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ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ✯
Hello there, Windy! I'm claire;, formerly Midnight Dragon. You may call me Claire, Midnight, Dragon, or Night. I don't mind any of those. You may have seen me lurking about the fanclub and fanforum a few times because I'm the lucky owner of three lovely Kiamaras, Luster, Olivia, and Yvette. Yvette you should know, however, as you made her and judged her! I've been thinking about my last Kiamara a lot, and I wanted it to be a male and a child, and designed by you, and this little guy fits the bill.

ｎａｍｅ ✯
This little guy's name is Vincent, like the famous painter Vincent Van Gogh. His markings reminded me of the style he used on his paintings, and his colouring just strikes a resemblance to the colours used in some of his paintings, such as this one and this one. Vincent is a Latin name meaning "prevailing". It originally stemmed from the Latin word "vincere", which translates to "to conquer". Sometimes his friends call him Vinny.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ✯
This kiamara baby is a lovely boy. As soon as I saw him, he reminded me of a good friend I have, and I found him to look masculine. Besides, I'd love for my genders to be even if I won him. But I can see him as a female as well. However, I have made him a male.

ｉｌｌｕｓｔｒａｔｅｄ ｓｔｏｒｙ ✯
“Aarrr!” Growled the tiny teal and indigo Kiamara. Her pale yellow eyes sparkled with exuberance and energy, and though her tone was angry, her face was split in a wide grin. “You’ll never get me treasure, Vincent!” She swung her wooden sword at the equally as small peach and navy male Kiamara.
“I think not, fiendish rogue!” Vincent squeaked, brandishing his own weapon, a large stick. “Sterling and I will die before you plunder another ship, Captain Marianne-Elise!” His black hat with a red feather bobbed as he turned to his companion, a dark navy blue small Kiamara with pale golden starry spots, partially hiding behind Vincent.
“Vinny, watch out!” Sterling cried out worriedly, bright yellow eyes worried, as Marianne-Elise pretended to slash Vincent with her sword. Vincent countered and pretended to ram his stick through her, but just tickling her in the chest with the stick. Giggling, Marianne-Elise collapsed.
(Illustration One)
“Ooh, you got me!” She laughed as Vincent and Sterling padded up to her, laughing as well. Both the boys lay down on either side of her as their laughter slowly quieted. Their eyes all fell upon the blue autumn sky, dotted with white puffy clouds.
“That one kind of looks like a bird,” Vincent noted happily, pointing his colourful paw at a cloud above their heads. Sterling and Marianne-Elise nodded, giggling, envisioning puffy white birds floating lazily across the blue expanse. “And that one looks like a turtle!”
“I think it looks like a bunny,” Marinne-Elise said, pondering the peculiar shape of the cloud. “It could be a…” She paused for a minute before her face lit up. “…a turnny! Turtle and bunny mix!” She giggled as she poked Vincent and Sterling.
“I see one that looks like a dragon,” Sterling said shyly, pointing up at the sky. “But I don’t know…” He held his tail in his paws shyly. Vincent and Marianne-Elise agreed with him soothingly.
“Do you ever wonder how high up clouds are?” Vincent asked quietly, sending all three children into thought. They listened to the September wind for a bit, pondering. Sterling spoke up soon that they it depended on the type of cloud, and that some clouds like fog were actually only a few feet of the ground. Smiling, Vincent and Marianne-Elise were reminded how nice it was to have a smart kid for a best friend.
(Illustration Two)
“I love watching the clouds,” Sterling added quietly after a few more cloud observations. “But I love the stars even more. Yvette and I do it almost every night, unless it’s raining or she’s seeing someone.” Colour came to his cheeks as Sterling thought of his older sister blushing and mumbling, talking about a person. “It’s really weird to have your older sister have a crush, I think.”
“You know,” Marianne-Elise interjected. “I’m kind of glad I don’t have to deal with that romance stuff. Too confusing!” She made a silly face and Sterling giggled. “What about you Vinny? Vincent?”
Vincent was silent, staring up at the sky. Suddenly, memories of his parents came to mind. He remembered that they were best friends with Sterling and Yvette’s parents, and when they passed away, they were devastated. They turned to alcohol, and some nights they, in a drunken stupor, abused their young son. Terrified, young Vinny had fled from his parents. Within a day, however, Olivia had found him. Pretty Olivia, who loved children and adopted him.
“Nothing,” he said brightly, snapping out of his nightmares. Live in the present, because the past is behind you. “Come on, guys, let’s go inside and draw together!” His bright tail wagged in excitement as Sterling and Marianne-Elise agreed wholeheartedly as they pranced inside, filled with the joys of today.

