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[.Survivor.]

"A Bear lifted me
high up so I could see
all the earth
...He said I may jump among
high cliffs and
I Shall never Die..."
-Full Mouth (Crow)

Username: Serenaded By Angels
Name of Kia: Kuruk (Pawnee name meaning "Bear")

I chose the name Kuruk because of his coloration and build. He reminds me of a bear which, to the Native Americans, means strength, protection and a Fighting Spirit. Just like his ancestors, Kuruk continues to hold to the beliefs of his people. He lives up to his name as he guards hi people.

Gender: male

Kuruk is male. I see him as no other. He is the Chief guardian of his people. He is definitely male.

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Personality: Kuruk is a typical teenager in the fact that he thinks he knows everything. Like his namesake, he is more of a loner and not a people person, but due to his role in life, he has learned to tolerate people. He can be a bit arrogant and loud, but deep inside, he has a good heart. He always keeps a promise, even if others don't believe he can and he protects the ones he loves. He is not afraid of anything and is a strong warrior.
Story of the Spirit Bear: "You're late Kuruk." I winced as the elder Chief (and my father) spoke those words as I silently took my place among the council. "Sorry father. I will make sure it never happens again." I said almost sarcasticly as I rolled my eyes, and with a glare from my father my ears slightly drooped. " This ceremony is vital in your journey to becoming a Spirit Warrior My Son. Do not take it lightly." The Chief warned as he gave me a stern look. I nodded and sat still as the ceremony began.
"Tonight, we celebrate the coming of the Great Bear. On this very night, when our ancestors roamed this earth there were massive, evil spirits. These spirits would ravage our villages and kill our people. They demanded a sacrifice of the Chief's son when he turned 15, the age of a Warrior. The Chief's wife pleaded with her husband not to take their only son to be a sacrifice to the evil spirits. They both wept for days for they knew that in a week their son would be of the age of a Warrior.

One night, before her son's 15th birthday, the Chief's wife ran into the forest, weeping and praying. Not long after she sat down on a fallen log, she heard a deep, kind voice ask her," Why do you cry child? What has happened to make you weep so?" She turned to see a large grizzly bear standing not too far away. He wa the one who had spoken. Startled she quickly jumped to we feet, but seeing only true kindness in the bears eyes, she sat down by him and hugged his neck, crying into his pelt. "Oh kind Grizzly, the evil spirits are to take my only son an kill him tomorrow. I cannot bare to lose him." She said .
" I will help you. Go back to your family and tell them nothing. I will save your son, do not worry." The bear told her.
The next morning, the Chief and his family rose early and sadly went to where the spirit met them. The mother cried, for she did not see the bear who said he would help. As the evil spirit reache for their son, a massive grizzly bear rose to its full height and let loose a terrifying roar that shook the very earth. The evil spirit fled, never to be seen again, and the grizzly bear returned to the forest like a ghost.
Tonight, we celebrate the life the great bear saved and the promise that it gave us. Protection and truth. For the great bear held his promise and told the truth. And now you, Kuruk, must bear the mark of the Great Bear and tell this story for generations to come. For it is your history, my son." The chief said as he looked at me. I let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding and proudly receive the mark of the bear ad arrow, which I bear on my pelt.

[PsiKenzie]

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PsiKenzie

Name of Kia:
Dyami
Dyami (dee-AH-mee) in a Native American name meaning eagle.

Gender:
Male

What symbol is painted on the other side?
On the other side there would be a symbol representing an eagle wing.
In Native American culture, the eagle is sacred and is greatly honored and respected. I feel that an eagle wing would portray some of his character traits and personality.



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When I was born, an eagle flew over the heads of my tribe, and it perched near the spot where I was resting. Because of this "omen," my mother and father took to naming me Dyami. As I grew older, my parents, no, my entire tribe taught and trained me to, in a way, become an eagle. I possessed strength, power, courage, and honesty. However, there were two traits that I could never comprehend properly. Wisdom and faith were amongst the most importance, yet I lacked them. I need these skills. I need them not only for myself, but for my tribe.

