiled slightly as he scratched behind my ears. I was a good boy!
Softly, love,
Don't you cry
Everything is goin'
Be just fine

Don't ask why I enter random poems I invented at the top of my head :/

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(PebbleKit is a cat by the way)
Tracker Dog Application Series 2
Username: ashberry
Tracker Dog you want: #6 of Series #2
Name you'll give it: CherryDon (like a dino XD)
Reason why you want it: This one is amazing. I've always wanted a tracker dog and when i read up on the bread info, i new this one was for me, no second thoughts.

Will it be used in any kind of story? ....I don't know at the moment....^^"
Describe its personality: This dog is very silly, funny and a joker. She likes to spy on people and play pranks with her owner. Her favorite target is her owners BFF: BloodPelt (The Phoenix owns this (C)). She is spoiled and can be very lazy. Her irresponsible owner: PebbleKit (Mine (C)), Feeds her chocolate. She sleeps in his bead and steels his sandwiches/cookies. These two are inseparable. (in the way of training...) Pebblekit will give her a shower every day and wont let her play with the explosives. She will be instructed on how to impersonate a FBI agent and play with a yo-yo. BloodPelt will be her chew toy and StormKit (The Phoenix owns this (C)), Will walk her. PebbleKit will handle her education. she will have the perfect little life with lost of love...and running from BloodPelt...

Write an introduction for your Tracker: PebbleKit was at home watching: Invader PebbleKit (don't ask XD). He had a GIANT vat of popcorn that was nearing empty. And then he reached in and found a tracker dog!! (OMG!! XD) He was like: OMG!!! "OMG! STORMKIT! LOOK!!" He yelled. But when StormKit didn't come, PebbleKit Freaked out. "OH NO! The FBI got him!" he screeched. "Can you help me CherryDon?" PebbleKit asked the tracker dog, obviously naming it right then and there. The Dog shook its head vigorously in a; yes motion. "Ok lets go!" he said and jumped up from his set. "Come on puppy!" he said and ran out the doer with CherryDon not far behind. They ran through camp and out to the forest. "Ok CherryDon! Sniff him out!" and with that the dog began sniffing, but because she was meant for spying not tracking she took a guess. They headed toward the FBI agency (wow, better at sniffing than i thought XD). In the next hour they were in the FBI and looked like agents. "Grate work CherryDon!" said PebbbleKit in her ear, "Now lets go get StormKit!". They wasted no time and took off down the left side of the hall. After several minutes they came across StormKit being Questioned. "You'll never get me to talk!" StormKit screeched. "Oh NO! There questioning him!!" said PebbelKit. "Come on! Load your gun and lets go" They loaded there guns and went in. *Gasp* "PebbleKit!" said StormKit. "Were here to get you Storm!" Said Pebble, CherryDon barked a yes. (time skip) After they had rescued StormKit they went back home on the way there PebbleKit asked, "So what did you do Storm?". StormKit was quiet fro a moment and then said matter of factually, "I robbed a bank". THE END

[mi ainsel]

I had the whole thing written out, then my internet died. DX Now I'll have to write it again!

Tracker Dog Application Series 2
Username: ~Mello~
Tracker Dog you want: 6
Name you'll give it: Kitsune [I know it's silly, naming a Tracker Fox, but, I don't know... It just feels right in my weird little head... XD]
Reason why you want it:

Will it be used in any kind of story? Oh yes, Trackers are the ultimate writing muse for me - so many stories!
Describe its personality:

Write an introduction for your Tracker:

[tennisbutt]

Do you think the limit to how many trackers you can have will increase? X3 I kinda want 1 of each type of tracker dog XD But if not it's alright.

[DoctorDraca]

I doubt it, actually. 3 seems a good limit.

[Chara Dreemurr]

Will you be judging #5?

Edit: It's exactly the same as my dream custom, except for the color scheme. X3

[tennisbutt]

Tracker Dog Application Series 2
Username: Tennis.
Tracker Dog you want: #7
Name you'll give it: Ereyu
Reason why you want it: This tracker dog has a gorgueus design. I really like the crocodile jaws and how it fits into the body shape. I've been wanting a Tracker Dog for ages but not being able to choose between all the wonderful designs but this female really stood out from the crowd. She is epic and her colours are so beautiful <3

Will it be used in any kind of story?: I don't currently have any story plans for it but in the future I will~
Describe its personality:

Write an introduction for your Tracker:
Me? Well I was born to kill. From the day I arrived on this earth I felt the blood in my paws. The blood that urged me on all my life. I, Ereyu, am a killer.
When I was still a child and progressed quickly throughout my studies. I leanrt to be forever faithful to your owner. I learnt the pressure points of every animal alive by the time I was a child. I knew which part of the body I should aim for when killing. To tell the truth, I was deadly.
I came back from hunting once. I had caught a big feast for us. I was still a child and didn't know much about the real world. I crept into the cave. I don't think my parents noticed me as they were too busy arguing about something.

"It's time for her to know about..."
"No! She's way to young to know about it..."
I bounded in happily and asked them what I shouldn't know. All the time I kept the smile on my face but deep inside I knew somethine was going on and it didn't seem good. They looked at each other troubled and deep in thought. Then finally breaking the awkward silence my mother spoke to me. She told me slowly and gently that we weren't in the wild. This was all an illusion and we were actually owned by a human that was rumored to be wondorous Nex Ta'ar. He was our father and creater and we would always be grateful to him. Knowing this was the secret I relaxed but I didn't show it. I flamed at my parents for not telling me this earlier and stormed off. Behind me I could hear protests from both of them and my father telling my mum she should never had told me. I was also told that we would be given to owners one day. If I was ever given away, I would be eternally loyal and protect him/her until either of our deaths.


Ok ^^ 3 seems alright too 83