Tracker Dog Application Series 2
Username: Chasta
Tracker Dog you want: Tracker Dog #4
Name you'll give it: Sando Areno (Japanese for Sand Desert)
Reason why you want it: I like having a good mixute of creatures to draw and RP at my own will, and having a Tracker Dog as one of my characters would add some uniqueness to what I can do. Tracker dogs are like no other animal I have been able to find on here, having a lot of characteristicts of a normal dog, while still being completely different. I think that having a Tracker dog of any kind would be a very unique experience.
Will it be used in any kind of story?: I might use it in one of my books that I write, but I have yet to decide on if I would start writing it, and I wanted to try getting a Tracker dog before starting a story with them in it, and would have to get your permission before even getting the idea down because of them being your creation.
Describe its personality: Being used for tracking in the sand, colorations are only the basics. Having a thicker coat then others, he would have to keep himself in the shade to keep himself cool, and would have to be careful while tracking; being quiet to save energy, staying in the shadows to stay cool, and staying out of everyone's way. Although quiet, Sando Areno has a quick temper, but will usually try keeping it under wraps, having a hot head would do more harm then it would good.
Write an introduction for your Tracker: Cream ears flattened against Sando Areno's body, kept down by the small crate holding him in. All he had remembered before now was hiding in a barn, in a stall left empty by the farmer. He had kept down the population of rats better then his cat had been doing, and was letting him stay around; but something had gone wrong. A girl had come in and had easily spotted the sandy canine lying on an alfalfa pile, and had ran out as fast as she had entered. Still not knowing his way around, Sando tried escaping, but was unable to get through the barn opening, which was now guarded by men with guns and nets.
He had been shot by something, and had fallen asleep, when he awoke, he found himself in this... box. A low humming had been around him in his dreams, and now that he was awake, he knew that it wasn't just from the dream. Placing his front paws on the wall, he tried finding a way out, and soon realized that his efforts where useless. A sudden lurch stopped the humming, and Sando could now tell that he had been moving, but no longer was. Whatever that humming was, it meant that he was moving.
Hearing something walking towards the crate, he turned around to face the sound, walking around in plenty of circles. When he realized that they where coming from all around him, he decided to just lie down in the center. A cracking sound caught his attention, and warmth soon followed it. Head lifted, he took in the warm air, something that was lacking while in the wooden box. Freedom was cut short, as a rope was put around the male's neck, pulling him out of the hay bed on the back of the truck. Standing up, he found that the roof was gone, and that warmth was all around him now. Pressure on the back of his neck caused him to step forward, now finding slippery metal under his paws. Claws tapping on the back of the truck, he was led to the end and lifted off, being dropped down onto hot sand. Flexing his claws, he took a few testing steps. Happy with it, he lowered his head to the ground under him, pushing his nose through the small rocks, warmth enveloping his body as he did so.
"He got some good complexion and it in him to search." It was an older man who was speaking, one of the ones who had caught him and brought Sando to this new place. As Sando tried to continue searching, a tug from his neck caused him to fall back, his blue tongue hanging out as he walked back to the truck, lying down under it.
"You sure he'll be good here? He's already too hot to stay out."
With a look down to the Tracker, the man holding the rope gave a laugh. "He hot 'cuz he new. He get used to hot soon." With just a slight turn of the head Sando Areno was able to follow the conversation, able to pick out certain words he could remember from the farm.
Footsteps could be heard as the man with good English came over to the dog, taking off his glove to put his hand on the tracker's head. "We'll take him, hand over the rope." The man looked up at the other, sternly, with his hand out for the rope. With a grunt, the man handed it over, turning to get back into the air conditioned truck. Picking up the tan dog, the man walked away from the middle of the camp, and entered his tent, setting Sando Areno down inside of it. Carefully and gently, he slipped the tight rope off Sando's neck, running his hand down the length of his body. "You'll be a good boy, Sando Areno. A very good boy." He glanced behind him, watching the man leave in the truck. "He can't hurt you anymore."