[momotarou]

Fallen out of love, again <///3
viewtopic.php?t=1879791 - Splah of sun
http://i1310.photobucket.com/albums/s64 ... e2624f.png Ivvy~
viewtopic.php?p=58379615#p58379615 The Lost soul
You credit all these people if you won

[henley]

Possible reserve with the name Horus

[cmichb]

Reserve <3

[Kitty~.]

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__________________________________________________________________________________________

"Don't fear the dark. Fear what's in it."

→ username

Hi, BlueAura! I'm Kitty-Wolf-Chan, however, feel free to call me Kitty. I am yet one of the many Kiamara-less owners of CS; I have loved the species ever since I set eyes upon them. I have seen many Kiamaras get taken to, admittedly, good homes, but none have yet come to my arms.

→ name

This Kia would be Alastor. In Greek and Roman mythology, Alastor was one of the most famous demons. His name means 'avenger' in Greek and is related to the sins passed down from generation to generation. In Roman lore, he is known as the 'evil genius of a household' and tempts those who reside to commit sins. He is said to be associated with Nemesis, the goddess of retribution, and vengeance. Also, in Christian demonology, Zoroastrianism Alastor is known as 'the executioner'. All these reasons derived from his horror-themed coat and, surprisingly, I see him as a rather prestiged figure beneath that terrifying outside.

→ personality
Prestigious; Cruel; Cold; Insane

WIth his michievous attitude, Alastor is also quite superior. Coming from a long line of aristocrats, it's in his blood. He has quite the tendency to be overly arrogant, but for good reason - he simply doesn't make mistakes. He knows when to act like a grown-up, head high and nose in the air and when to act like a child - which he very rarely does. Most of the time he acts like a true gentleman if it weren't for the fact that he often plays cruel. His higher-than-thou behaviour ensures that he isn't very much liked among his peers, with the exception of very few. Most certainly, he is feared more than he is loved.

If Alastor had been brought up by anyone else, he may not have been the way he is, but that isn't the case. Alastor was brought up to be cruel, merciless and unforgiving. Very few see through this veil he has cast over. They can't see through his mocking jibes and despicable acts. The worst part is probably that when he gets a reaction, he gets a sense of joy out of it. He will be delighted by the fact that someone's angered due to his own acts, not so much when they are sad, but if you get furious then you are more than likely to simply prompt him. A word of warning: If you want to escape with your dignity in tact then stay away.

Alastor, above most else, is extremely cold and unforgiving. Although this trait plays along with his cruelty, it is quite different. He will not open up to anyone, nor should anyone open up to him; unless, of course, they want to become exposed. He is quite the puppeteer, in a sense. He plays his field well and casts all his puppets in the appropriate areas and simply needs to pull a few strings to get them to do whatever he wishes. Perhaps, beneath that brittle, icy exterior there is a somewhat nice guy, but it is highly doubtful.

To all these traits, however, Alastor is - to put it gently - 'slightly off his rocker' and sometimes, in cases where he is fighting or provoked, he is driven to the edges of his sanity. No one's quite sure where this characteristic derived from - perhaps his loneliness or the simple cruelty of his family -, but all are certain to avoid him in this state. His eyes grow wide and glint with a lust for blood and a maniacal grin reveals his sharp teeth, capable of tearing flesh. For a mostly aristocratic kiamara, he becomes little less than a monster.

→ history

Alastor was born into an aristocrat family as an only child. His family's sole purpose? To be successful and basically scare the living daylights out of their opposition, which so far as seemed to work pretty well. With his parents relatively busy for the majority of the time, the closest person to Alastor was his nanny who tutored and took care of him up until the age where he could look after himself. Seeing as Alastor had formed a bond, his father eliminated it by, well, killing the nanny. In the business such as theirs, they couldn't afford to get close to anyone. Alastor had been cold, calculating and arrogant before, but these events only made him more so.

His parents eventually died - of natural reasons, of course - and so he was left to take of the business. He generally secluded himself to his castle for days on end, murdering any who dare trespass on his property without consent. He will attend the occasional party and meeting to maintain his ranking, but is generally a lonely fellow.

