[siennacereal]

"A bird does not sing because it has an answer.
It sings because it has a song."

Name:

Wouldn't Change a Thing
Waiting on the World to
Change
Breakaway
Crazy Girl
Try

I would name this beauty Pájaro, which means bird in Spanish.


Gender:

If i where to win she would be female.

Personality:

She is quiet, serious, sensitive and kind. Does not like conflict, and not likely to do things which may generate conflict. Very loyal and

faithful. Not interested in leading or controlling others. Pájaro is flexible and open-minded. She loves to be original and creative.

Hobbies:

Pájaro has two hobbies, painting and collecting feathers. She loves to paint, more than anything in the world. She is almost always seen painting. Paints mostly with water colors and acrylics. Pájaro also loves to collect feathers, she has a collection of 84 feathers, all from different birds.

Likes:

Her pet parakeet Snowy, Birds, Sunny weather, Painting other kia's, Music.

Dislikes:

Storms, Bears, Sickness.

Zodiac:

Scorpio

Favorite Food:

StarFruit

[Koily.]

Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ:
Hello, I am NeonWolfEye. Very nice to meet you, I wish everybody luck on this competition~
✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

-------------------------Иαмɛ: Oriole, name of a bird with golden colors.
-------------------------Ǥɛи∂ɛя: Oriole is preferably a male, known for his Masculine looks.
-------------------------Ƶσ∂ιαc: ♓ Pisces, Oriole was born on March 20, 1989(20 years old, now.).
--------------------------------Meaning if he was born on March 21st he would be a Aries if he was born the next
--------------------------------day.
-----------------------Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:
--------------------------------------------------------Positive Traits~
---------------------------Imaginative
Highly creative and imaginative, Oriole can think abstract and come up with extremely innovative ideas. His imagination power has the capacity to take him to great heights.
--------------------------Kind
Oriole is a very kind person who will treat others just the way they want themselves to be treated.
--------------------------Compassionate
Kia's in need will always find Oriole a helpful person. Compassionate that he is, Oriole always empathizes with people and trys to help them out.
-------------------------Intuitive
Oriole is extremely intuitive. Logical reasoning, facts and figures, he rely's on his sixth-sense while taking a decision.
-----------------------------Sensitive
Caring and gentle, Oriole is a sensitive soul. If something is wrong, it affects him deeply, and he develops extreme feelings regarding the matter.
--------------------------Selfless
Oriole will go out of his way to help others. However, his selfless deeds may not always be acknowledged or appreciated.
-----------------------------------Negative Traits~
-----------------------------Escapist
Oriole tends to be escapists. When things go wrong, he will blame it on his bad luck or something else and just avoid to deal with it.
------------------------Idealistic
Oriole is very particular about how things should be. Idealistic that he is, even the best of him is mediocre at times.
----------------------------------Weak-Willed
Oriole can get hurt and demoralized very easily. Even when he realizes all the talent and resources he dreams, his low self-confidence becomes a hurdle in his path.
---------------------------------Over-sensitive
Oriole tends to make a mountain of a molehill. He unnecessarily takes everything to heart and feels extreme emotions.
---------------------------Pessimistic
If things don’t turn out as his expectations, Oriole will lose the motivation to carry on. And will usually leave the glass half empty.
------------------------------------Lazy
Oriole can be very lazy in the matters that he doesn't care much about. His enthusiasm and energy levels last for a brief period of time.
Ƥℓαиɛт: Jupiter.
˩ʋcκʏ Ɖαʏ: Mondays and Thursdays.
˩ʋcκʏ Иʋмвɛя(ƨ): 3, 7, 12, 16, 21, 25, 30, 34, 43, and 52
˩ʋcκʏ Ɔσℓσя(ƨ): Mauve, Lilac, Purple, Violet, Sea green
˩ʋcκʏ Ƨтσиɛ(ƨ): Aquamarine, Bloodstone, Emerald, and Pearls.

