[HellyBoo]

Possible Reserve!

[bellis]

username: hello there. i'm candy canes, a current non-owner. i'm hoping to change that with this handsome lad here.
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name: Tanner Jerome Frently
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[pomme]

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username;; hello, i'm yak kah. I currently own one kiamara, Hera. She was gifted
to me by the legit most awesome person ever, Panalove789. I hope to make this
gorgeous kiamara a part of my family.

name;; this is Ofelia. Ofelia means 'help' and I decided it would fit, because she
needs some serious help. Obviously, by the title, you can tell she is a prissy little
mess. Take one step wrong, and she'll have you in her fingertips.

gender;; in case you couldn't tell, Ofelia is a female. Nothing less. She could
never be mistaken for a male. Honestly, when you meet her, you'd wish she
was male! She's so girly, she pretty much makes everyone want to throw up
glitter. But her popular friends just go along with it and follow her lead.

how most see her;; the people that stand on the sidelines often see her as a
sexist jerk who is too popular for friends. She has all the money in the world
anyways, right? They know that Ofelia is no lovers, except maybe the popular
boys. Not a lot of people like her. I mean, the occasional grown adult may
like her, but over all? Kids her age avoid her, with her overload perfume and
high heels.

personality;;
little miss hate. Honestly, thats how I can sum it up. But Ofelia here says otherwise.

grumpy
Ofelia is grumpy. What can I say? Is it just hormones, or is it the way she is? All I know is that Ofelia can be a witch
when she wants to be. She loves to stir up trouble, and yell at the people who blame her. She is very hypocritical, and
often pisses people off with her attitude. At parties, she'll be all party favor for one minute and screaming at her
friends the next. She's very demanding.

queen bee
thats right, Ofelia is a queen bee. She picks her favorite friend and uses the rest as what others call 'slaves'. With
the fancy clothes and expensive perfume, you know she's rich. Her snobby look drawn on her face and framed with
eyeliner also does the trick to letting you know that when you're wrong, you are wrong. Shut up and close your
mouth, or she'll send out texts to her friends. And when she feels like getting nasty, she'll throw the guys in the
argument as well. Just to make you feel inferior.

naughty
flirty, rich, and courageous, what can go wrong with a bad girl? She loves playing pranks and breaking rules. Ofelia
is a trouble maker and ends up getting away with almost anything. What does that mean? She gets along well with
people like the popular jocks and cool boys, along with the popular girls.

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[Kaitlynizer]

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---- The Basics ----

Username:
My username is Kaitlynizer, I am a current non-owner,
and this is the first kia I have tried out for, and I hope to bring him
home with me!


Nick names:
- Shorty, which is the nickname he absolutely dislikes but is always called


Full name:
If I got this kiamara, I'd name him Short Stop, or I'd just call him Shorty.


Why this name:
I chose the name 'Short Stop' because that was my nickname for my mom's German Shepherd
dog's name, this kiamara reminds me of a German Shepherd and that dog, so I went with that name,
as for the nick name, I honestly have no reason for picking it, it just popped in my head so I went with it.


Gender:
Shorty is definitely a male and will definitely be offended if you refer to him as a female.


Birthday: October 23rd


Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

---- Some of the Deeper Stuff ---- Part 1

Personality:
Shorty is quite an interesting kiamara, he
is very loyal to his friends but is definitely one to
hold a grudge. He is very protective of others,
and doesn't like it when you call him "Shorty". He acts on
impulse and acts before he thinks, and will always be there
for you no matter what. He try's his best to be outgoing but
sometimes all he wants to do is sit down and forget the world.
He never changes, and likes things that don't change, and if you
betray him he will feel hurt for a long time.




Quirks:
-an extreme love for music, he is always humming to some sort of song,
or tapping his paws to the beat of some tune
- a strange love for other furred creatures (especially cats, kiamaras and wolves)


Theme song:
- Things we lost in the fire by 'Bastille'



Favorite color:
- A soft brown color

Sexuality:
-Straight


Voice:
- German, but with a slight American accent.

