[strawbee]

This is a beauty!

[Charias]

I'm dropping out - she's beautiful, but she's not the right girl for me. Good luck to everyone else, there are some truely amazing forms for her!

[Froas]

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[stoatkiss]

'ｔｈｅ ｌｉｏｎ ｉｓ ｋｉｎｇ， ｂｕｔ ｉ ａｍ ｑｕｅｅｎ'

username;; tiedye7
name;; Tigger
nickname;; Tiggs
gender;; female
age;; 6 years
size;; small mountain lion
build;; slight, but muscled
voice;; high in pitch, slight 'purr' when pleased

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personality;; Tiggs is a
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dislikes;;
childhood;;

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reserved with the name Tigger

[Ravendarus]

Reserved!

username;; Ravendarus
name;; Tourmaline
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[Chasing Dreams]

Dropping out. Who ever wins can have my art as long as you credit me :3


{Art by me (Chasing Dreams)}

[hokage.]

~Pierce.The.Veil~

Her name is Limau. It means citrus in the Malay Language. I named her this because her main coat color reminds me of the color of a citrus type of fruit with the bright and dark oranges and the green color of her mane.

((Extras))

Food
Flower
Animal


((WIP))

[ToastingCinnamon]

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[.Missy.]

T h e e y e o f . t h e t i g e r

username ;;

I'm Missy. Never have I felt so attracted
to a kiamara. I'd love to keep her as my
own, but I know I must try hard to do
so. So, here is where I pour my soul. The
reason I fell in love with this kia was,
not only the colors, but the way everything
just spoke to me. The color, yes, but
the eyes, and the feathers as well. She
sort of reminds me of a tiger…

Anyway, I love her, and I would literally
do anything to win her. So, as I skip along
this treacherous road of addiction and
suspense, I realize I may not know what
I am getting myself into. Well, as a matter
of fact, I don't. I just trust my heart to
let me know if I am making the perfect
choice for my third kia. I hope it is.


its the eye of the tiger
its the thrill of the fight

name ;;

Here is Aridaline. Aridaline
the beautiful and amazing…
Aridaline the girl who stole
the heart of everyone. Well,
I chose this name from the
name Adeline, meaning
'noble' and I sort of tweaked
it a bit so it would fit.
I guess the name Aridaline
means noble now. Noble
like the tiger within her.

Aridaline, you say, is a very
absurd name? I wouldn't
doubt you for a second. It is
very much supposed to sound
different, and if I must say,
weird. Aridaline is actually
pronounced 'a-riddle-ine'.
So, it kind of rolls of the
tongue in a way, right?
Well, I hope it does, because
thats how I wanted it
to sound.





personality ;;

part 2;;

Aridaline is very tough. She
will argue for anything she
wants, because she wants
to have it her way and her
way only. I guess you could
call her a brat, but she is
not. She acts like she has
a huge ego so that she can
get popular friends, because
where she lived previously
in Thailand, she had no friends
and had a hard life.

personality ;;

part 1;;

Aridaline is tough and strong.
She never goes down without
a fight, ever. But, why don't
we just get down in detail?
I will start with the nicer,
sweeter Aridaline.

Aridaline can be very sweet and
sensitive. She hates it when others
make fun of her, and will hate
it when others are made fun of.
When people make fun of her,
she doesn't hate them. In fact,
she believes it is safe to have
enemies. After all, friendship
may not last forever. But if you
and an enemy have fought to
much, you have each other for
eternity. She will never, ever,
not at anytime, tell anyone that
she hates them, because that,
my friend, is not true.



crush ;;

Now, it may seem Aridaline
is too tough for love. But, she
has a crush on Lo, owned by
Clu. She loves how much of
a bad-boy he is, and she
loves how he looks. She thinks
he is 100% perfect for her.

It may be a little strange, because
they have never met before. But,
Aridaline believes in love at first
sight. And that is what happened
when she saw Lo.




rising up to the
challenge of our rivals.

story ;;

Aridaline was a tough
girl. She had never been
spotted crying or anything
like that. But maybe
one day someone, somewhere,
would know how to turn
that around. Maybe they
could make her smile,
or make her cry, or
even make her laugh.