[reinah]

Name

I'm going to name is boy Taivas. Taivas means Sky in Finnish. It's pronounced Ti-vos but spelled Tai-vas. I think it is a very unique name that fits him well. anyway i couldn't of done blue bird or something like that in a different language because some other people might have it. Taivas sounds like (to me) a cheese. I have no clue why though. if i do win this kiamara i will respect the name and love the name, i will never let it define me at all. i will let it flow though. Taivas sounds like a strong name to use for an emperor, or an ancient god. But taivas isn't ancient at all he's just a young fellow.

Gender

Personality

History

Art

Interview

[Ivyy]

Ｎａｍｅ

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>> Elaenia [He pronounces it eh-LAY-nia] is his name. This Kiamara appears to be male. Although his name sounds feminine, he is completely male.

Elaenia’s mother was a very ditsy and carefree Kiamara. When Elaenia was born, his mother thought he was a girl, because of his soft pastel colors and frail build. And so Elaenia was named, and it simply stuck with him for the rest of his life. He does not mind having a female name. In fact, his name is a part of who he is, and he loves it. Of course, because of his name, he has been mistaken for a girl on several occasions. This does not bother him in the least, and when it happens, he simply corrects the Kiamara and moves on with his day.

An Elaenia is a species of bird often found in moist tropical forests or high-altitude shrublands.

Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ

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>> Elaenia was born in the countryside, farther away from most Kiamaras. He lived in the kind of place where you could feel the moonlight shining down at night, and the silence of the afternoon roared in your ears. It was a fairly remote area, with lots of trees and brooks. No one ever really passed through, save for the birds migrating South during Winter. Elaenia did not have many friends, but that much should be expected when you live alone in the wilderness. He lived with his mother and father for the first portion of his life, when he was too young to survive on his own. Most of his childhood was spent in the forests around his home, playing alone by the stream, or investigating empty badger dens before the crack of dawn. Despite the lonesome feeling, Elaenia was not bothered by it. He enjoyed the quiet stillness of nature, the beauty of the seasons. To make up for the lack of other Kiamaras, Elaenia made friends with the birds that lived in the trees, and the squirrels that buried their acorns under the oaks. Their friendship was bound by sheer trust and fascination, because neither of them could speak to eachother nor communicate. However friendships like that don’t always last, and Elaenia found himself seeking more. The desire to meet others grew stronger, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He left his parents and traveled far to find what he was looking for, hoping to fill the missing piece.

But this is where the journey really starts.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

...

Likes
- Autumn
- Silence
- Music
- Feathers
- Nature
- Calmness

Dislikes
- Loud Noises
- Commotion
- Anger
- Tricks
- Sickness
- Germs

Fears
- Being dirty
- Death
- Spiders
- Losing those he loves
- Pain
- Small spaces

Dreams
- To fly
- To be at peace
- To make friends
- To save a life
- To have a family
- To love and be loved

>> Ahh, the cliche 'personality/likes/dislikes' part of the form.
Elaenia is more of the quiet type, and prefers to keep to himself. However, this does not mean that he is antisocial. He loves interaction just as much as the next person and enjoys the company of others. He is not very open about his feelings because he is shy. Upon first meeting someone, he can be nervous and embarrassed, but the second you have earned his trust, he will rely on you. He is not trusting at first; that is something you must earn. He needs to feel like you are reliable and worthy before he can really open up to you. It takes him a while to make friends, almost like he is mentally checking off a list.
1. Trustworthy?
2. Honest?
3. Friendly?
4. Kind?
5. Fun?
To pass his test is to prove yourself to him, and once the two of you are friends, he will treat you with much respect. He is also incredibly loyal and will stand by his friends’ sides no matter what, through thick and thin.
The reason for such hesitation to make friends is unknown. Most of his life he was secluded from others, choosing to live in nature rather than in the public. But nature holds a spot close to his heart, and it always will.
When Elaenia is angry at someone, he will often ignore or avoid them. When he is deeply hurt, he will feel betrayed and no longer want to associate himself with whoever has hurt him. He is mentally fragile and can be broken, like porcelain china dropped onto the floor. Broken pieces of china can be glued back together, but never restored to their original version. Elaenia feels like this is something people need to remember.