---- The Deeper Stuff ---- Part 2

Story:

Shorty gazed around at the sky. Suddenly he noticed 4 pairs of paws walking towards him, he looked down at them to see a black kitten and a grey wolf with two white stockings blazing up towards it’s chest. Grinning wildly, he turned around to see flames dancing around the area, licking up the grass and growing rapidly, his grin slowly turned to shock and then to fear as he watched the flames. He twirled around, to see the cat and the wolf gone. Smoke rised above the ground as Shorty coughed, he dug his claws into the ground and then onto a stick.

‘Aus! Aus, it’s okay. Calm down’ Shorty thought rapidly, flinching as he saw the fire growing in the distance, he shivered as he watched it for a few seconds and had a short mental freak out for a few seconds. He tapped his paw to the beat of a slow song in an attempt to calm himself; he took a deep breath, and felt slightly relieved at the fact that all his kiamara family and friends were safe, and that they were far away.

He flicked his tail once or twice, and turned around in the other direction. He paused for another moment, taking in deep breaths in rapid succession. He started running, and as he dashed away he noticed one of his friends whose pelt has been caught by a tree branch, gasping for air he ran back to rescue his friend as the flames engulfed the trees around him. The fire singed his fur as he attempted to move away from it only to find more fire in that direction.
‘It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream’ Shorty thought, thinking before acting for once. He closed his eyes, only to open them to see the flames again.

Again, he closed his eyes tightly, and woke up instantaneously. Shorty blinked and gasped in relief, and rolled over on the grass, relaxing his muscles. He sighed softly, it was mid-day and he smiled as he noticed other kiamaras chattering a few yards away. Shorty sat up, and started picking out stray leaves out of fur. He sighed, and hummed the tune to a song as he groomed his pelt. He flipped his hair out of his eyes, and waved at one of his friends as they walked by. He moved his tail across the grass quietly and stood up, finally breathing easily. He smiled and started walking deeper into the forest, to meet his friends. Shortstop glanced back as he walked, as if to imagine the nightmare again, but just saw the leafy green of the fire, sighing, he went back to reality.
---- the end, story by me -----


Background:
Shorty has a strange past, he doesn't remember much of it,
but he remembers that when he was little, he was singed by fire,
and has had a recurring nightmare ever since. He doesn't think of
his past fondly, but remembers always being treated indifferently
by his family, but despite all of the negatives in his world, he remains
a good friend and a decently optimistic kiamara.


Fears:
-losing every friend he has
- fire

"Things We Lost In The Fire"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYRqIAuY9IQ

Things we lost to the flames
Things we'll never see again
All that we've amassed
Sits before us, shattered into ash

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire

We sat and made a list
Of all the things that we had
Down the backs of table tops
Ticket stubs and your diaries

I read them all one day
When loneliness came and you were away
Oh they told me nothing new,
But I love to read the words you used

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire

I was the match and you were the rock
Maybe we started this fire
We sat apart and watched
All we had burned on the pyre

(You said) we were born with nothing
And we sure as hell have nothing now
(You said) we were born with nothing
And we sure as hell have nothing now

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire

Do you understand that we will never be the same again?
Do you understand that we will never be the same again?
The future's in our hands and we will never be the same again
The future's in our hands and we will never be the same again

These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire
These are the things, the things we lost
The things we lost in the fire fire fire

These are the things, the things we lost
These are the things we lost in the fire fire fire

Flames – they licked the walls
Tenderly they turned to dust all that I adore

An interview with this kiamara:

Reporter: Hello there Shorty, I'm here to ask you a series of quick questions. Okay?

Shorty: *not paying attention and is listening to music*

Reporter: Hello??! Shorty!

Shorty: Huh? Oh hi, wait a second did you just call me shorty? *sniffs* Don't call me that! Call me Short Stop!"

Reporter: *frowns* Anyways, What's your favorite song?

Shorty: "My favorite song is ' the things we lost in the fire'."

Reporter: All right, now what's your favorite movie or t.v series?

Shorty: Star Trek, or Teen Wolf and the movie 'Dances with Wolves'

Reporter: Okay, now, what is your favorite animal?

Shorty: "Wolves...." *looks at you strangely*

Reporter: All right that's all the questions. Thank you for your time, i'll be off now.

Shorty: Okay then. Bye. *grins at you wolfishly*

art by XxTheShadowGirlxX


note: all photo's in this form are not mine and belong to their rightful owners.