→tales

A huge, looming shadow towered before you, it's walls thick and grey; a picture of horror and magnificence in one. It was a stupid dare that had brought you here. Your friends had thought it would be funny. Yet, somehow, you failed to see its amusement.

The full, glowing moon hung high above the atmosphere, shrouded by ominous clouds. A thick fog was present in the area. It was everything you could've imagined from a horror movie. Of course, you'd watched so many horror movies and every single one told you not to go into the creepy, abandoned and supposedly 'haunted' castle - at least, if you wanted to leave with your life in tact.

Heart hammering frantically - and irrationally, you told yourself - against your chest, your quiet footsteps lead you to it's doors. They were large, wooden things with millennium-old silver handles and a grotesque-looking doorknocker. Tentatively, you took the handles. The doors were heavy and slightly rotted, making them a chore to open. Their whining creak sent impulsive shivers down your spine and goosebumps along your chilled skin. You rubbed your arms, thankful for the coat you wore. Even if you were venturing into a 'haunted' building, you certainly weren't stupid enough to go in cold.

Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the little light in the stone room before you were greeted with quite the sight. Dust shrouded every inch of the interior and the candles were coated with cobwebs. The atmosphere felt as though it had dropped ten degrees. You tugged your coat closer and hugged your body. Your breaths created little, foggy wisps in the air like tiny, disappearing clouds. You basked in the brilliance of the situation. It was a shame that the structure had been laid to waste by the council; such a historic building should've been preserved.

Then, you heard it. It might've been your imagination, but you were certain that you could hear the distant sound of music. Curiosity struck you and for whatever idiotic reason, you ventured further into the mysterious castle.

Now, with your senses alert, every shadow, every touch and every noise appeared frightening. The dark brown splotches on the wall had to be dried blood, the ghostly breeze must've been a phantom, and the 'tip tap of your footsteps sounded so much louder than usual as they echoed through the halls.

You were being completely moronic, you knew. Your fear was over exaggerating every little detail. The castle was abandoned, you reminded yourself. No one lived there.

After what seemed like hours - though in reality was a mere few minutes - the sound of the music appeared right behind a door. You stared, frozen in the spot. No light was coming underneath the door. The most plausible explanation would have to have been your eccentric imagination. You always did play music to keep yourself calm, and it must've been all in your head.

You spun on your heel, just about ready to sprint out of this place, when a high-pitched creaking brought your attention back to the room. Stiff as a pole, you turned your head. The music had stopped. Your breathing became ragged and uneven, getting caught in the back of your throat and your heartbeat thrummed like a trapped butterfly within your ribcage.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw two grotesquely green eyes stare. You bit back a shriek. It was probably just a...glowworm, right? That had to be the logical explanation. Whatever else could it be?

As if to answer your unspoken question, a smile illuminated in the darkness - not dissimilar to that of the Cheshire, filled with sharp, jagged teeth. Now, you didn't stop the scream that bubbled from your throat as the creature roared and leaped out at you, jaws gnashing and eyes wild.

The sight of your own blood was the last thing you could comprehend before you went utterly and terrifyingly numb.

→ art

Chibified Alastor -- Mimi911
Ghost of an Angel -- Mimi911
Pride -- Kitty-Wolf-Chan
Alastor -- Kitty-Wolf-Chan
Smile -- Kitty-Wolf-Chan
Dark Eyes -- Kitty-Wolf-Chan

[Ejecta]

possoble reserve with the name Grunge... we'll see

[peter quill]

Very pretty kiamara! <:
However, won't be going for it, don't have enough time, OTL.