From a window inside, Olivia watched the children play. Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail and she had neatly sliced apples on the table for them to grab when they came in. Complete with colour-coded plates: navy for Sterling, teal for Marianne-Elise, and orange for Vincent.
Dear little Vinny, who she had found all alone, who she loved like a son. Who she hoped would never change.
(Illustration Three)
(698/700 words)

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ✯
Vincent is a very exuberant, adventurous, and playful little boy. He loves to play outside with his friends and pretend to go on grand adventures all day. His daring attitude makes him feel fearless, and his creative mind allows him to create intricate plots for his heroic free spirit. He’s extremely optimistic, and also innocently naïve, always seeing the good in people. He believes in all kinds of mythical creatures. Vincent is also very sensitive, and he lacks seriousness. He also has a miniature attention span. But overall, Vincent is truly a sweet Kiamara.
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[sheepsorrel]

This Is My Art! It Is Him Exploring. I Had Trouble With It, So Please Just Looks At It Upside-Down Or Take Your Time And Go In To Flip It. I Have Added You.

Stream Of Rainbows

Ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｃｓ. . .

N a m e ;; Marshmallow! Ha, just kidding. I'm Stream. Short For Stream Of Rainbows.
G e n d e r ;; Gender --- Male, Of Course! I'm Not A Girl.

Ａ Ｂｉｔ Ｍｏｒｅ. . .
P e r s o n a l i t y ;; I Am Bold And Clever, But I Can Be Shy And Hotheaded.
H i s t o r y ;; My Story? I'll Tell You. Its Short, Though.


I was wandering around in
the forest on that day, the day when I found my
home. I was an orphan, as my mother had died
when I was young.I was used to it, and I liked
the freedom. I climbed up a tree and saw a group
of kiamaras heading into the woods. I hid in a
tree trunk, I was very scared. Let’s cut to the
chase, though. When they came. They heard me
breathing. One of them scrambled up the tree
and stared at me. It was about my age, maybe
even a bit younger
. “Mama!” She yelled. “There’s a Kiamara in
this tree!” An older kia looked up at me, her
eyes widening. She raced up the tree and
grabbed me by the scruff. I squirmed and
tried to get away, but she just calmed me down.
I decided to live with them, and I eventually
learned to like them. Now I live with them
and they are family.


The End

[Dragon Documentary]

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reserve <3

[please delete .]

Is this one a PPS? Or would it be able to be grown?

Seriously contemplating entering.

[Peachpie1164]

Dropping out, i couldnt think of a name.

[.The Bootless Box.]

[left]

A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven

[/left]

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I feel so horrible I couldn't find the time to try for this guy he's so beautiful it makes me so sad but I am incapable of doing it right now. I had an allergic reactions to one of my medications, Oh please do take care of this beautiful boy for me you guys. Therefore unless another very grateful extension I cannot do anything but drop out.

[Beastlyhobbit]

Ｖ Ａ Ｌ Ｅ Ｎ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｅ

╔--------------------╗
║U S E R N A M E║
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✕ Beastlyhobbit is my name. You can
✕ call me Beastly or Hobbit. I am
✕ current non-owner and this is my
✕ 14th try and I hope to win this
✕ sweet girl.

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║ＮＡＭＥ║
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✕ Valentine. Valentine you say? Its a
✕ boys name and it's not even close
✕ to Valentine's Day. I was named
✕ after a girl name Valentine from
✕ my father's favorite book, Ender's
✕ Game. Some people call me Val or
✕ Valie too.

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║ＧＥＮＤＥＲ║
╚----------------╝

✕ I am a girl even if I have a little
✕ boy's name!

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║P E R S O N A L I T Y║
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Problems are everywhere and I can solve most in an
intelligent way. When you have a problem I will solve it and will help
you through the troubles that may come with it. I usually never give
up on a problem, problems usually give up on me. For me to
give up on something I either realize its stupid or for someone to pull
me away by force. I may seem perfect, but I am not. I am very emotional.
When I think I can solve a problem and I can't, I become very upset.


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║D A N C E • O F • T H E • F I R E F L I E S║
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I was sitting inside, watching the sun slowly set. Tonight was the night that we had
been planning for weeks; tonight was the night we were going to find the fabled
Dance of the Fireflies.

