[pecan]

So gorgeous. <3

[Meduz]

Reserve...

[TheGirlWhoHeldAPen]

Username: .Gerbil.
Kia's name: Akitla
Name Meaning: 'Snow falling on water.' - Inuit
Gender: Female
WIP

[FennecFox]

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Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ
FennecFox

Ƙιαмαяα Иαмɛ
"The name's Syringa, darling. What does it mean? Don't be daft. It's Latin for Lilac- quite a lovely flower. Oh my, that was an alliteration just now. Latin lilac lovely. It has a nice jingle to it, don't you think?"

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
"Have you gone absolutely bonkers? I'm a female, of course!"

Ǫʋιяκƨ
Since Syringa won't admit her own little quirks, I'll have to list them for her.
◊First of all, it's important to know that Syringa tends to speak matter-of-factly. She knows just how lovely she is and occasionally, it gets to her head. So she will absently add things such as 'Of course' or 'Obviously' to her statements as if they were common knowledge and her own loveliness allows her to point them out.

◊Second, Syringa insists on being called by either of two names- Syringa or Syrin. Not Rin, Syr, nor Ringa.

◊Her third most important quirk is that she always carries around a small teacup that she treasures very dearly. She hides it and pretends like it means nothing but she found it one day and was too fasciinated by it to get rid of it.

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Ƨcɛит
Contrary to the belief that Syringa would smell like lilac, she smells distinctly of cranberries. She loves to drink cranberry juice out of her small teacup and the scent will often linger , which is very calming to her and allows her to sleep more peacefully, teacup under her chin.

Ѧɛ∂ιcαℓ Яɛcσя∂ƨ
Syringa is a healthy Kiamara and she's had all of her necessary immunizations. In fact, she prides herself on her health. Her cranberry-rich diet keeps her lean and satisfied and she keeps herself well-groomed.
"If my name is the latin name of a lovely flower, I have to maintain my lovely appearance. Otherwise, it's pointless."

Ƨɛϰʋαℓ Ѳяιɛитαтισи
Syringa is heterosexual. She needs a lovely prince to sweep her off of her feet and accept her and all of her quirks. Although she is secure with herself, she never wants to come off as mean because she'd never intentionally hurt someone else's feelings. So if a Kiamara came along that could see her for her spirit, she would have a world that she can live happily in, snuggled up with not only her teacup, but her loved one also. Oh, and he has to enjoy cranberries.

You can't tear me down..beat me to the ground..Try to block my sunshine, my blue skies..with your clouds. And who do you think you are? Yeah that won't get you far. You may think you're pretty but you'll see that beauty is a fading flower.

♪Ƥℓαʏℓιƨт♪
Smile - Lily Allen
Wings - Little Mix
Pretty Girl Rock - Keri Hilson
Fading Flower - Yuna
Brave - Sara Bareilles
Shy Boy - Jordin Sparks
22 - Lily Allen
Strawberry Avalanche - Owl City
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Δят
Syringa sketch with Lilac flowers
Sketch of the Teacup
Some Characteristics
Firefly Hatred
I speak English, not British

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓ Яɛcσя∂ƨ
→The most cranberries eaten (74)
→Biggest Teacup collection (28, though she only sleeps with her favorite)
→Fastest speed to get away from fireflies (1.32 seconds to get away)

Ғℓαωƨ
Syrin doesn't want her flaws to be on display for everyone so I have to put them out here without her knowing. So shh..
►Deathly fear of fireflies (Something about them randomly glowing in front of her face..)
►Over-confident (She doesn't consider this a flaw)
►Afraid of heights (She doesn't have the tree climbing record, that's for sure)
►She swears one paw is smaller than the other (It's not..)
►She is a horrible dancer. She may look elegant but she'd be tripping all over herself.
►Despite how pretty she is, she hates getting her picture taken. So she will shy away from the camera.
►Sometimes Syringa is too trusting of others
►She can be a bit of an oddball at times (she considers it charming)

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"Ɯσʋℓ∂ Ƴσʋ Яαтнɛя"
WYR: Lose your teacup or your chance at happily ever after?
"I'd rather lose the happily ever after. If I don't have my teacup, fairytales are overrated."

WYR: Have everyone call you Ringa for the rest of your life or be friendless?
"This question is unfair! You know I'm a social butterfly! Well..I want to be. But..I suppose..I'd go friendless. Then there's no one to make the mistake.."

WYR: Lose your beauty or be allergic to cranberries?
"Lose my beauty, of course. Looks aren't everything. How self-centered do you think I am?"

WYR: Admit your flaws to the world or face your biggest fears?
"Oy, keep your voice down. The world doesn't need to know about my flaws. So obviously I'd face my biggest fears. Those lightning bugs had better watch out.."




