[whisky]

username: Funsized Kitkat
name: Fallon
personality: (300 word limit)
story of his scars:

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[Offended Cockatiel]

Augh. Such a beauty.

[Froas]

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username : Froas
name : Fenris
The name Fenris is a Norse name.
In Norse the meaning of the name
Fenris is: A mythical monster wolf.
gender : male ♂
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personality ;
prideful • stubborn • mysterious

Fenris, is an extremely prideful Kiamara, and it doesn't take much to hurt it. He likes to do things for himself ad doesn't really like help that often, unless he's in dire need of it or your one of his closest friends. It's hard for him to accept help, since it makes him feel as if he's not good enough to do things for himself, and it really makes him shrivel up behind his façade that he's put up for those he doesn't know. Sometimes though some people do mistake his pride for arrogance, but that's the last thing he is.

To add onto his personality, he is quite stubborn, which may be contributed from his pride. When he has been set in his ways it's almost impossible to get this stubborn kia to change his tune. This sometimes makes him unlikeable, but some have been known to warm up to him and figure out that he's not all that bad, even if he is a little stubborn. But the only bad part is that he's usually right when he picks a side, which again causes people to think that Fenris may be one of the most arrogant kias.

Finally to top it all off, Fenris is quite mysterious, he isn't going to go and tell you every one of his darkest secrets, nor is he going to tell you commonly known facts about him either without him trying to play with your head, or ignoring the subject completely. He doesn't like going back and thinking about his past, nor like answering questions about his scars, even though they are one of his most favored parts about himself. Fenris is more of a closed book than an open one, and he doesn't plan on changing that trait anytime soon.

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story of the scars-

The young warrior sat upon his mount, looking at the glorious city that sat before them. He urged the ornery stallion on with a tap of the reins towards the town, known as Honeystead, known for it's abundant amounts of warm mead. The young man could already taste the warm beverage, and he urged the steed on quicker and quicker. Within a few moments, he was at the gates of the city. He was about to walk through, on to the tavern but the sharp pike of a guard halted his movement. "Hold there! What is your business here stranger?" The guard said in a low and scratchy tone. Fenris could almost smell the stench of cheap ale on his breath, but he ignored it as he said "I'm on my way to sell some of these pelts, and maybe get a nights rest at that there tavern", motioning with his hands at The Merry Maiden, home of some of the best drinks available within the seven holds. The guards gave him a suspicious look and said "Alrighty, go ahead, but I've got my eye on you". Fenris rolled his eyes and pressed onward, walking up to the tavern at an eager pace. He left his horse at the stables, and tipped the stable hand generously to take care of his horse. The cold chill of winter was getting to him as he folded his arms, as he walked into the tavern. The heat of the roaring fire warmed him up quickly, as he went to the closest bar maid and said "I'll have some of your finest mead". Waiting on the beverage, he noticed how a few men were gawking at something on that wall. Being young and curious, he went over and inspected what was on the wall. It was a bounty letter, but not for a criminal, but for a beast. Roughly sketched out was a wolf like creature with huge fangs and deep red eyes. the men were just farmers and even though they didn't speak of it, their fear was evident in their voice. but one man, drunk off to many drinks bucked up to the young lad all clad in armor and began to speak, his words slurred but still understandable. "I bet a boy like you is to much of a milk drinker to take down a real mark". Of course the egocentric lad boldly ripped the sheet from the wall and stuffed it into his pocket, bound and determined to show this guy he was downright wrong. "I'll take down this demon wolf, and I'll bring his hide as a trophy" he spat as he glanced viciously around the dimly lit inn. The villagers looked at him in a mixture of ways, some in hope, and others in astonishment. Some were already planning his funeral. Either way he didn't care, all he was worried about now was felling the beast. He took his drink and gulped it down, setting it down on the table as he stormed out of the tavern, Icy cold wind stabbing his cheek as he gave one last glance at the warm and inviting tavern as he pulled himself onto his horse and went charging out of the city, the gates slamming shut behind him.