[shield]

|

Name? story to that...
Okay,
1988, I was awake in a cold, crowded cargo box, packed with all this clutter unknown to me.
It was hours until the box crashed open, knocking all the stuff down a hill with it, I was in some terrain of forests and cities,
well I was quite obviously unsure but it would maybe a good break--BOOM!! Something out there exploded! A rush of men in heavy suits started running in a odd way, almost in a formal line as if it were a parade or something. The men held weapons and aimed them into the skies, I watched as little but loud snaps thundered through all the ears around me. One of them marched with a line of 3 others behind him, in fact, towards me! They where speaking a language I did not understand, but my mind start trying to understand it, and learn a bit too. "Каква је то ствар?" (what is that thing) one of the men said, scratching the back of his head, another stepped in, "Чуо сам да се зову "Kiamaras" (I heard they are called Kiamaras) he confirmed, another made a slightly soft smile to me, and said "Зашто му не дати име" (why not we give him a name) all of them agreed, then, an old fellow, quite too old to be at battle, said, "Шта кажеш, Хало"(How about, Halo) they shook heads and patted backs as they made this sound, maybe like a cheer? or so? And they took me back to their camp

Well there you have it, I never found my true name

1992,
All these years of training, not a day has gone to waste but I still have my doubts about all prepared and head in.
Their weren't too many Kiamara's around, only about 3, one of them, Nex, my best friend I grew up with, were going to go reload the machine guns, after all this time I got used to the Serbian language, and could speak it almost fluent, "Питам се зашто они желе да поново све ове вепонс"(I wonder why they want up to reload all these wepons) I said, inserting bullets into another of them. "Хм, можда је просто за више тренинга, али је истинито, има и превише за само тренинг феилдс"(Hmm, maybe its just for more training, but its true, there are far too many for just training feilds) he said, with a look of uncertainty, I looked down back at the pile of empty guns, they just sat there, almost as if they were straining to be fired and take a life away. The thought made me shiver a bit, I didn't know why, it just did, but I remembered Arnold's words, "There is kindness in everyone, even in the darkest ones" and with that, it made me know it wouldn't do so. Suddenly, Commander Miles slammed through the door, "СУ те пушке Спремни или не?!!" (ARE THOSE GUNS READY OR NOT?!) The alarming shout stunned me, "Скоро, само да иде два, хм, ако смем да питам, зашто господине?"(Almost, just two to go, if I may ask, why sir?) I questioned, yet I feared Commander Miles, he made this dirty look which has made everyone crawl in the corner, that is, everyone except general Kent, he is not as gruesome as Commander Miles, but he sure doesn't fear him, well nobody exactly does, they just fear what is capable of. The Commander squinted hard at us, then stormed off, yelling at the others to get ready immediately, I wasn't sure why, but courage struck in me, and I got ready, for anything. Nex quickly got himself some gear, but not quite ready, he tried his best to not be scared, but I could see the look on his face, and it did not seem to be anything close to ready to go into battle. I tried to focus on myself though, this had to be the time where I should jump out armed, ready to fire, but as I got into the row of soldiers making a barrier around the camp being ready to aim, it was so dusty, I could hardly see anything! This was the first time that it wasn't just "training" in years, the only thing I was nervous about was being uncertain of where the enemy is, they could have gear that could some how make them see through cloudy dust or fog. I also tried not to think, it was just making things worse for myself. Commander Miles ran into the dust, very quickly though, but Nex, the last one out, thought the whole group ran in! So as mistaken, he ran into it, and started firing, at this point no one should make a sound, unfortunatly, mistakes have heavy burdens, I heard a firing from a different type of gun, and we didn't have that type, I paused, so did everything around me, because that could only mean one thing..."НЕКС!" (NEX!) I ran in, I wasn't supposed to, but, I just, had to, something made me. I leaped through some shrub, maybe a meadow. I felt something like thick tea under my paws, but I knew what it was, I felt my heart clench, I peered through, not too far away; was Nex. lying...on the barren dirt. I stood over him, by a miracle, he strained too open his eyes, and talk, "Не дозволите ... грешка те спалити ..." (don't...let a mistake burn you...) and his head fell back on to the ground, I tried to look away, but when I did, I saw the person that shot him. The hardest path, slammed right in front of me, Revenge? Anger? or Regret? it didn't take long until a thought came in mind, can you walk two paths? Well, maybe, I can choose two, and do you know what I chose? I have, Revenge and Anger, and from there on, no one can, nor will, stop me.
I was quite a youngster still by that time, which meant it will only grow, by its time.