Aridaline twitched her nose
and opened her eyes, her
vision hazy and dark.
The night's sleep-and-sound
had really carried her off.
She was just a little awake,
actually. Not fully. As
you may guess, like any
other person, Aridaline
liked to sleep in late. As
she pulled herself to her
legs, Aridaline noticed
a little gleam in the grass.
It was bright, and round.
At once, Aridaline knew
it was a bell. A very, very
special bell. It had the date
8147 on it. It was very old.
Well, Aridaline kept the
bell in her little brown
bag around her neck
and kept walking.

When she went home, she
put it safely in a little box
and hid the box under her
pillow. She still keeps it
there. She loves that bell…
It made her smile.

favorites ;;

Aridaline has many things
she loves. But there is
one of each, just like
anyone else's favorites.

Her favorite song is probably
'Bones' by Ginny Blackmore.
Her favorite food is tiger
shrimp. Her favorite dance
type, you say? Hip-hop.
Aridaline's favorite hobby is
to sing or wrestle. She is
not the girliest girl, sometimes,
but she has a nice girly side.

biggest fear ;;

Aridaline is actually terrified of
two things. One of those things
is the ocean, and the other is
Outer Space. I'll tell you why.

When Aridaline was younger, she
was in the ocean when all of
the sudden, she spotted a shark
swimming unusually close
to the shore. Quickly, she tried
to swim away but the shark
was too quick. It tried to bite
her, but her brother saved her.
Instead, the shark killed her
brother. Now, Aridaline is
afraid of not only the ocean
sharks, but everything else.
Did you know that the human
race knows more about the
surface of the moon than the
surface of the ocean?

Aridaline is also deathly afraid
of Outer Space because she
is scared to know that anything
could happen there, and that
something bad always happens,
weather it is losing oxygen,
getting locked out of a spaceship,
or a plant/astroid crashing into
earth. She is afraid of that.
Actually, Aridaline is afraid of
many things. But these are her
two greatest fears. And the
cool thing is, Aridaline and I can
relate because we share the same
fears.



and the last known survivor
stalks his prey in the night

likes ;;

•Rap
•Hip-hop
•Accordions
•Flutes
•Moon Pies
•Stuffed Animals
•Scarves
•Toucans
•Sushi
•Duct Tape
•Headphones
•Murals
•Neon
•The cold
•Sleep
•Dubstep

dislikes ;;

•Loud noises
•Buzzing noises
•Vibrations
•Chalk
•Bugs
•Denim
•Dancing
•Laundry Baskets
•Butterflies
•Makeup
•Pink
•Strong Smells
•Drama
•The morning
•Annoying kias
•Girly girls
•Romance

[pedunkle]

Username

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Name

Bast (her name in heiroglyphs is above)


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Name Meaning

When I first saw her I instantly thought of an egyption godess. Her markings, to me, seem distinctly egyption, and well she is to beautiful to be anything but a goddess.
Truthfully the only egyption goddesses that I know of is the cat goddess Bast. I did more research and found the Bast (Bastet, the goddess) was a fierce, independent and caring goddess. She played many roles in Egyptian mythology. She was considered the guardian of women and children, and at one point was identified with the goddess of war due to her protecting the pharaoh on the battle field.


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Personnality

One of the reasons picked the name Bast was that both her and the egyption goddess have quite simular personalitys. Bast is a independent and fierce, but not stubborn (most of the time). She can be open minded to people who she already respects. She does tend to disregard most things that people she hates say though. She is very "proper" in the way that one describes

royalty, but is not in any way prissy thats for sure.
Bast is probably the most fearless being you will
ever know. She will do almost anything if it is
logical to do so. Though she does have one fear...
She is also not a "silly" or "funny" Kia, she is very
kind and respectful, almost to the point of being
kinda uptight. She Hates simple problems so she
always tries to understand things to the fullest.
Bast does tend to be a bit over critical. Especially
when she finds the activity/job/problem easy.
In short she is kind, critical, proper and most of
all strong.