Fenris dug his heels into the side of his steed, urging him to keep running, while the horse begged for rest. Only when the town of Honeystead became a dim ember on the snowy landscape did he slow the horse. It was nearly nightfall, as the sun was slowly sinking under the horizon. The icy chill of the wind made Fenris shiver, pulling his hood tightly over his head. He was going to need some place safe to set up camp for the night, and he needed to find it soon. He glanced in all directions until a small stream came into view. It was set beneath a small canopy of leaves and would make the perfect place to set camp. He pulled on the reigns and slid off the horse, and tied it to a small pine. He got a small meal of dried meat out of his saddle bag along with some flint stones to make a fire as he searched around the small clearing for a few twigs. He carried them to a gout in the ground and then began striking the flint stone hastily until it birthed fire. It didn't take long for the fire's heat to warm him as he pulled a couple pelts from the saddle and piled them into a pallet. He munched on the meat gratefully as he slid his shivering body under the thick pelts and began to doze quickly. But sleep eluded him, an unknown scent filled his nostrils as he rose from the pallet and looked around from his campfire. He couldn't see a thing, but his ears told him otherwise. He heard the snapping of a twig under foot, and it sounded too close for comfort. Moving quickly, Fenris unstrapped his dagger from its sheath, glancing around hastily. As soon as the fire's light his the silver blade a shadowy figure burst from the shadows, maw wide and gaping and dagger swiping at his chest. Fenris just barely managed to dodge the dagger as he gave a sharp growl and a couple warning swipes at the figure. It took offense to those swipes as it growled back, swiping and gently nicking his worn leather armor. The two went on like this for quite some time, growling, snapping, and blows never being dealt. The two were evenly matched with a blade, but this man grew tired of their endless game, giving a clack of his teeth and lunging at Fenris, knocking him to the ground. The attacker’s blade met his mark into his chest, but barely made it through the thick leather, only leaving a shallow cut on his chest. The attacker lowered his hood Giving a devilish grin as he was about to plant the dagger into his heart. Fenris, eyes wide, whispered only one word. "Jai?" The attacker quickly pulled himself off, and looked at the pitiful form on the ground in confusion. Fenris saw this and quickly pulled his hood down as well, showing the man his face."It's me, Fenris. Don't you remember?" Jai's eyes brightened immediately and his confused frown turned into a giddy smile. He pulled Fenris off the ground and delivered a bear hug. It had been years since the two had seen each other, being childhood friends in the same little village; they always used to play bandits and spar with their fake wooden swords. Jai pulled away from his old friend, and asked "What are you doing out this way?" Fenris clenched his hands, and showed him the bounty for the demon wolf that he had come to slay. Jai looked at it in interest and then said “By yourself? I don’t think so, I’m coming with you” he said as he shuffled his small bag on his hip, carrying a few important items. He lept onto the horse, and held out a hand playfully and said “Well are you coming or not?” Fenris gave a weak smile as he pulled himself up onto the horse’s back. They spurred the horse forward and charged towards the Hjeric Mountains where the wolf resides in his lair.