Overall Elaenia is Sensitive ; Quiet ; Loyal ; Gentle

Ｊｏｕｒｎａｌ

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>> A few of Elaenia's memories, in the form of journal entries.
2/16 6:28 PM
Today I visited a city. It wasn't how I would've expected a city. In fact, it was the first time I'd ever been to one. The only time I'd been exposed to such an environment was through television and stories and books. I had to create the setting in my head. But when I was taking in everything around me, I didn't think twice about my old home in the country. This is where I belonged right now. I wasn't going anywhere. I made my way into the depths of the new world, but the further I got, the more anxious I felt. There were a lot of people there, and I didn't quite feel comfortable. Despite my concerns, I felt the need to press on and continue with my adventure, and that's exactly what I did. This was a very rare opportunity and I needed to seize it. I walked around for a little bit, aimless and in awe of the bright lights. I finally grew hungry and stopped at a tavern to fill my stomach. I ate (the best nachos I have ever had) alone, until another male passed by me, holding a pile of cards. He asked me if I'd like to see a play. I was, of course, very enthusiastic and thankfully took a ticket from him. He said the bill was on him. I didn't know what he meant.
I made my way to the theater and took my seat. When I arrived, there were very few people there. I quietly sat for around ten minutes, and then it began. It was impressive, let me tell you that. The problem was the amount of people there. They flooded in like a swarm and I found myself having trouble breathing. My heart was pounding and I got scared. I finally left, anxiety making my bones ache. I stayed in the city for a little longer, but it wasn't as much fun as it had been at first. I visited a few local hotspots, and then I went home.... I don't think I'll be going to any more plays.

4/2 4:54 PM
There was something scratching at my door last night. It sounded like someone was raking their nails down the wall. I wasn't exactly keen on investigating, but it continued all night and I was beginning to feel uneasy. I was getting no sleep, so I went to look for the source of the noise. I found nothing. When I went back to my bed, the sheets were torn off and the lamp was on the floor. I'm not one to believe in ghosts, but now I'm a little skeptical. I was scared for the rest of the night and couldn't sleep. I think I'm going to continue on with my travels before night falls. I don't want to go through that again.

5/13
I went to a park today, and I met another female Kiamara. We talked, and she told me that she really liked me. She said that she'd be able to fall in love with me. I didn't know what to do. That's never happened before, and when I tried to reply my words were jumbled and I choked on nothing. She looked at me strangely and I told her I was sorry. I ran off. Things like that shouldn't be so hard, should they? I've never felt so embarrassed, so utterly hopeless. Should I even bother?