[Moskow]

Ƒear is a Ƥrison

✘••••✘••••✘••••✘••••✘••••✘

・ D O ・ Y O U ・ W A N T ・ T O ・ K N O W ・ H O W ・ I ・ F E E L ?

username ➾ Moskow
-Hi I'm Moskow, nice to meet you.

name ➾ Caeto
-This is Caeto, I chose this name because I wanted a name that sounded masculine, but not sweet masculine. A name that would be in a horror movie. Caeto popped up somewhere and I loved it, so there you have it.

gender ➾ Male
-Caeto is a boy. Isn't it quite obvious?

・ I ・ D O N ' T ・ F E E L ・ A ・ T H I N G ・

personality ➾ Pessimistic・Cynical・Loyal
-Caeto has a tendency to think on the negative side. Instead of the glass half full, it is half empty. He doesn't cope too well when given choices, given that he will always find the bad part of each choice. Caeto is doesn't trust most kias because he was always turned down as a friend because of his coat. It does take a lot to get him to actually trust and consider you a friend. He tries not to go in public very often because he get noticed then, and he stands out. It bothers Caeto if kias notice and try to him because he can never tell if they are judging him or not. Although if manage to become one of Caeto's few friends then he will always be loyal to under any circumstances. If he has learned anything in his lifetime it is that it feels terrible to be backstabbed by someone you trusted.

history ➾
-Even Caeto's parents were disappointed when they first saw Caeto. He wasn't the son of their dreams, they just couldn't get over his dark and gloomy coat. At first Caeto didn't notice, but as he got older her began to notice more and more that his parents were disappointed in him. He just couldn't figure out why. His "friends" began to move away from him more and more. Caeto was confused and upset, he didn't know why he was being treated like this. One day he overheard some kias his age talking about him in hushed voices. "He looks like a monster. No wonder he has no friends. Why was he born with such a scary coat? I would hate to be him. He gives me nightmares sometimes." Caeto finally understood why no one would come around him. That night he took a good look at himself and his mind made him think that he was a hideous monster that scared babies and startled adults. Caeto's personality morphed over night practically. He changed from being an energetic, fun teen to a depressed, lonely kia who was not fun to be around. Caeto eventually ran away from home and moved to a whole new place, so that maybe he could start over. He actually had the chance, but he wasn't mentally ready for the transition. Caeto slowly became the kia he is today, all because he was rejected by his community only because of his appearance.

・ T H E R E ・ J U S T ・ I S N ' T ・ A ・ R E A S O N ・ T O ・ A N Y M O R E

biggest fear ➾
-That he'll never have anyone to love him ever again.

likes ➾
-being solitary
-wind
-reading
-rivers
-the color yellow
-his few friends
-mangos
-nighttime

dislikes ➾
-mirrors
-being center of attention
-the colors black and white
-movies
-watermelon
-sun rises
-puppets
-crayons

crush ➾ Cirrus
-The air element kia, though don't ask him he'll never admit to it.

・ I ' M ・ A L L ・ A L O N E ・ N O W ・

[SkySmoke]

Gender: Male

Personality


{Calculating} ~ There is definitely a method to the madness when it comes to this guy. There is a reason behind everything he does and more often than not it has been planned out to the last detail. He thinks everything through very well before putting any plan into action.


{Methodical} ~ Never one to act on impulse, Arrow has a plan for everything. Its just the way his mind works. Even decisions that have to be made quickly; he automatically thinks over several difference courses of actions before doing anything.


{Volatile} ~ He has been known to lose his temper. Suddenly, sometimes violently, and often without reason. Many other Kiamaras tend to stay away from him for this reason.


{Hunter} ~ Arrow loves to hunt. He loves the thrill of the chase and the rush of adrenaline that comes from the intensity of tracking something


{Athletic} ~ He loves being active; running, swimming, climbing. He always pushes himself to go faster, longer or higher than the last time.


{Reckless} ~ He has very little regard for his own safety. As much as he likes to hunt, he also enjoys being hunted. He has been known to use his hunting skills to get close to bigger predators and then antagonize them into chasing him.