'The ground is so cold..' The small, chipped teacup could tell that it was going to turn to winter soon. The glass that made up the handle was threatening to crack from the starting frost.
'How did I get here..?' The teacup, homeless, had lost any memory of what life was like before it was lying on its side, half buried in dirt. There were no memories of family, home, or the events leading up to the present. Maybe the chip of glass that had broken off contained all of those things. Which meant that they were never coming back.

One night, the wind had picked up; it was strong enough to blow through all of the treetops in the dense forest and even move the small teacup, sending it rolling down a steep hill before landing in a puddle that was left there from rain the previous night. So the teacup floated, bobbing back and forth on the water.

The teacup floated and floated until eventually, the water sunk into the ground, leaving the teacup once again in the dirt. What a sad life for something that was created for the sake of being in a set. However, right before the season changed, the teacup was pushed out of the dirt and tilted off of its side. Was it the wind again? Then why did the teacup feel warmer somehow?

Syringa pressed her nose against the small concave object, formed from glass and painted in a deep purple color. The way that the light gleamed off of the clean portions was fascinating. It was almost as beautiful as Syringa herself. Almost.

'What's happening? Why can't I just be left in the dirt like usual?'
Syringa had no idea what the teacup was thinking, or that it even had any thoughts at all. All she knew was that it seemed lonely and obviously hadn't been taken care of. She tapped her paw against the glass lightly, instantly falling in love with the small clinking sound that emanated through the forest when her claw hit the fragile object. What could she do? There was no way she was just going to leave it there for someone else to take. So she leaned down and carefully held the object in her mouth before she dashed forward, a gleeful feeling brimming in her soul. And once she was home, she curled up on her bed, setting the teacup in the crook of her arm and neck before resting her head. For some reason it made her feel safe and like she had a companion, though it could only be temporary. After all, if she ever found a proper mate, they wouldn't be as intrigued by the teacup nor love it nearly as much as she.

Determined to keep it safe, she hid the teacup away in the morning, staring at it for a long while before bounding off in hopes of finding some other treasures that day.
'So warm...It must not be close to winter. But I could have sworn...Oh, yeah..I made a friend.' The teacup was thankful for both the warmth and the companionship and could now only wonder when the ice and snow would permeate through this temporary safe-haven.

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Ғαʌσяιтɛ Ƨαʏιиɢƨ
►"It's not polite to stare."
►"Don't be daft, love."
►"Bullocks!"
►"If you stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything."
►"Some people cause happiness wherever they go...Others whenever they go."
►"Catching fireflies isn't such a bad concept..since they get locked up in a jar."

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Like most of us do, Syringa leaves a little note when she leaves to go somewhere. Even if no one sees the note, it comforts her to write it and see that
it's still there when she returns.
Most times, she'll leave a message about getting cranberries or going treasure hunting, even if
that isn't really what she's doing.
After all, she loves to have fun and live in her own little world, so as long as it's fun for her, it doesn't
matter what she writes.
She always draws a small self-portrait, a flower of some sort, and her pawprint. It's all a part of her signature, which she also leaves.
Occasionally, she'll write down a random time at the top, considering she can really only determine how late it is by how dark it is.
Syringa is a slightly isolated fun-loving spirit with some snark and over-confidence. Her notes are a very small way to express
herself and let her personality shine through.

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Ғʋтʋяɛ Δƨριяαтισиƨ
→Overcome her fear of heights
→Find someone that will overlook her flaws and quirks
→Expand her teacup collection
→Learn how to dance
→Become more social
→Learn to swim
→Learn to keep her mouth shut (when she really needs to)
→Get organized (Her living quarters are very messy, just like me~ )

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As sweet as Syringa is, she also has a cranky side. It may be rarely seen, but is not unheard of. There are only a few things that will put her in a sour mood but once she's in a bad mood, it's difficult to get her out of it (no matter how many cranberries or teacups you offer her). This crankiness ties in with her needing to learn to keep her mouth shut sometimes because she'll say some pretty crude things, no matter how innocent she looks.
Cranky Initiator Number 1: Arguing
Not just any arguing, though. For the most part, she can ignore it when others get into a bit of a tiff. But when her friends are the ones arguing and it's over something ridiculous, she jumps right in. Her bark is definitely worse than her bite.

Cranky Initiator Number 2: Imitations
Yes, she has a British accent and people need to get over it. When people try to imitate her, she considers it very rude and has no problem saying so. Of course, this only applies when she feels as if she's being mocked. After all, she's too beautiful to be made fun of.
"You don't even know the half of it, darling..."

Cranky Initiator Number 3: Cold tail
Syringa doesn't mind the snow and the rain, but she gets into a slightly bad mood when her tail is cold. When she's sleeping, she curls her tail under her so it's usually warm, and she is often protected from the rain where she sleeps so it doesn't become much of a problem until winter. Sometimes she feels like she just needs some kind of tail scarf or something. She won't get violent over this but she will complain and curse the creation of winter when the cold becomes too unbearable. Since she has her fur, though, it remains manageable more often than not.