Ｆｅａｔｈｅｒ Ｏｒｉｇｉｎ

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>> It was one of those chilly mornings with crisp air and the cold mist that made it hard to see. The sun had just barely risen and most of the wildlife was still asleep. Not me, though. I’ve always been early to rise. Sometimes I get up when it’s still dark out. I don’t necessarily like waking up so early, because it is lonesome and a bother to others, but I’ve never really needed much sleep. 2-3 hours are all I need to recharge, and anything extra is a luxury.
Because I’m always up so early, I tend to take walks out by the streams. After years of the same walks over and over, things become bleak and uninteresting. I know these woods like the back of my paw, and if you blindfolded me, I could name where we were just by the pebbles under my feet. It’s not really a talent, just repetition.
I wish I could go somewhere else. I get so tired here…
I counted my steps as I walked East. It takes four hundred sixty one steps to reach the edge of the trees; I know this, I’ve counted many times. By now I’m surprised that the ground hasn’t been permanently indented from my pawsteps.
I love to walk. Shocking, right? I can walk everywhere I want, and see anything I want to see. There is nothing holding me back. I am infinite and I am free. My paws are strong and sturdy from the exploring I’ve done. The skin is rough and hard, protecting me. I think I could walk on glass and not bleed.
My build is strange, I thought to myself as I walked. I am very skinny. No matter how much I eat, I won’t gain weight. It’s strange and I don’t like it. If I move a certain way you can see my ribs. My hips are small and delicate, my tail thin and lightweight.
My legs are a different story. Although they are pencil thin, they are very strong. My shoulders are well muscled, probably from climbing up hills and jumping on boulders. I am a walker, I thought. All I can truly do is walk or run. My physical figure is not meant for anything else. I suppose that this is who I am, no matter what I do about it.
I stopped about a mile into the woods to get something to drink. I was very thirsty. Luckily there is always a small creek nearby. I bent down and lapped up the water. It was ice cold, sending chills down my spine.
Suddenly there was a rustling noise from somewhere above me. I squinted, since time had passed and the sun was coming up. The temperature of the air has raised a few degrees. Although I looked left and right, I did not see the source of the noise. I blew it off and continued on my journey. I didn’t know where I was going or what my goal was, but that’s okay. It would be at least three hours before my mom or dad woke up, so I had plenty of time. They were okay with me out and about. It’s perfectly safe and I rarely ever see a passing Kiamara. Maybe once or twice have I seen a lonely traveler making their way through the woods? How nice, to be so content with solitude.
There it was again, the rustling noise. I frowned this time, looking around once more. Yet again, there was nothing to be seen. I huffed, figuring it had to be leaves or a small animal.
The third time I heard the noise, I felt the first signs of fear fill my chest. “Hello?” I called out gingerly, standing perfectly still. I glanced up to see two birds flying overhead. I chuckled to myself. How silly of me! Of course it was the birds.
Then after the two, three more followed. These birds were unlike any I had ever seen. They were a beautiful shade of gold with white underbellies and stripes on their plumage. One of them flew down to my level, circling me. I watched it with round eyes. It seemed to be analyzing me. After a few moments, it squawked a loud squawk and flew off to join its peers. Normally I don’t care about such things, but this bird seemed highly intelligent, and I followed it just to satisfy my growing curiosity.
It felt like I followed the bird for a long time. They flew in a pack of five, constantly making noises to each other, like they were talking. I pretended I could understand what they were saying. I pretended to be up there, flying with them.
My heart dropped to my feet when the birds flew out of my line of sight. I continued to run for a few feet, hoping that maybe if I believed, they would be there again. It was like some sick kind of attachment. I needed to find those birds, now!
I was not using my head and charged headfirst into the bushes. Apparently the bushes marked the end of the ground, because suddenly the only thing underneath my feet was air. By the time I realized what was going on, I was already tumbling down the steep ledge. I couldn’t think as I rolled at least 20 feet down the ravine walls, picking up dirt and debris. Sticks and sharp objects poked into my sides, and I felt my fur tear in a few places. I was scared that the fall would damage my horns, but thankfully they remained intact. When I landed at the bottom, I was groggy and dizzy. I stood up on shaky legs, cracking my eyes open. I will never forget what I saw when I opened them.
Rather than a ravine, I had landed myself in what seemed like a massive open clearing. I could not see the other side. I looked back up the hill from where I’d fallen. It seemed like the land I had been walking on cut off in a steep drop (that much I figured), almost like the edge of a mountain. I turned back towards the clearing to get a better look. My eyesight was coming back to me, the images becoming sharper.
I couldn’t hear myself think. Why was it so loud? I stumbled forward, right into the middle of the sea.
There were over a thousand birds, at least. There were so many. All of them swarming in this clearing, flying back and forth in a frenzy. My heard pounded loudly in my chest and I cried out, trying to back up, but I was met with another wall of birds. They circled around me, and when I looked up, I could only see a faint blue circle, high up, indicating that the sky really was there. There were so many birds, each of them the same gold color.