[pedunkle]

Stalking if not res-ing
.3.

[~Ghosttiee~]

possible reserve ;w;
Let's see if I can keep the connection ;w;

[saint.EXE]

ejehdhs no res but if someone uses the name john or jerome im going to love you forever

[foxxbreath]

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[YourBlondeHomie]

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[Haze-L-Kitten]

If I followed you home,
would you keep me?❞

{ username: -->>

I'm HazleKiten currently an non-owner and I'm a girl with a passion for German Shepard's. I've always adored their features that are like a wolf in ways, but mostly their coat and the signature they carry. They're loyal and protective partners and serve more than just families, but as serves dogs too. Not only do their legacy's run in history books, but they're a universal breed. Highly respected and a wonderful breed to have.
{ name: -->>

Luther Nando, one of a kind gentlemen.
{ gender: -->>

Definitely male. He's absolutely handsome.
{ age: -->>

-Dog years;; 2 || Adult
-Human years;; 19 || Teenager
{ personality: -->>

Luther is much like a domestic dog but he's not your average lap dog. His playful and loving qualities are that of companionship but his wound up high spirits are what keep this Kia running. He's mischievousness always never fails to land him in some sort of trouble weither it be between females or something else he's gotten his paws on. His sweetness gets himself out of a lot of messes, but its a never ending cycle. There's never a dull moment with Luther around. He always into something.
_Like ladies for intense. Luther is a lover boy, a charmer, and one hundred percent gentlemen, though his loyalty is a bit play-boyish. He can't keep his nose to himself when it comes to some females. Though, that's only one flaw of a few he has. He can be over protective to the point where hes aggressive. That leads you to the evidence he's some what dysfunctional. He can be very indecisive when it comes to choices that have large or heavy consequences. Over all, despite his kinks Luther is a social butterfly and enjoys the outdoors more than the indoors and prefers being a house pet but knows his way around the wildest of natures.

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P A R T I;
_❝I was the only born between my parents. Like wolves, we lived in dens. I spent the most of infant days inside that dark hole, blind before I could see and it came faster than I could grasp it. Graduation day, I was set free from that boring old hole. Aus! I shouted in my native tongue; German. However, I wouldn't understand actual freedom until I'd lived, gotten away from my comfort zone. Lost the most important thing a youngster like me would ever need. My family. That day came when I'd disobeyed my father's orders of staying within the territory my father had marked for me. I wandered off foolishly, but I was young and innocent. The cruel winds of a violent storm saw it only as a lesson to be learnt. My parents had realized I'd gone before the storm had come, but they'd began their search just as the rain began to fall. The storm came in with a unimaginable fury. It snuck in as silent as a mouse, but announced itself like the cat with its killer pounce. Never before had I seen lighting so vicious. My howls were lost in the winds that shredded them and the pelting rain blinded my tender eyes. I ran blindly, crying in fear. Scared I was, a juvenile out in mother nature's worst brew yet. I had every right to be. Running scared didn't help me any. I panicked and just ran until I lost my footing from what I remember on a slick muddy incline. A stream had flooded and its waters had risen beyond its regular level, the slick muddy embankment was my one way ticket to freedom, you could say. I was swept away and taken from my home. Where I wound up, I would come to understand as a human city. The strangest place on earth.❞
P A R T II;
_❝When I woke, I was cold, wet, and alone, but that wasn't the worst of it. The stream I'd been swept away in was apart of a drainage system of a nearby human community. The ride I'd taken had carried me through a pipe line into the city and into a man made lake. When I'd come from my daze and my vision cleared, I examined the area I was in. I could hear all types of things. From voices to sounds I'd never head before that were nothing of an animal. My curiosity had gotten the better of me here and I shook my pelt free before I climbed the slight slope of the man made hole I'd washed up in. When I stepped above the ground, what I saw was unbelievable. There were creature on two legs, everywhere! They ranged from small to large and their pelts were weird looking. Their communication was odd and the objects they used and I hadn't any idea what a car was. I thought the creatures were being eaten by them when they got inside them, started it up and it rolled off. I didn't know what to do, being frozen with fear at the life I'd just walked in on. I didn't move until I heard a roaring noise from on of the machines and it barreled right for me. I panicked and dashed away from it and ran back to the man made lake I was familiar with for the most part. After a while of laying low, night fell and I was starving. Everything seemed quieter up there, so I ventured back up and out to find that hard grounded place empty with the building dark. The place I found myself at had been a shopping center filled with cars and people. I hadn't any idea what it was back then, but the longer I stayed in these strange lands. The more I learned.
__My first night in these new lands was extremely difficult. Getting a meal was easier said than done. I managed, however by morning the city was crawling with people who I still believed were some weird species of animal. It's funny how I thought of them, they thought of me. I found that out the day my luck ran out when I'd decided to just rummage through a random alley ways trash cans. What I found was easy meals, but they came with a price. I was caught in in broad daylight in the act of getting something to eat by a janitor that worked for one of the restaurants around front. I was scared at first and my reaction was to bare my teeth at the male creature that was trying to approach me. I didn't know what he wanted and I wasn't going to give up my meal easily. The second I was deemed vicious by the man, I was run off and had to call it a day. For the most part I stayed hidden and surveyed the human race. That same day, I stumbled upon a dog park and watched how both beasts got along with one another. It was strange seeing it, but this was the strangest I'd seen yet. Fascinated by this nature, I'd wandered out into the open and unlike the domestic dogs of the human world, the only identification I had was a green feather, all that I had left of my parents. That wasn't enough for the dog catcher that swiped me up faster than I could react. Some who the human got a muzzle on me, but that was the least of my problems. The trip in the back of that machine was terrifying and it was even worse when I arrived at the pound. I had no idea what this was when I was brought to it, but what I was in for I wouldn't have ever expected.❞