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Ɯнʏ Ɩ ωαит нɛя
When I first saw this Kiamara, I instantly thought of the lilac flower. Not just because of the gentle purples in her palette but because it was very nostalgic to me. My mom would have lilac bushes planted around our porch and in the summer, the smell was so prevalent that I'd sit out there and watch the butterflies gather on them. So I imagine Syringa to be very similar- Sweet, beautiful, and intriguing enough to attract butterflies. Of course, I couldn't have her be all sugar and no spice, so I wanted to reveal what's under all of the light colors and the smile. So she has her little quirks and her crankiness and in this sassy side, she is very similar to me.
But she also has qualities that I wish I had, such as being laid back and having confidence in herself.
Syringa is not your average girl next door and I love that about her. I connected with the Kiamara pretty quickly and I'd love to have the chance to bring this personality to life.
When I try out for a Kia, I try out only if I feel a connection with the Kia and have a name or an idea of a name quickly come to mind. So for Syringa, I felt a connection with her immediately and decided "I want to use the latin name of Lilac if it's pretty" because I know that species have Latin names. Humans are Homo-sapiens, if anyone was wondering... (How nerdy does that sound? xD)
Anyway, I've always admired Kiamaras and I'd love to be part of the community and have a Kia that I connect with and truly care for. I don't want a Kiamara just for the sake of owning one.

I'm by the stage I get a look from a rock boy..He's got the shades on indoors like a rock boy. I'm sick and tired of them rock boys, so bye bye boy.

♥Syringa may be full of youth but until she finds the right partner, she'll wait in her tower for her knight in shining armor.

♥Because she is heterosexual, she is obviously looking for a male, but she has a few requirements:

▬Other than accepting her flaws, he has to have a sense of humor. Laughter is something that brightens Syringa's days and someone who can't laugh is like a fish that can't swim- eventually it becomes someone's dinner.

▬Someone that is good at compromising. When Syringa is cranky, she needs someone that can calm her down and find some compromise because her annoyance is blinding at times.

▬Someone who isn't afraid to fight for her. As much as she loves them shy boys, Syringa can be a little too trusting at times and she needs a protector on those off chances that something does happen.
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Although Syringa is full-grown, she keeps to herself most of the time. And that is something she wants to change. She wants to let people get to know her, both for the good and the bad. One trait that they would discover would be her tendency to be a goof. Syringa tries to act her age and be mature, but her childish side just tells her to jump in piles of leaves right after they've been raked or stand her ground on the smallest things. It may also be a contributing factor to her being a bit disorganized.

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I wanted to elaborate on Syringa's fear of fireflies by telling the story of how her fear developed. Syringa, a bit too trusting, once trusted the wrong person as a child. She wasn't injured, aside from her trauma that caused her to loathe fireflies. Some people call them lightning bugs and others call them fireflies, but to Syringa, they're just evil. As much as she loves most nature, they are the main object of her fear.

When Syringa was younger, she'd often wander through the forest and explore until it was dark. Despite her confidence and preservation of appearance as an adult, she wasn't afraid to get dirty in the past. She'd wait until the moon had risen high in the sky, illuminating her path home. Now, she wasn't just walking around in the forest with nothing to do. So there was a method to her madness.
At this time, she hadn't yet developed her love for cranberries. Her fascination back then was the view. Because at the edge of the forest, there was a beautiful clearing that stretched to a smaller area of land with it's own mini forest. Syringa had never learned to swim, so she could never make it to this place that seemed like a faraway island with a view of the vibrant blue sky. Not being able to physically go there was what made her spend her days, sitting at the edge of the water and just watching, her mind wandering over what the grass would feel like and what the flowers would smell like.

There were multiple times when, against her better judgement, she almost just dove into the water. The day that her fear developed was one of those days.

It had gotten dark and the moon was an easily recognizable crescent. There wasn't as much light as usual to lead her down the path that would bring her home, and as she fumbled around in the lack of light, she felt some sort of thick wall barricading her way. Her thoughts immediately spiraled to thinking that she had gotten turned around somewhere and she needed to go back. Then the wall moved. And spoke.

"Are you lost?" His voice was kind, a smile to it that raised the pitch ever so slightly. Syringa didn't know how to react other than to nod and soon, she was being led through the forest. She was always just a bit too trusting, but things usually had a way of working themselves out.

Syringa followed the seemingly kind man, trying to find anything that would indicate they were close to her home. But soon, the clearing that she had just come back from was in sight. The water in front of her was dark aside from the light shed from the moon, limited as it was. Before Syringa could ask what was happening, small lights began floating all around her. There was a buzzing sound prevalent in the air as the lights circled around her. There were hundreds of them and when Syringa looked for the man that brought her there, he was gone. What were these things flying around? She backed up, attempting to get away from them, whatever they were.

