All about a small girl finding her way in a big world and searching for something she knows to exist.
Username:
Why hello eue My username is currently Dragon Documentary, and I, sadly, do not own a Kiamara. The lovely TheNinthWolf suggested the username Documentary, and seeing as I love dragons, the username was created!
Kia Name:
This delightful girl's name is Filia, which is pronounced FEEL-ee-uh.
Meaning:
This young Kiamara resembles a princess, so I thought that the name Filia would fit, because it is Latin for daughter. In this case, daughter would mean daughter of a king, making this gorgeous gal a princess.
Gender:
Filia is a fearless female Kiamara.
Age:
Filia is relatively young at five Kiamara years old. She is young enough to be a tad bit rebellious, but old enough to grudgingly understand her responsibilities as princess.
Personality:
-Headstrong-
Filia is certainly a mule when it comes to obeying orders. She stands her ground over her opinions, and does not let anyone sway her in her decisions. If she is commanded to do something, she tries everything to find a loophole in the order, or dodges it completely. Eventually though, if commanded strong enough, she will relent and obey the order.
-Feisty-
Her unruly ways might be a problem, but Filia also has a quick wit and feisty temperament. She may look like a calm gal, but she is actually extremely feisty in all of her ways. She may look fragile, but she is far from it.
-Adventurous-
When presented with a new and exciting idea, Filia sets out on a quest to make the idea come true. She is fearless in her ventures, and will do anything to fulfill her curiosity about the outside world. She ventures away from home for days at a time, carefully inspecting each element of the world outside of her cave.
-Friendly-
Even though she has mule-like ways and a strong temprement, Filia is also extremely friendly to new animals. She welcomes all with gusto, and loves meeting them and learning their backstories. She enjoys when they do not know that she is a princess, because then they treat her like a normal Kiamara.
Likes:
The beach (ppphhhhhh obviously <3), waves, sunshine, rocks, shells and shell collections, diamonds, cloaks, stormy weather, rain, lightning, maple leaves (yes they are very yummy), fish, starfish, stars, constellations, and birds. She also loves her feathers, her family (which consists of Sir and Missus, as well as a little brother and sister), wind, the moon, pawprints in the sand, owl calls,
seagull eggs, fireworks, challenges, jokes, fire, ice, and squirrels.
Dislikes:
Mad animals, oysters, clams, crabs, lobsters, bubbles (they are terrifying), sand rubbing against her skin or blowing in her eyes, the smell of sunscreen, her little brother's tantrums, the fact that she is a princess, thorns, pinecones, cars, bikes, and chocolate.
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Poem: Something beautiful was stirring
Something of an ancient stance
I watched with a fixed horror
As something emerged from the depths of time
An eerie ship all hung with black
Imposed upon the shore
Sailing at a breakneck speed the ghostly crew maintained
Grinning through sullen skulls
And whisking around a deck black
I watched with a fixed horror
As the Swarm bore down upon land
Story:
The wind swirled around me at an unbearable rate. My feathers fluttered as if they were birds taken from the skies. I sniffed the air, wondering when it would show up. Scanning the shoreline in front of me, I was pleased to see a stormy grey front approaching me at a rapid pace. Waves were tossing and frothing in the ocean like crazed racehorses just before a race. I was truly in the calm before the storm, for everything around me seemed paused in time, as if I were the one holding the universe in a breathless trance. Suddenly, thunder shook overhead, and the soft patter of rain upon sand descended upon my ears. Lightning crackled and weaved, tracing a line of fire in the heavens. Little holes appeared in the sand, coming closer and closer, until I finally felt the refreshing breath of rain upon my face. Then it finally showed up. On the horizon something which resembled a large speck emerged from the depths. It glowed an eerie green, and then with a flash, was gone forever. I held my breathless stance, wondering if it would ever emerge again. Nothing happened, and with a weary and disappointed shake of my head, I stumbled away back to my home. As I paused in front of the entrance, I winced, not wanting to confront my father. As soon as I took a meek step into the cavern, a booming voice enveloped me.
"How DARE you venture out on the beach again!"