I tried to shrink down to a smaller size, hoping that they wouldn’t attack me. With so many birds, I knew I could easily be killed. However, none of them seemed to notice me. I took a step forward, and they parted to let me through. I let out a hysteric laugh. They weren’t going to harm me! I started running through the storm of birds, with no clue which way was left and which way was right. The avian were blocking out the sun, and it was very dark in the clearing.
I don’t know how long I spent running with the birds, but soon enough, it was growing darker. My parents were probably worried, I thought. I couldn’t leave my new friends. I just couldn’t. With much hesitation, I began to make my way out of the swarm. I picked up five feathers that had fallen onto the ground and carried them in my mouth. I wasn’t ready to part yet, but once I’d reached the end of the clearing and turned around, the birds had all scattered. They were all flying up into the air, heading in every direction. I watched in regretful amazement.
It was only then that I realized I had a deep cut on my flank, most likely from my fall earlier. It was scabbed by now and I couldn’t feel it, but I knew I had to treat it before it became infected.
With a solemn sigh I began my travels back home. It was dark by the time I reached my home. My mother stood at the entrance to our home with my father supporting her, the two of them waiting for me. My mother wrapped her tail around me, muttering quietly about how worried she was. I smiled wearily and handed one of the feathers to her. She beamed back at me, placing it behind her ear.
My stomach growled loudly and I gobbled down a large meal, one my parents had prepared for me. I did not really speak, my mind constantly going back to the day’s events. I felt so light and free.
Before I went to bed that night, I fastened a bracelet out of two of the feathers, placing it around my left wrist. The other two I placed where my tail met my rump. I smiled to myself, and was asleep faster than you could say ‘exhausted’.

Three days later I went to look for that clearing. I could not find it, and never did. The only evidence I had that the event had happened were the feathers, and the warm, happy feeling I had in my heart ever since.

Ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ ａｎｄ Ｍｅｎｔａｌ Ａｔｔｒｉｂｕｔｅｓ

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>> How does he think?
Personality Type: Elaenia is an INFP. He is generally more introverted, but the only reason for that is his timidness. Elaenia does enjoy time spent with others, but his biggest problem when it comes to socializing is that he is awkward. His conversation abilities fail at first, and he doesn't usually talk much unless he really likes you. He also is intuitive and usually scopes out a situation before anyone else. Some would consider that a positive trait, but Elaenia does not. He is quick to figure out when people are bluffing, just by the sense in his gut. He feels, rather than thinks.
Charm and Sociability: Do not be mistaken, Elaenia is not socially anxious. However, upon first meeting someone he is often uneasy and shy. He is what most would consider friendly, and doesn't show negativity or bitterness often.
Quirks: Elaenia isn't too out of the ordinary, although he is deathly afraid of crowded spaces. He is extremely claustrophobic as well. He often twitches his left ear without knowing he does it, and is terrible at lying.
Experiences: Elaenia considers himself wise. He is open to give advice and can think philosophically. He knows how to remain calm, especially when dealing with other people's problems. He cannot handle his own problems as well as he can handle others. He is smart, too, and can remember things for a very long time.

>> How does he appear?
General Build: Elaenia is skinny and of average strength. His legs are well muscled and stronger than the rest of him. He has a quick metabolism and eats often. He is the average height, but a little longer width-wise.
Movements: He tends to walk fast, like his legs don't want to stop. He is not clumsy at all and has a high endurance for physical activity.
Skill: He is a talented runner and anything that requires shoulder strength, Elaenia can do. Despite his slim appearance, he is fairly strong. Having excellent navigation skills, Elaenia can make his way through tight spaces at a quick speed.
Emotions: Elaenia is very expressive and you can usually tell what he is feeling just by looking at his face. His eyes and his body language give away everything. Sometimes he fears that he thinks out loud, because people read him so easily.

Ｏｔｈｅｒ Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ

Playlist
- Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson
- Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd

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>> Star Sign: Elaenia is a Virgo
Sexuality: Elaenia is pansexual
Crush: No one, as of right now
Favorite Activity: He really enjoys storytelling. He often creates complex characters and plots in his head, although never writing them out.
Favorite and least favorite food: Elaenia likes to eat anything with carbs in it. Breads, pastas, potatoes, you name it. He highly dislikes carrots.
Allergies: He is allergic to peanuts.