Before she could thoroughly examine the situation, she was already falling back into the water, which sent her heart racing in overdrive. She didn't know how to swim and she didn't know what these creatures around her were. They were flying all around her face and she couldn't see clearly from all of the yellow blurs that obscured her vision. A few of them landed on her nose, some of them right by her ears. Then she felt the freezing water beneath her and her breathing became quicker, her voice catching in her throat as she scrambled to her feet from the shallow area she landed in and ran as fast as she could. She could still hear the buzzing in her ears and she tripped various times because of the yellow still blurring her vision. Did the stranger want to freak her out? Why couldn't he just take her home? What were those things? All of these thoughts filled her mind as she rushed inside her house, immediately curling up, trying to get warm again.

And right outside, visible through the glass, was one of those creatures. The light was shining obnoxiously and she panicked for a moment before the light suddenly disappeared. Then a few feet away, it appeared again.

"Fireflies." That same, kind-sounding voice could be heard and she ran out to see the same figure that she had run into earlier. When another of these 'fireflies' illuminated right in front of her, she screeched and jumped back, shaking. Then her once curious gaze that was full of wonder was set in a glare.
She felt like they were crawling all over her. And if they were 'fireflies', were they really on fire? Or were they going to hurt her? They had already practically blinded her and scared her enough for one night.
All she wanted was to make it to that small piece of land out in the water and instead, she got lost.

Maybe the fireflies represented her missed opportunities or her regrets. Or maybe even her fear of how lost she was that day. And despite being too trusting of the man that unleashed the beasts, she still continues to be a little too trusting as an adult. In the back of her mind, she wonders why he released so many of them and if they weren't as evil as she thought. For some reason, though, they just induced that same fear in her that was there on that day. So for now, their best place would be in a jar somewhere.

To this day, Syringa can't help but wonder what it's like on that small stretch of land. Which is why one of her future aspirations is to learn how to swim. Then she can go back to that place and swim over to her destination and finally accomplish her goal.

Her only trepidation toward the idea? What if there are a ton of fireflies living there?


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[typewriter;]

-dropping out after losing my form seven times ;n; I hate computers T^T

[eli ayase]

Username: vocal

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❝ I'm breakin' down gonna start from scratch,
Shake it off like an etch-a-sketch,
My lips are saying good-bye,
My eyes are finally dry ❞

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Kia's Full 'Anthro' Name: Geneva Aurora Rósa
Kia's Name: Geneva Rósa
Kia's Nickname: Geneva

Gender: Female
What She Thinks: Being a female is to the upmost importance, sorry boys.


Age: In human years, Geneva is 18. Yes, she is now an adult.

Zodiac: Cancer




Wind swept through the forest, followed by tons and tons of snowflakes that reflected little light at all. Geneva shivered, looking around for her family. At the age of thirteen, there isn't much you can do when your lost in a blizzard. Where was her family? She had no idea. Her mother and siblings were all white-furred anyway and her father ran away after he figured out his mate was expecting. And, you guessed it. Geneva was the runt.

"Mother?" She called out, panic surging through her. She felt the blood pump in her ears, and he face was drained with worry. Just minutes ago she awoke to the sunrise reflecting on the calm snow. This isn't a way to start the family, mother! She thought, parting her jaws to speak. But she couldn't. She was just too frightened. What could Geneva do now?

She ran.


Faster, and faster, her paws flew off the ground, the snow blasting from her ankles like a rocket. And never had she felt like she was flying. The faster she ran, the lighter she became. All was peaceful until she felt her paws fly into the air. Her eyes were closed, and yet, for some odd reason, she could not open them. Her paws struggled to find ground, and when she couldn't, she finally forced her eyes open. There she was, flying off a cliff right into a waterfall.

How stupid of me! She cried in her thoughts, tears coming to her eyes. This was it. This was, what the called, the end. Now, she knew, there was no happily ever after. There was just... Death. Bracing herself for the impact of suffocation and water-filled lungs, she curled into a ball and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Splash! Geneva dropped into the water and bounced off the bottom. Struggling to get to the surface, Geneva's legs worked harder than ever before. She lost her air bubbles as she swam upward, fighting for oxygen and meeting the grey sky. She was freezing. Her body shook like thunder and her eyes burned like fire. And she met life. Air. Her only need at the current moment. She gasped for it, crying hard. And when she met the shore, she collapsed. The world spun around her. Tears poured out of her face. It was time to face reality. She was never going home.

[pIanted]

^click to join the world of Valentine^

[SethyaX]

Username: Maya.
Kia's name: Snowflake
Gender: Female

[Adallina]

Username:Adalgisa
Kia's name:Lilac
Gender: Female

[JoJosuke]

Dropping out