What's a Kiamara? wrote:>> Main Thread
A Kiamara is a wolf-like creature. They have long, fluffy manes on the top of their heads, running down between their shoulders. They all have spots on their bodies- a trait in which will never be bred out of their DNA. They also have feathers- every Kiamara is given feathers when they reach the age of 2 years old. Their diet consists of fruit as well as meat- they prey on similar creatures that wolves would. Kiamara can be very shy before they get to know you. Can you win a Kiamara's heart?
My last Kiamara as a guest artist. ovo
I used this color palette with the addition of a lighter red in the making of this Kiamara; he was rather fun to design. :>
To win this Kiamara, tell me a bit about him (Personality, likes, dislikes, etc.) and what you'd name him. I'll pick the winner on the 27th; have fun! Please do not add any extra sections to your form, although feel free to style your form with BBCode and/or Fontmeme.
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[list][b]Username:[/b]
[b]Kiamara's Name:[/b]
[b]About him:[/b][/list]
Pachoofoosh wrote:I suppose I could have made myself more clear on the 'about him' section; sorry for any confusion!
For that section of your form, you can do pretty much anything, as long as it is something about this Kiamara. For instance, you could write what he likes and dislikes, or you could write about his personality. You could write about his past, or even an interview of his favorite things; as long as it is relevant to him, anything is fine. There is no limit to how many words you may use; feel free to get creative with what you put into that part of your form.
The 'about him' section is basically a section for you to develop what he would be like as a character; his personality, behavior, etc. c:
TacoCat wrote:Hey, I'm TacoCat. Nice to meet you. There's really nothing to explain about my username, and there's no real reason to it. Heck, I love a good taco and cats are like my kids, but the main thing that stood out to me was that "TacoCat" is a palindrome. I made it my username, for no reason except that I could.
At first I thought I'd do the usual form set-up. After all, that's almost certainly what you had in mind, and it's so easy that way. The labels help keep things neat and organized. I also thought I'd use FontMeme or Messletters, as fancy texts help draw attention to a form, making it much less boring and yet more likely to win. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt that if I couldn't win
without all that on my form, I hadn't worked hard enough. And since I want this guy to have the best possible home, I'm going to do something original. This isn't a form--this is a biography.
Welcome to the life of Bleeding Stones. Yes, unfortunately for him that is his real name; it wasn't his given name, however. He was first known as Stone, for he lived in a tribe of Kiamaras in a forgotten land rich with green sunlight (what we call turquiose). His mother and father were just like any other tribal parents would have been. They cared about him but the tribe was much, much more important, so they were harsh and trained him to hunt, to fight, to walk through the forest without the crackling noise of a single dried leaf under the paws. Stone did not have many friends, and none of the other kids his age did either. This was because they were so involved in their training, which, of course, led to lack of communtication and cooperation. Stone grew up with this and did not think much of it; indeed, he did not know it would ever be important or have an effect on his life story.
There were not many other tribes nearby, but the few that did exist were hostile toward eachother. Many, many small skirmishes would happen almost weekly. However, as arguementative these tribes were toward eachother, there were bound to be battles, huge battles, that caused death and the enslavement of one tribe to another. When Stone was just coming of age (tribe-wise), one of these battles arose from the opague mist of fate.
Stone's tribe knew it was coming--in fact, who's to say they didn't plan for it? They may very well have, but Bleeding Stones never recalled this from his past. Perhaps he was ashamed, or didn't know how the whole thing began. The cause would certainly add to his backstory, but, of course, it is important that he was willing to recount the battle at all.
It began early one morning when his father shook him from the momentary heaven of sleep and dreams and began urging him outside. It was cold even though it was nearly springtime and the dew wet his paws as he trudged outside. (I must add some commentary here: he may be a seasoned warrior, but by no means is he a morning Kia!) He joined a circle and excitement began to grow in his stomach; the tribe elder was sitting in the middle of the circle, pawing the back of the leading warrior of the tribe. Scarlets stripes of blood ran down the Kia's back as the elder dipped his paw into a bowl and dabbed his back.
(A little cultural lesson here--Stone's tribe was very, very brutal. Whenever they defeated another tribe and took slaves, they would execute them and keep some of their blood. They would then exhibit their victory in later battles by using the now-thickened blood as war paint, often scaring off enemies. Nasty, I know, but brutally true.)
War paint! This meant there would be a battle, then a victory, maybe a rowdy celebration and some servants for honored warriors. Battles were dangerous, but he had been trained for them and so had everyone else. His tribe had never, ever lost--if they had, it wouldn't be in existance. There were no worries in Stone's mind.
When it cames his turn, he felt honored as a ticklish dribble of the stuff dripped down his sides in an almost tiger-like pattern.
