Tracker Dogs V2.0 [Series 20]

[Stray Dog]

Congrats on your trackers guys <3
Specially you Sora

[Starbaby]

Nya-ha~ Thank you Stray x3
I love him very much. Aaand aand...I want a scanner so I can upload Fallout and Nixon together TTwTT
Can we share fan-art + charries in this thread?

[Stray Dog]

There's a fanclub ^^
I think the link is on the first page?

[Starbaby]

Oh, okay x3
I will go there then ^^

[Stray Dog]

Meet you there *salutes*
I was going to enter for the #7 dog but Im going to wait for a design I very much like and goes with my baby Skulduggery <3

[winter.]

Mark

[corgie]

Used to be SweetCorgi now I'm Best of Friends =)

{ Just letting you know, though i might change back }

[s q u i s h y]

I wanna tracker! 8D Im so happy your open again.Everyone has one,so I want one too c:<

Tracker Dog Application Series 2
Username: ♥~Akamaru~♥
Tracker Dog you want: Tracker Number 6
Name you'll give it: Alue
Reason why you want it: Ive always wanted a tracker.They are extremely amazing,and popular,too.I love strange creatures,and these are epicly strange! x3 And the design on this one is just awesome.I love the Stealth trackers,they look kind of slim in a way.And the design is so cool.I'd really love to have her.I kinda feel like this is a good Tracker for me. Oh and her purpose(If I have to chose it) Is spy work.

Will it be used in any kind of story?: No,it'll only be put in my character's page,and I'll maybe try to do some art of her.
Describe its personality: Alue is kind if she knows you come in peace,but she still stays cautious.She never lets anyone get near those she cares for.Alue can be aggresive if needed.She's very loyal and obedient,and will listen to everything her owner says.As a Stealth Tracker,she's very fast,gracefull and sneaky.You never hear her enter or leave a room.She always keeps a close eye on everyone,and everything.Although small,she is still strong.

Write an introduction for your Tracker:Its was dark.And wet.Everywhere.It was pouring,and I was all alone,no where to go.I huddled closer together in the small box I found next to a shop.I shivered,closing all 6 of my eyes,trying to think of nice,warm things.Suddenly a pile of clothes got stuffed into the box,and someone put it up right,taping it shut.What's going on?,I thought,struggling to breath a bit.There was a hole in the corner of the box from the rain.I put my snout against it,closing my eyes and listening closely.I felt the box being carried around,I heard the loud voices of men,and suddenly the slam of doors as I felt the box being thrown into something.The sound of the pouring rain faded,and I heard the roar of a engine coming to life.Thats all I can remember,cuz I fell asleep.
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I was woken up by the loud scream of a womenl.My eyes shot open.The box was open.I popped my head out of it,seeing a human women with her eyes wide,staring at me.Behind her was a girl.She was probably 13 or so."Call the police!" the lady shrieked,running out of the room.I silently and quickly scurried out of the box,leaping from a table and running to a corner."Come here!I'll help you!" the girl whispered,and the next thing I knew,someone threw a blanket over me.
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When the blanket was off of me,I was in the girls room.She was sitting on her bed,opposite of me.I ran to a corner,huddling together against the walls to protect myself.I turned to face the girl,growling softly."Its ok,girl,I wont hurt you" the girl whispered,going to sit on the floor."Ally!Where are you?! " the women shouted from downstairs."In my room,Mom!Im hiding! " Ally yelled back."I hope she doesnt come up here..." Ally sighed.She stared at me for a while.She slowly reached out towards me.I sniffed her hand,then pulled back again.She pulled back,too.She put down a bone infront of me.I stared at it,then stared back at her.Didnt my appearence scare her?I had six eyes,and my tounge lolled out of my mouth.And,I had 2 huge claws on each foot.Other then that,I kind of looked like a normal dog,except for my markings,that is.Ally sighed,going to sit on her bed.She put two small things with wires attached into her ears.The wires led to a small pink device,with a screen and buttons on.She pressed a button,and music came form it(Its a iPod btw xD).Strange.She got out a magazine,reading.I watched her for a while.Later on I wasnt so tense anymore.Curious,I stood up,walking past the bone,making sure she doesnt see me.I went till I was next to her.She jumped slightly,and I took a step back."Sorry," Ally whispered.She slowly put her hand on the ground infront of me.I sniffed it,looking up at her again.She smiled,continuing to read her magazine.I went to sit next to her,staring at the magazine too."You know," Ally said,slowly putting her hand on my back."I think I'll call you Alue." she smiled,slowly stroking me.It felt nice.Maybe Ally isnt so bad.
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I lived with Ally for a month or two in secret.We we're careful to not let her mother find out about me.She brings me scraps and stuff,but I usually dont eat them.One day,she carried me somwhere in a blanket.We were at a place,it looked like a forest,and no one else was there.I was able to run around,let my instincts take over.Suddenly,a man came towards us.With him was a creautre like me.It was bigger though,and it didnt have any eyes.I growled,standing infront of Ally.I knew if we were to fight,I would lose.He talked to Ally about me.The next day,Ally took me to a strange place.There were alot of others like me.Some looked excactly like me,only other colours,while others were bigger,some had webs,and some could fly.I trained there,and I got strong,and more sneakier.I continued to live with Alex,but sometimes I had to go work for the people and their Trackers.I learned more about my self,and my purpose in life.
Life was great.

[DoctorDraca]

(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 :/

I love the story and time you've put into your application. Enjoy your new Tracker. (:

[corgie]

Congrats RavenMoon =)

Hehe Good Luck on everyone who is applying for #6 & #7 <3