Fenris and Jai sat on the horse, galloping for hours and catching up on each other’s lives while they’ve been apart. It didn’t last long though, the mountains were already before them and the beast could be hiding in any crevice of the mountain range. Fenris slid off of the horse first, and then Jai and the two walked side by side, both with nocked arrows ready to fly at the sound of the wolf. Silver eyes glancing around warily, Fenris walked forward with much caution, afraid that at any moment the wolf could leap out and fell the two of them with a single blow. Jai crouched down, and motioned for Fenris to do the same as the two crept along until they reached the edge. The two of them looked down to see the wolf down there, feeding on a large elk. He was twice the size of a normal wolf, almost the size of a horse with razor sharp talons sharp enough to cut through solid bone. Fenris began shaking slightly but he pulled his bowstring back even farther to make up the long distance and then let an arrow fly through the air, causing a solid thud as it pierced the wolf’s thick pelt. It yelped in surprise and looked up angrily, looking for the foolish one who shot him. His red beady eyes narrowed as he spotted the two up on the cliff and quickly made his way up, clawing his way up the side of the low cliff. Fenris went to back away but it was too late. The wolf had launched itself above the ledge and behind the two young men. They swiftly turned and let a couple more arrows fly and attach themselves to his pelt. He paid no mind to them as he roared in anger and went charging at the two, bloodstained teeth bared and muscles rippling under his scarred pelt. Rearing up on his hind legs, he brought down his full weight on Fenris, causing blood to spout out of his face, momentarily blinding him. The pain from the wound was like molten fire burning into his snout as he shook his head wildly, splattering little droplets of crimson over the grey stone. He charged, giving a shrieking battle cry as he took out his dagger and threw himself upon the wolf, scoring his pelt with multiple more flesh wounds. The wolf howled in agony as it backed up slightly. The stun only lasted for a moment before he had Fenris pinned to the ground, clawing and nipping at his form. Each new wound felt like the last, burning hot with pain. He felt his eye sight dimming and his life draining away as the wolf held onto the scruff of his neck, shaking him wildly. His eyes rolled back into his head and he was no longer conscious. Jai saw this, and with renewed vigor, pulled back an arrow that had been doused in poison and aimed at the beast’s heart. He closed his eyes and let go of the arrow as he heard it hiss through the air and hit something with a solid thud. He opened his eyes gently as he saw the wolf there, standing shakily as he glanced down at the arrow that pierced his heart. His deep red eyes dimmed and then shut as he slumped to the ground, still. Jai shot over to the unmoving body of his childhood friend and examined his body. He was still alive, but just barely. Jai ripped a piece of cloth from his under shirt and wrapped it around his neck to stop the bleeding. After a few moments, Fenris regained consciousness as his eyes opened slightly, giving a weak smile to his friend. Jai gave him a smile in return and pulled him to his feet, careful to avoid the many injuries that dotted his body. Fenris, remembered his promise and let go of Jai, stumbling momentarily as he pulled out his hunting knife and stood over the monstrous wolf, taking his hide. He pulled it along, walking down the winding slope until they reached the horse, still munching on a patch of grass. Jai lifted Fenris onto the horse and then pulled himself up as the two started their way back to Honeystead.


Fenris had fell asleep during the long ride back to the town of Honeystead and by the time he had awoken from his slumber, he was in a bed, and his wounds aches severely as he tried to stand. After a few minutes he pulled himself up, looking around the warmly lit room wearily as he searched for the pelt, his weapons, and most importantly, Jai. He pulled the heavy oak door open and at once he knew where he was at. The Merry Maiden. Jai was sitting near a couple of other travelers conversing and when he noticed him, he stood and walked over, along with almost everyone in the tavern. They looked at the thick pelt that hung limply in his hands and stared in amazement. The beast was dead and the hold was safe from his brutal attacks on the settlements. Fenris was quite proud in himself, even though he didn't land the killing blow, the beast was dead and the town was safe. He still wears the many scars from that gruesome battle with the wolf and he always will. His fur has grown thickly over most of them, but they will always be there, reminding him of the victory he claimed that icy winter's day.

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[Bittertiffany]

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[Arabianwolflove]

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[a sky full of stars]

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Mockingbird,
Spread your wings,
The night is cold,
But dawn will sing.
Mockingbird,
Call to thee,
At waters clear,
We all will see.
Mockingbird,
Fly away,
On wings of freedom,
Away from fate.
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Atticus said to Jem one day, "I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the backyard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird." That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. "Your father’s right," she said. "Mockingbirds don’t do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. - Harper Lee, To kill a mockingbird

U S E R N A M E;;
Hello I'm 42. I'm currently a non-owner, though I have tried out for many a Kiamara before. But this isn't about me, it's about this beautiful Kiamara we have here. Talon, he's gorgeous <3

N A M E;;
Ah yes, the Kia's name! Well this handsome man shall be called 'Mockingbird'. His shiny yet mysterious coat reminds me most fondly of a dark forest; roamed not by terrible beasts, but by the innocent birds. Honestly I think the name just suits him; you don't need a reason. Though Mockingbird, his character just the way that it is, goes - most commonly - by 'Mo', and by his close friends 'Finch'.