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Short Story
(In the perspective of Bast, takes place three years ago)

I open my sleep heavy eyes, just a crack. The first ray of red dawn slowly seeps through the inky black sky. Just then my mother steps into my room. "Good morning baybe" she says cheerfully, "Today is your fathers conference!" I sit up excitedly. I love my fathers conferences, they talk about the most curious and interesting things. One of the most popular topics that are discussed in their conferences are the rebels, they have been attacking small villages and towns lately. They talk about politics alot too, I don't really like that much, it gets too complex for me to understand.
"Bast" my mother says sharply, snapping me back to whats going on. My mother holds up a heavy vail. Huff, I forgot I had to wear that dredfull thing. My mother notices my apprehension. "Hon, I know you don't like it but you can't walk out there with your wild green mane, people would think bad of you" you see around here unnatural colours arnt normal, and people would judge. My mother has a unnatural mane too, she also has to wear a vail.
I go to my stool in front of my mirrorless vanity. I help my mother pin on the vail, it took for ever, and we used what seemed to be a hundred pins. i would hold it in place and my mother pinned it. Finally we got it secure. "It is so hot under here!" I whimpered. "Hush baybe" my mother turned towards the door, she paused for a second, thinking. "I know somthing that you would like..." She pulls a long ribbon of pure gold.
"Ohhh" I gasp. It is so beautifull it makes my skin tingle. My mother wraps the ribbon up my forearms, making a simple zigg zagg pattern. I look down at my arms. "Thankyou so much mother!" I pull her in for a hug. She laughs, but quickly notices the time "Time to go down honey". We walk out the door and down to the conference room. My father sits proudly at the head of the thick oak table. My mother leads me to a chair beside my father, she sits on the other side of him. "*Cough* , lets carry on" my father starts going back into the latest rebel attacks. "They hit our southern most side the hardest, many towns will need troops to mend buildings-" " No! We can't afford sending out our troops!" My fathers military adviser warned "we need them to protect our northern side as-" a single scream cut him off. Startled murmuring spread through out the crowd. "REBELS! REBELS ARE ATTACKING!" Some one cried out. Suddenly everyone was moving. My mother swooped out of no where and guided me to up to my room. People where yelling and rushing all around me. "Moom! Slow down, mom, mom!" I whine. "Hurry up, Bast!" My mom demands. She pushes me into my room. I stand in the middle room, and watch her rush down stairs. "huff" I walk to the window overlooking the gates. Hundreds of Kias are battling below. I sigh and play with the gold ribbon running up my arm. Because as you can see this is not an abnormal occurrence at the temple of the sun.

(A little over view on the short story. This story illustrates why when Bast was younger she did not like her mane. Though as she grew older she became to think of her mane as a symbol of what she now is. I added in little parts like "mirrorless vanity", her father Ra ((I don't have his name in the story)), the temple of the suns, and the gold ribbon to tie back into text I have written in different parts of this fourm. I also wanted to show how she grew up in a very violent place for a young child. She learned to grow strong, which is now one of her most noticeable properties. I truly hope you enjoyed the story, I'm sorry for the bad story writing, its not my strong suit)

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Interview

(Bast is in black and the interviewer is in orange)

Hello and welcome Bast! I trust that you are
enjoying your self?

Why hello, and yes I am. Thank you for asking.

We should probably start off with the basics, how old are you?

Coming up on five, which is incidentally my favourite number.

Really I would have guessed you to be older!

Yes, I get that quite alot.

Next question, I think we are all wondering about your
electric green mane, tell us about it.

Ummm, where to start? Well I'm obviously not responsible for the existence
of my mane, so I can't say much there. For a long time I really disliked my
mane. It seemed out of place, like it didnt belong. Over the years it for
some reason seemed to suit me more. When I was younger I was VERY
onlycoloursinsidethelines kinda girl, but as I grew older I became a bit
more "rebellious". Well compared to how I use to be.