Ｉｎｔｅｒｖｉｅｗ

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Dark blue indicates a question, and pale gray-blue indicates the response.

>> Two Kiamaras sit down at a table, one holding a clipboard and pencil. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, alright?" the female says. The male Kiamara simply nods in response.

"Hello, Elaenia. How are you?"
The male Kiamara smiles very slightly. "I am fine, thank you for asking"

"What do you think of your horns? They are very unique."
His head tilts to the side as he thinks. "I love my horns. I often get compliments on them."

"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" The female asks.
"I would go somewhere warm. I miss the warm weather." He looks longingly to the side.

"Interesting. I prefer cold." she says "Do you have any siblings?"
Elaenia chuckles. "Not that I know of."

"Do you have any musical preference? Alongside of that, do you play an instrument?"
"My favorite type of music is rock, surprisingly. I do not play an instrument, but I enjoy messing around with flutes."

"What is your favorite animal?"
"Birds, of course."

"Are you more of a leader or follower?"
Elaenia smiles. "I typically follow, but I can lead just as well."

"What do you look for in potential...love interests?"
"I need someone who is kind and truthful to me. Someone who trusts me, and truly values me."

"Do you have any pet peeves?"
"I don't like people pressuring me into doing things. Or anyone, for that matter."

The female Kia laughs. "Last question! What are your plans, for the future?"
He thinks for a moment. "I'd really like to travel as many places as I can."

The female Kia smiles and stands up. With a quiet nod, the two of them part ways.

Ａｒｔ

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>> I'd appreciate if you looked at each one ^^
Headshot (By me)
Fireflies (By me)
Feathered Fascination (By me)
Misty Mornings (By me)
By claire;
By HawkStripeh

Ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ Ａｕｔｈｏｒ

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>> Hello there! My name is Ivyy~. I'm sure you've seen me around before c: I'd like to wish everyone good luck on this beautiful Kia, and good luck to Wind Song, with judging. Thank you for considering my form.

[Blizzard-]

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[Kiesen]

Another Kia has captivated my heart. This one wasn't for me anyway.

Congratulations to the lucky person who wins this amazing Kiamara!

[bsktcase]

Name: Ojibwe
Meaning and Reason for name: The meaning of the name is Moccasins. It also means pitch face, only reason is an indian tribe wearing moccasins pitched on the top. Reason is it, also a name of a native indian tribe. This indian tribe is still here today with stripes of there land still.
Gender: I can only see this kia as a male.
Reason for gender: In the design all I see is male. Even the hair looks male to me. Male just fits him so well.
Crush: Sal, is his crush he loves everything about him. His laugh, his look everything.
Friends:
Sal - Owned by: Alva.
Cosmic - Owned by: Snow!
Blair - Owned by: Snow!
Tritney - Owned by: Snow!
Adopted Family:
Chippewa - Owned by: Me
Art:

[Doodles]

* Follow the link to my form *

[Bebop]

Very pretty but I don't think I'm entering. Good luck to you all who are.

[foxxbreath]

Ɩ κиσω ωнαт тнɛ cαɢɛ∂ вιя∂ ғɛɛℓƨ, αℓαƨ!
Ɯнɛи тнɛ ƨʋи ιƨ вяιɢнт σи тнɛ ʋρℓαи∂ ƨℓσρɛƨ;
Ɯнɛи тнɛ ωιи∂ ƨтιяƨ ƨσғт тняσʋɢн тнɛ ƨρяιиɢιиɢ ɢяαƨƨ,
Δи∂ тнɛ яιʌɛя ғℓσωƨ ℓικɛ α ƨтяɛαм σғ ɢℓαƨƨ;
Ɯнɛи тнɛ ғιяƨт вιя∂ ƨιиɢƨ αи∂ тнɛ ғιяƨт вʋ∂ σρɛƨ,
Δи∂ тнɛ ғαιит ρɛяғʋмɛ ғяσм ιтƨ cнαℓιcɛ ƨтɛαℓƨ—
Ɩ κиσω ωнαт тнɛ cαɢɛ∂ вιя∂ ғɛɛℓƨ!