I murmured a sarcastic apology and then whirled around with, "You'll NEVER understand me!"
I raced into the night, not caring about where I was going or where I had gone. I somehow ended up lying on the beach, sound asleep. I dreamed of the Catacombs, and how I had found that scroll. Then my dreams turned fitful as I remembered Father's disappointment that I, a "princess," had dared to believe in the Swarm. Suddenly my dreams grew truly violent, and I tossed and turned, only to be awakened by the soft lull of lapping waters. My bright eyes opened, and the scene before me was different than the scene from the previous night. Bright sunlight engulfed the sand, and soft, rolling waves danced in the ocean. The sky was clear, with only a tiny cloud in the sky. I breathed in deeply, reveling in the scent of fresh salt, a Southern breeze, and sun bleached fish. Out of habit I pawed the starfish in my mane. I looked out upon the endless horizon, wondering if I would ever see the Swarm again. I knew that father didn't want me to go after it, because he had been warned at my birth that something terrible would happen to me if I ever met up with the ghostly ship. However, my curiosity was endless. I wanted nothing more than to board the glowing vessel, and see for myself all of its prisoners.
With a sigh, I heaved myself up from the burning sand and shook my mane. Something thumped onto the sifting earth, and on further investigation, I realized that it had come from behind my ear. I looked it over, and it was a tiny stone engraved with a map. I studied it closely, and then with a widening grin, bounded off to the ocean, this time confident that what I looked for was near.
Art (done by me) :
Story of the shell necklace Filia is wearing in the picture:
Mother licked me dutifully, making sure my fur was sparkling. My innocent eyes stared up at the grinning face of a imposing male Kiamara. He whispered something to the lady holding me, but I could not understand it, seeing as I was only about three minutes old. Suddenly, something very ugly and twisted appeared above me. The creature had black eyes, and a long snout which had an abundance of whiskers growing from it. It growled something in my parent's general direction, and then handed them something shiny.
Years passed. I was now a fully grown Kiamara, and my strength proved it. One day, as I was trotting along the nearby shore as a hefty three-year-old (proudly displaying my feathers, as always), I noticed something glimmering on the sand. Upon closer investigation, I realized that it was a wet silver dollar. Delighted, I cracked open the tough outer shell with my teeth, and was quite disappointed to discover a most unpleasant taste awaiting me as I crunched on the dove-shaped innards of the animal. Dashing back to my cave, I told Mother all about my encounter, and she frowned slightly. I, thinking she was expressing this disappointment in my direction, slunk off to my corner of the cave. Soft paw steps sounded in my corridor, and Mother peeked her nose around the corner which led to my cave. Grumbling, I turned away from her, not wanting to hear anything she wanted to say. Carefully, she padded up to me and, without a word, placed something shiny and cold around my neck. I glanced down at it, and was surprised to see a brown seashell hanging from a cord made of some sort of shadowy substance.
Mother gave me a glum lick, and then explained that the necklace was given to her by a seer. At my birth, apparently my parents had been warned by this seer about something terrible that would happen to me as I aged. The seer said this necklace would protect me from whatever that terrible thing was. I was to be given the necklace the third time I encountered a silver dollar. Thus began my quest for my fate.
Princess Thoughts:
Filia crouched on the earth, weeping bitterly. A scene kept replaying in her mind like an obnoxious neon road sign. She remembered a gruff voice, teasing words, and a wound being carved into her soul. I hate being a princess! Hate it, hate it, hate it! She screamed inwardly, and she suddenly had the urge to crush something. Teasing didn't help at all; in fact it made her want to rip her crown off and run into the forest. She didn't like the life of a princess. Everyone seemed to hate her for it, even though she had had no say in who her parents were going to be. All of the pompous relatives and high-class dinners made her want to scream. Everyone expected her to be perfect all the time, no matter how she felt about it. This life was not something she would have chosen. Most people thought that being a princess was a joy, but Filia knew better. She was living a life of torture.
-Done by me-My life story is now imparted unto you. Please remember my tales, and pass them on to my decendants. For now I am off, searching once more for something I know to exist.
-Done by me-