Ahhh... Interesting. So do you still "dislike" your mane?

No, not any more

Very good. Now, do you have any crushes or anyone you
have an eye for?

No, I do not .//n//. But some day I hope that there could be

I see. Just to set the record, are you straight, homosexual,
bisexual...?

Straight, don't get me wrong I have nothing against other sexualitys

No don't worry. I have heard some where that
you are afraid of mirrors, is that just a rumour or do you have anything
to say about it?

I would rather pass on that question.

Are you sure, do you--

No, I would rather not talk about that

Ok ok... Is there anything you would like to end off
the interview with Bast?

Nothing in particular... actually yes I would. I would love to train a hawk.

Really? Any reason why?

Ummm, I guess just because they are probably the most beautiful
animals that currently exist, well at least in my books.

Well it has been very nice talking to you Bast,
I hope that you are lucky and find a perfect owner

Same here, bye!

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Likes and Dislikes

Likes
-work
-creativity
-freedom
-standing up for your self
-gold <3
-bow and arrow

Dislikes
-laziness
-lack of punctuation
-carelessness
-not knowing
-dirty feathers
-mirrors

Bast's favourite things are...
IISong Skyfall by Adel IIFood mint IIDrink ice cold water IIFeeling thankfull IIAnimal hawk

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Greatest Weakness

Well Bast is not as fearless as you might come to think she is.

She has a very very big fear, on that has been called by some physicians as a "extreme, life
impairing phobia". Though you might find it silly or insignificant, it is very hard on Bast to
accept it. Bast suffers from a phobia called catoptrophobia,which is the fear of mirrors.
She, even doesn't know what caused it but it has always seemed to be there, ever since
she was young.

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Soft Spot
By far the biggest soft spot she has is for gold. Not gold paint or gold sparkles, but solid, pure gold. She loves to wrap her self in it, to look at it, to touch it. She is just slightly obsessed about it. Every where she goes she has at least one item of gold on her. Normally it's tucked deep in her fur, making it hard to see it. But of course sometimes she loves to wear big heavy gold jewlery.

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Why Her?

Wow this surprisingly is hard to answer, I guess there are too many reasons.
By now I have tried out for countless Kiamaras, never lucky enough to win ones heart. Though I have to say she is by far the most beautiful Kiamara I have ever laid eyes on. Also she is the first Kiamara that I haven't messed up the markings when I drew her. When I first saw her I saw strength, pride, and on top of all that, beauty. She is a stunner, that's for sure. I have never felt as strong of a connection as I feel with this Kiamara. What I have been looking for in a Kia is markings that I can draw, a connection between her and me, and a strong heart. I feel that anyone who sees her sees strength, even without looking at her personality. Because of all these reasons, and many more (too many to write) Bast is my dream Kiamara. If I had the luck to win her, she would be my first Kiamara as well. Thank you very much for reading my form, good luck on choosing the winner of this Kiamaras heart.

Art folder (all art used in entrie )
Made by me (its Bast's name in hieroglyphs)

Made by me

Made by stuck in reality

Made by Fox Whisperer~

Made by me

Made my me (redo of another one I did)

Made my iFoopets

Made by me

Made by me

Made by me

Small Secrets

~Bast has a crush for Kia #275 (but she won't emit it...yet)
~When she was younger she was afraid of hawks, once she overcame that fear she realized how much she liked them
~Bast hates her full name (Bastet). And much prefers the short form (Bast). So many Kiamaras believe that Bast is her real name



{{As you can see I am going to go all out for her (:
Coding all done by me (thats why I edited it over 200 times)
(stunning Kia, Im hoplessly in love with her ;n;)
She is my offical dream Kia <3 }}

~More art!~

~By me

~By me

~By me
(its just a old divider)

{{Im sorry for any grammer or spelling mistakes.
All art in the fourm, both ordered, and art done
by me can go to the owner of Kiamara #240}}

Sorry for the lack of a fancy font, fontmeme was messed up and I couldn't find another font site in time