"Hurry up, Dyami!" a commanding yet familiar voice yelled to me. My drowsy eyelids slowly lifted to reveal my best friend, Takoda. " Come on or we'll miss our chance!" "Right," I said yawning. I stretched my legs before creeping outside into the summer's midnight air. "So where are going?" Takoda asked in a whisper. "Don't worry about that. Just follow me," I said with a smile planted on my face.

As we took a short walk, I explained to him that our tribe would soon be migrating to a land with richer soil, a more abundant amount of prey, and purer water. We were both born and raised in this land, and we were both sad to have to leave it. Yesterday morning I decided to take my "old friend" to our favorite spot here. When we arrived our faces had a smile spread across them. In front of us was the breathtaking waterfall that fell into a pond. " I'm going to miss this place," Takoda said sighting lightly. I started to climb up the rocks and looked down at him. "Are you going to follow me?" I asked confused. " But if we fall, we'll die!" I said in a very concerned tone. I smirked, "Come on! You be fine," I said as I continued walking. "This isn't courage!" he yelled, "This is just foolishness!" He started to walk up to me. I just smiled at him. "We'll be fine I promise."

That afternoon everyone gather their belongings before meeting at the center of the camp. Members gathered around waiting. I took my place next to Takoda and listened to the chief. "One of our own has reached the age of maturity," his voice bellowed throughout the entire camp, "It is time for him to be awarded his feathers." The chief then looked at me, "Come, Dyami." I stood and padded over to him and stared at our leader as he brought out my feathers. The chief tied two onto my tail and one onto my left wrist. I dipped my head to him in appreciation. " We will finish the ceremony once we reach the new camp location.
That evening everyone left our old camp and began to travel to the new area where we will live. We walked for weeks, only stopping to rest for the night or to hunt. I was usually found walking beside Takoda, who asked me what it was like to finally have my feathers, and only left to speak with my parents or the chief. Thoughts of being an adult ran through my head. "What do I do now?" was the question that came up the most.

Days later we finally arrived. The fields were emerald green with plants. Rabbits bounced around the sea of bright green as the deer frolicked while we put everything into place. We found a lake settled just up the hill from our area. "Life here will be wonderful," I said. I was wrong.

The sound of flowing water was common for us to hear here, but this wasn't a gentle flow of water. The sound of rushing rapids filled my ears ,and it was followed by fearful, panicked screams. As I stood to investigate, a powerful force hit me on my side. I felt the liquid drag me under the roaring waves. I gasped for breath as my head bobbed above the water. I gathered all of my strength I swam towards the nearest bank where I flopped down in a wet mass. My vision blurred. No matter how hard I fought it, eyelids grew heavier and everything faded.

When I woke, I wandered to the ruined camp to see the lifeless corpses of my parents, my chief,and my friend. Everyone was gone. When I found a spot to rest, I grabbed the paint that I would wear and painted the symbol of a fallen warrior, a human handprint. I looked up and noticed that "omen," an eagle.

Since then I have painted the symbol of an eagle's wing. I now realize that it is better to have faith in something than have no faith at all. Now, I place my faith in the eagle.
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Sorry if this story sounds strange, but my writing style is a bit funny.


Art:

Young Dyami before he got his war paint and feathers.

By Kaycee Sohma


Lovely pixel art of Dyami.

By white.flag


Picture at the top was found on Google images.
The war paint eagle wing and feather were both done by me.

[heartofilum]

Making my form :3

[king_bear]

reserving this post c;

[strawbee]

nvm e.e cx

[wind song]

I don't want to spam this, but neither of your forms are correct as I said the symbol has to be drawn or described- it can not be a google image~
I'll update the front post so everyone can see, sorry my fault, should have done it sooner c:

[.The Bootless Box.]

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[burnside]

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[.Survivor.]

Hey Wind, do you mean my post? Cause I was explaining what I was going to draw, and I haven't drawn it yet...