P E R S O N A L I T Y;;
“I am me and that’s okay.”
Comfortable;
Mo is always comfortable with his personality, if someone doesn’t like his personality it’s not his problem. He’s always the first to cry in a movie and the first to dance in the rain, but this doesn’t bother him, he’s Mockingbird; that’s all he’ll ever be.
“Don’t tell me nothing’s wrong, I’m not that stupid”
Caring;
Finch has quite a soft side; he’s caring and loving, and often known to be quite the charmer when he wants to be. Mo isn’t one to cause pain to anyone and is comfortable in not being everyone’s friend as long as he isn’t hurting anyone.
“A day without fun is a day wasted”
Adventurous;
Mockingbird has a good sense for adventure; he’s willing to do a few things he wouldn’t normally do for a bit of fun. Mo loves exciting times with his close friends and a small dose of adrenaline doesn’t bother him either. Although Mo loves fun, he isn’t one to put his or anyone else’s safety on the line while doing so.
“The sun is never far away, for it’s never truly dark”
Optimistic;
Finch is the friend you go to when something bad has happened. He isn’t the best at comforting people but he’s certainly optimistic. No matter what it is; Mo always finds a bright side to every shadow and a silver lining to every cloud.
“My voice and a bunch of ivory doesn’t sound bad”
Musical;
Mo is definitely not the best singer you could meet. He’s pretty decent but he does it more for the enjoyment for himself then others. He much prefers to sing and dance or play with a bit of passion and fun than to be perfect. He enjoys singing, playing the piano and dancing, often while with friends having a spritely time.
“A day doing nothing is a day without fun”
Active;
Mo isn’t overly sporty but he isn’t one to be sitting still. Whether it be climbing trees, playing games or even just twiddling his fingers; Mockingbird isn’t one to sit around doing nothing, a day of fun is much better than a day of worrying or dreaming.

S T O R Y O F H I S S C A R S;;
At the end of the room was a defined silhouette; black against the lustrous abundance of shimmering gold sunlight…
I closed the sturdy mahogany door with a cautious air; it closing with a muffled ‘clunk’. So this was it; a musty room, filled with all the basics: an oaken wardrobe, a small table and -of course- a bed. Currently occupied.
The figure was asleep, their breaths falling and rising in a rhythmic, quite hypnotic, pace. They were slightly smaller than me – a Kiamara, soon approaching his late teens. I sat in a simple chair an impartial distance from the door and the Kia, who was still lost in a dreamy slumber. I had no idea why I was here; not an inkling. I suppose I was sent here. The unaddressed letter said here exactly; the 42nd room on the left, 5th floor, Hidden Towers. I pulled it out; just to double check, but still it said – quite plainly;

Mockingbird.
On the second Tuesday of the upcoming month I want you to head to the 42nd room on the left, 5th floor, Hidden Towers. If your admittance is denied, show them this letter and all should be fine. No questions asked, nothing precious lost; hear?
Curiosity didn’t kill the cat now did it, but you, you’re no cat. Tread carefully, Mockingbird.

I couldn’t say I wasn’t scared. No I was a bit freaked out all right. But the Hidden Towers had always been known as a safe refuge; nothing bad ever happened there. So I swallowed my fear and followed my feet. And now I sat, staring at the dark body of someone faintly familiar.
The body moved and I jumped to my feet; I didn’t mean it as an aggressive gesture but I was startled and it did contain a slight hint of defence. The kia scrambled to his feet, his sharp blue eyes pierced his surroundings and left my thoughts naked to any eyes. He looked at me, an almost pitying gaze…
“NO! NO! NO!” the kiamara was screaming his lungs out, an almost painful shriek like it was his last chance at survival. He leapt at me; clawing and scratching at my face until I was on the floor, blood blooming from my body - the excruciating pain sending stabs of adrenaline through my veins. He clawed at me, not stopping for the tiniest gap of time and I gasped in agony. I had no strength to even hold him off, and I turned over my eye glinting in the only beauty of the room; the sunlight. With the tiny gleam he stopped. The attacker stepped away from me, his eyes teary. My ear throbbed in an aching pain; twisting my focus and clouding my eyesight. “Mo?” He didn’t touch me, but talked to me like he hadn’t just attacked me – no he talked to me like a friend. I got up, not saying a word and limped to the door. “Mo? No Mo!! MO COME BACK!!!!!!!” he pleaded and cried, begging like a child dragged from its mother. I turned to gaze at him, it was a hurtful gaze; sharp yet soft, painful yet pitying. “Mockingbird…” he pleaded, a desperate whisper. And I turned.
I turned and walked away.
I never saw the kiamara again. But that didn’t stop me carrying a haunting reminder of him, the scars – the scars, they don’t define me. No the scars, they guide me.