P A R T III;
_❝Entering that place was heck on earth. Barks, yelps, howls, whines, it was complete chaos on there. Apparently new arrivals were given this crazy welcoming committee, but all it did was scare the spots off me. It gets worse. I was shoved into this small living space and before I knew it, that contraption on my face was gone and the gate was shut and locked. Leaving me imprisoned behind it, but that was fine. I made a B-line for the darkest corner of the cage and curled up in it and tried my hardest to ignore all the voices surrounding me. Especially my neighbors, they had to be the loudest of them all, but once everything quieted down and became calm. The lights went out and the pound was closed. That's when I first socialized with any other breed than my own. I found out where I was, who they were and I in return introduced myself and told them what species I was. They didn't believe me and swore I was this German Shepard breed they spoke of, a species of dog. Of course, I repeated myself and told them I was a Kiamara. The two dogs just accepted it and one made the comment that hopefully whatever I was would get adopted by those human's I used to call creatures. Calling it a night, I slept among friends for the first time. Morning came and with that I was starving. However, when the food was dispersed to everyone. When it reached me, I was disappointed with the pellets I was given. I sniffed then and that's all it took for me not to judge it. I cleaned that bowl along with my water. I didn't realize how hungry I had been and it was a good thing I'd eaten. The adoption center was open for adopters and they came rushing in and I with many others were put into a pen where we were interactive with the adopters. I was surprisingly happy with this, not realizing that I a wild animal had stumbled into domestication.
___Sadly, I was turned down because many believed I was a mutt of some sort. The spots I had and my un-dog like tail was the reasons for that. That didn't matter because when the lights went out again, my neighbors were no longer with me. They'd been adopted, leaving me alone though I was in a pound full of dogs. It didn't matter. I just shut down and crawled into my corner. When I dreamed that night, I remembered where I'd come from and how fast I'd grown up. Looking down at my feather, I mourned for my parents and wondered where they were. So many questions rose inside my head, but one stood out above all. Was I going to get out of here and be adopted? I wasn't a creature of domestication. I wasn't a dog period, but I slept on the thought. The second morning came and with it, it would bring a new chapter into my life. I was brought back to the pen with the others that weren't adopted the previous day and I was caught by this one girl. A young lady actually. She showed great interested in me and it sparked something right away. She was careful with me and it was almost like she could read me. We both waited each other out until I trusted her enough to where I accepted her after a couple struggles of my aggression and insecurity. She showed me that she wasn't afraid of me nor was she quick to judge. It honestly made me happy and the best part. She took me home after she gave me this name. Luther, though my real name from my parents was Nando. I put the names together and they were a perfect match. Just like how I found my freedom again, with my owner.❞