Nebula { { neb·you·la } } Astronomy
A diffuse mass of interstellar dust or gas or both, visible as luminous patches or areas of darkness depending on the way the mass absorbs or reflects incident radiation.
A golden-orange paw dangled down over fluffy pink clouds, dark purple eyes following to look up at the setting sun. Neb curled her tail through the thick fog to wrap herself up as she waited on the cloud to watch for the birds flocking east. A dark shape moved across the horizon, and Neb identified them as gulls. If only man kind could act as birds. Working together, we could change everything. Nebula reached up at a star and batted the glowing light carelessly with her paw, eyes watching it as it bobbed along through the sky. Nebula opened her eyes to the dull grey ceiling, and looked around to duller grey walls. The dreams weren't un-normal, in fact, she took much pleasure in dreaming the impossible. It was much more fun than thinking about the life she already and always would have. Everything would stay the same because Kiamaras aren't birds. Isn't it strange how everyone thinks that they are the dominant species? They should just look up at the sky, and see birds traveling as one and helping each other. Nebula let out a small sigh and slided out of bed and towards her desk. She looked down at the black and white ketch laying there carelessly, stained with coffee and covered with ink splotches.
It was a large flock of birds, each with a Kiamara tail. Everyone she had ever met glided through the sky there, some good, some not so much, but they were all together, as one big family. Nebula let out a quiet moan and trotted over to the window where the dull grey sky lay peacefully over the city. The further up you looked, the darker it seemed to get. Neb absent-mindedly stepped up onto the wide windowsill and then into the oak tree which climbed nimbly up the side of the house. Nebula followed it, wondering where it was taking her. She stretched out her tail for balance, and in thirty minutes had reached the top. Black surrounded the lone Kiamara, making her frown. She had expected something.. she didnt know what, but something different. But just darkness stood out before her. She lifted her head slowly and let out a sad howl, one commonly used when one is alone and lost. She saw a light glint. A bright green flash of leaves far away. Leaves, and then, as she strained her eyes, bark. Another tree, angling itself harshly through the atmosphere, and, resting apon in much like she, howled another Kiamara, reminding her that she was never alone in this harsh world.
I decided for this piece I wanted to do something really different - something unique that would show her personality a lot. It is obviously a nonsense story - it could never be real, but I quite like it. Hopefully you can look at the difference as a good thing, as I do. I think its quite interesting, like a look into her soul and mind. Oh, and ignore the birds rambling - she is quite obsessed with them. I would like to say good luck to everyone, this Kia is fabulous, and would be my first if I would win her.
Nebula is hard to describe. When she is set on doing something, she will do it, no matter what, but if someone wants her too do something she will do it absent mindedly and clumsily and probably mess it up. She is always dreaming. Dreaming is her escape from reality. She has a massive imagination which she uses to make surreal artwork, which she has on display in and around her treehouse. She is easily excited and immature, but she knows what to do in time of a crises. She is obsessed with stars and birds.