It may be a sin to kill a mockingbird, but is the mockingbird as innocent as its song?

E X T R A;;


Mockingbird can be quite the capable writer; this is an exerpt from a piece he wrote for his dear friend who was going through a tough time.

'My Eyes see All' ~ Mockingbird

Fate; so tantalizing.
A mere whispers breath away from you.
Gripped in its jaws, an inescapable cage.
Though sly.

Life; so twisted.
A blind march through the unknown.
A golden breath, though much more valuable;
Less loved.

Song; so beautiful.
A calling to the land’s heart.
Freedom’s sound, released from the heart.
Our escape.

Death; so dark.
A silencing of our hearts.
A floating soul, freed from a body.
Nothingness.

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Mockingbird,
My day is done,
The sin i've dealt thou has been done.
Mockingbird,
Apologies,
Will only freeze,
My destiny.
Mockingbird,
Fly away,
Your freedom is gone,
Condemned to fate.
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All coding and Writing by me - 42.

[iskadeki]

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[kaladin]

Username: Annalese.
Name: Vladimir.
Personality: 300 words.
Gender: Male.
Story of His Scars:
Art: 10 Pieces.

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Personality~
Vladimir is somewhat a devilish little child. Though the only time when he is sensible is when it's something to do with him. Though the only time Vladimir is nice is when he get's something he wants. but that rarely happens to him because he is rude to anyone he can be. the only time when he is nice to someone is when he is begging for something, so don't be fooled by his intelligence. But if you get to know him more you would understand why he does that. though good luck trying to be friends with him because it's very rarely he wants friends. if you excepted something from him you wouldn't even get an answer. this is because he finds nothing interesting in what you do. Though when he wants something you have to be interested, because he get's angry even by the most unexpected things. somewhat of him is really rude because when he makes a comment it comes out rude. you can't stop him being him. it's just how he reacts to EVERYTHING. but things never change with him because it's very rarely that you would be able to talk to him about it. anyway who would want to change someone, they can be themselves, not anyone else. Though if you go deep into his mind you won't be able to tell if he's him or anyone else. Vladimir is very arrogant because he thinks of himself as a hero, a warrior. Though he has something in common with his father, his father was super arrogant, maybe even more arrogant than he is. his father talks about it all the time, he think he's strong, smart kiamara. but no one is perfect, because if people were this world wouldn't exist. But if people were normal than that explains everything.

Story Of My Scars~
The story of my scars isn't that dramatic, anyway it's only a scratch!

[ghoulbites]

|.|Congrats to the winner owo|.|

[kittywolfwarrior]

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◤username;; hi I'm kittywolfwarrior but feel free to call me kitty•◥
name;; monsteroo•

monsteroo is a little shy but if you get to know him you will be able to see his funner side•
He loves running around and getting fit most of the time•
Most Kai's think that monsteroo is a stupid little baby that can't do any thing but really he cloud do what most Kai's could do really•
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❝if I have to tell you,then here I go.
It was a cold winter night a was all alone because I was a stray,
my pawpaws where frozen my fur was the only thing that cloud keep me worm but it did just a little.
I soon Hurd loud barking,it was from a pack of dogs that call themselves "the hunters" soon I Hurd the barking getting louder and louder the pack was soon fave to face with me what cloud I do?
I had to run,as fast as my paws cloud take me.
I soon came to a dead end,the dogs mouths where growling dribble all hanging out there mouths.
The slowly came towards me I was terrified,I leaped in the air hoping that I would jump over them.
I soon had a sharp pain in my ear they was tugging me side to side.
I soon start to think that this would be the last breath that I would take,
But some how I was free out from there jaws I looked around and saw them.
As a flash I ran as fast as I cloud away from them my paws had some cuts in them from the glass that was on the floor, but that wouldn't stop me.
I came to a little gap in a wall and just about I got in.
Well com there i stayed going out every now and then going out to get food and water.
And the scars just came in time.❞