"Today I am gonna find the Dance of the Fireflies!" I said to Seraphina, who was
babysitting me. She looked at me and chuckled. I quickly ran to my room and got my
backpack. I brought a map that my friends and I made, crayons to draw on the map,
some snacks, and a camera. I put it on my back and saw it was dark.

"Bye Seraphina!" I yelled while I was running out. I ran out to Finch's tree house to
meet my friends. I ran up the stairs and saw that all my friends were waiting for me.

"Hi!" yelled Haya. I smiled at her while I pulled the map out of my backpack and laid
it out on the ground.

I pointed to the map and said, "We head to Benny's house first, because that's where
they gather. Then when they come, we'll follow them to their secret dance floor." We
all looked at each other and nodded. I stood up behind Ben and he lead the way.

When we got there, we sat and waited for about 20 minutes.

"They should have been here by now!" said Aviva. I looked at her and nodded. I sat there,
confused, and then blurted out,"If they don't come to us, we come to them!" I smiled and
we headed to the tree house to wait for them.

We were right in front of Kaito's house when Finch yelled, "LOOK!" We all looked forward
carefully to see a huge swarm of yellow illuminated fireflies coming forward.

"They were just a little late!" giggled Kiki. They passed swiftly, and we just stared for a
few moments in awe. A smile began to spread over my face and I started to run, yelling,
"This is what we've been waiting for!" I started to hear the footsteps of my friends coming
behind me.

We followed them over to Benjamin's home, where they suddenly stopped. They came from
almost every direction to swarm in.

"Wow," said Finch, turning around in circles. Within minutes, you couldn't see more then a
few centimeters forward, all you would see were the swift motions of the bugs. Suddenly
we all let out a gasp. We were rising up like in Peter Pan!

The small bright bugs carried us to the forest. When they set us down, we were all shaking out of fear and happiness. I began to
Look around. Even more fireflies had joined the "dance!" All the trees looked mystical with the
twinkling bugs crawling all over them. I went to pull out my camera to take pictures. Little did
we know this wasn't even the dance; they were just getting ready.

Suddenly they all stopped moving and flew into a sphere. Then the circle broke into two parts
and, like a ribbon, they wove their way through the trees in unison. The grasshoppers began to
jump simultaneously forming a pattern too. The crickets began to sing a beautiful symphony
that went to the movement of the fireflies, and big butterflies lined the trees with their
beautiful wings. They were flapping to the crickets' beat! Then, music and motion had stopped,
except the movement of the fireflies. Instead, they started to swirl over the woods, illuminating
everything, making it seem like it was morning in the dark of night.

They swirled around for a while and then they descended down and twinkled on the grass as if to
rest. They began to twist around us and we began to rise again. Our group blinked and then
everything went black.

I didn't remember anything else, because in the morning we were inside the tree house. We looked
at each other and smiled.

"We saw it right? " I asked. My friends and I exchanged happy glances.

"I even got it on tape," said Kaito, holding up his video camera. Without even trying we all said
together, "That was amazing," because we had finally seen the Dance of the Fireflies.
(700 words exactly)

{Credits}
Art from top to bottom
Art by Neko-the-Gunslinger
Lucky Cerise
PureCazy
{Thank you's}
Thank you to PureCrazy for the wonderful formatting!
Thank you to anyone who let me use their Kia c:
Last, but not least thank you Windy for a great Kia! <3

[pecan]

━━━ ✧ ━━━
Username:
Cobweb
Kia's Name:
Rêveur (Pronounced Ree-veyer; French for 'dreamer'.)

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The Shed. A small, squarish wooden building no larger than an adult Kiamara, it has been the place of screams and torment, blood and useless pleas for centuries. Every Halloween, once darkness dyes the ground in an inky-blue hue, they will come. They will seek you out with no mercy. They will hunt you down to the depths of your dreams, the labyrinth of your mind, the essence of your soul.

And it is twice the trouble if you ever resist, for they will go the extra mile...

This passage, scrawled in fading black ink on a piece of thick, yellowed paper, had scared almost everyone. I laughed, waving it in Chip's face for the fifteenth time. "I'm so not scared! Are you?" I stopped my little prance around him, a little embarrassed by the 'Is this dude mad?' looks passers-by shot at me. He flicked a ear in annoyance. "Quit it, Rev. I'm not."

A little irritated by his apathy, I intruded his personal space bubble again. "C'mon, you're scared. I know you are!" Please say yes so we can go adventuring... I stood aside and waited with bated breath for his answer.

He glowered so hard that I squirmed inside and almost backed a step. But no, I was brave. I would never do that. ~WIP
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