Ɩ κиσω ωнʏ тнɛ cαɢɛ∂ вιя∂ вɛαтƨ нιƨ ωιиɢ
Ƭιℓℓ ιтƨ вℓσσ∂ ιƨ яɛ∂ σи тнɛ cяʋɛℓ вαяƨ;
Ғσя нɛ мʋƨт ғℓʏ вαcκ тσ нιƨ ρɛяcн αи∂ cℓιиɢ
Ɯнɛи нɛ ғαιи ωσʋℓ∂ вɛ σи тнɛ вσʋɢн α-ƨωιиɢ;
Δи∂ α ραιи ƨтιℓℓ тняσвƨ ιи тнɛ σℓ∂, σℓ∂ ƨcαяƨ
Δи∂ тнɛʏ ρʋℓƨɛ αɢαιи ωιтн α κɛɛиɛя ƨтιиɢ—
Ɩ κиσω ωнʏ нɛ вɛαтƨ нιƨ ωιиɢ!

Ɩ κиσω ωнʏ тнɛ cαɢɛ∂ вιя∂ ƨιиɢƨ, αн мɛ,
Ɯнɛи нιƨ ωιиɢ ιƨ вяʋιƨɛ∂ αи∂ нιƨ вσƨσм ƨσяɛ,—
Ɯнɛи нɛ вɛαтƨ нιƨ вαяƨ αи∂ нɛ ωσʋℓ∂ вɛ ғяɛɛ;
Ɩт ιƨ иσт α cαяσℓ σғ ʝσʏ σя ɢℓɛɛ,
βʋт α ρяαʏɛя тнαт нɛ ƨɛи∂ƨ ғяσм нιƨ нɛαят'ƨ ∂ɛɛρ cσяɛ,
βʋт α ρℓɛα, тнαт ʋρωαя∂ тσ Ħɛαʌɛи нɛ ғℓιиɢƨ—
Ɩ κиσω ωнʏ тнɛ cαɢɛ∂ вιя∂ ƨιиɢƨ!

Birthdays are feathers in the wing of time.

B i r t h d a t e ;;
Altair was born on Monday; June 17, 1996.

This makes him 17 years old, a fine age to be,
I would assume. <3

My feather doesn't have any special talents,

Western Zodiacs;;

S t a r -- S i g n ;;
Gemini | The Twins

wip

>Art Here<

Ｉ＇ｖｅ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｗｏｎｄｅｒｅｄ．．．

U s e r n a m e ;;
I am DragonInAPiBox, and I am here to try
for this beautiful boy. <3 I currently own one Kiamara, name Puma,
and she was created by Berkshire. I hope to add a second addition to
my family, and I would be delighted for it to be this guy. <3

N a m e ;;
This handsome Kia's name would be Altair.

The name Altair is of Arabic and English origins, and means "The
Flyer". Altair is generally used as a boy's name. It consists of 6
letters and 2 syllables and is pronounced Al-tair.

R e a s o n -- F o r -- N a m e ;;
I found Altair to be a rather fitting name,
not only is it the name of the main character in my favorite Xbox game,
but the meaning itself is amazing. Whenever I read it, it seems to
calm me, put me at peace. Just like the soft, simple design of this Kia.

''The Flyer" seemed like just the title I was looking for to
give this Kiamara.

G e n d e r ;;
Altair is Male.

I couldn't see him as anything less, honestly. Maybe it's his soft
blue colors, or just the fact I want a male Kia as my second.
Either way, every time I look at him he just seems more mas-
culine to me. <3

Ｗｈｙ ｂｉｒｄｓ ｓｔａｙ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ ｐｌａｃｅ,