{Solitary} ~ Arrow prefers to be on his own most of the time. He often disappears into the forest for very long periods of time. His coat makes it easy for him to blend into his surroundings. He spends so much time in the forest that there is a story about him that is told to young kias to warn them about wandering too far alone.


{Protective} ~ He is very protective of things that he considers "his". This can apply to things, territory, and relationships. He is very hard to get to know, but if he considers someone important to him, he will fight to the death to protect them. He feels this way about all young kias. Even though stories about him are told to scare them, they have nothing to fear from him.


{Lonely} ~ Though he prefers to spend most of his time alone, he does sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a mate, family, and friends. This most often crosses his mind on the rare occasion that he leaves the forest and wanders back around other kiamaras. Its why he doesn't do it very often.


{Awkward} ~ Due to the face that he has always spent much of his time alone, he is very socially awkward around other Kiamaras. He has a hard time making any friends, which is why he has none.


{Dangerous} ~ Arrow would never admit it to anyone else, but sometimes he is afraid of what he is capable of. He knows he is stronger, faster and more instinct driven than most of his kind. He is aware that he is a lethal hunter. He knows he has a bad temper and he sometimes wonders if he has it in him to hurt someone else for no reason. He sometimes hunts just for the thrill of it. So far he has stopped himself from killing the prey at the end if he is not hunting to eat, but he isn't sure that someday he won't kill something just because he can. He knows he would never hurt a child, but a small part of himself is afraid that he would hurt someone if they made him angry enough. He isn't sure, and he doesn't want to find out. Its another reason why he keeps mostly to himself.




{The Monster of the Forest}
This is the story told about him to younger Kiamaras. It is written as it would be told.

There was once a young kiamara just like you. He had a mom and a dad who loved him and lots of friends he had fun playing with. One of his favorite things to do was to go exploring in the woods. His mom and dad always warned him not to go too far. They told him the woods had dangerous things in them and he could get lost.
At first he listened. He never went very far and always came back when he was called. But then he got bored and started going farther and farther into the forest. His friends joined him at first, but then he was going too far and they stayed behind. He had fun going on his own adventures and always managed to find his way home. Even though his parents got mad, he kept exploring.
One day, he went too far. He wasn't home by nightfall and his parents got very worried. They went into the woods calling his name for hours. The next day a group of Kiamaras went looking for him. They looked all day long but it was no use. He was gone. No one heard anything from him again. He simply vanished.
It was a few years after he disappeared that young kias started coming back from the woods terrified. They would run to their parents crying and telling stories of a monster. The adults didn't think much of it until their stories started to match. They said the monster looked like a kiamara, but not like one they had ever seen. His coat was different shades of gray and brown so he blended into the trees. He had spots of green that almost looked as if moss had started growing on his fur. His eyes were a pale green that glowed at night. He was silent when he moved and could sneak up on you without any warning.
They said his eyes at night could paralyze you and that's how he got you; he would sneak right up to you, you would turn and look at him and it was too late. You couldn't even scream. He would take you just as quietly as he came and you were just gone.
At first the adults thought the young kias were just making up a story or playing a game. But then one of them disappeared.
It happened just like in their stories; she was playing with a group of her friends. They were a little too far out in the woods and all of a sudden she was just gone. No one even heard her scream A few young kias have disappeared over the yearsand once they are gone they are never heard from again.
They things something in the forest turned that first young kiamara into a monster and thats why he never came home. No one is really sure because anyone who really sees him is never seen again. They thing from time to time he just gets lonely and when that happens he simply takes a young kia. What happens to them?
No one knows. What they do know is he never comes out of the deep woods. If you don't do in very far, if you stay where your parents can see you, then you will be safe. But if you want to farther? If you want to go exploring? His glowing green eyes may be the last thing you ever see....and no one will even hear you scream...

Accessories
{if we are allowed to add them}

Arrow only has one accessory at the moment. It is a silver compass necklace. He found it in the forest and he never takes it off.
Front
Inside
It hands on a sterling silver snake chain

[sapiosexual]

reserved, ohgod this design<3