Hello! I'm Ivy, a non-owner looking for a Kia to love, spoil, and raise till the end. I role-play quite a bit her on CS, and I'm on every day. I've also just reached 5000 posts recently... *
*This Kia's name is Briar \b-riar\ as a girl's name is of English origin, and the meaning of Briar is "thorny bush of wild roses, brambles". 20th-century coinage. Briar has 6 variant forms: Brier, Briet, Brieta, Brietta, Brya and Bryar. Some names that sound like Briar are Berura and Beruria. Briar is not a popular first name for women but a very popular surname or last name.
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This name is symbiolic in many ways; to start, one meaning of it traces back to the term 'Wild', like her pelt is suppose to resemble. She can be sweet like a rose, but as prickly as thorns. ((See Story for more insight))
As soon as I saw this Kia - the glint in her eye, the natural colors of her fur, everything - I knew this Kiamara has to be a girl. It's all in the look...
"Mom! Please look!"
Briar gazed up at her mother with wide eyes, holding up a modular origami project she had just finished.
"That's nice," her mother murmured, looking down at her paperwork. "Now, go play."
A tear rolled down Briar's cheek. She stomped upstairs to her small room in their small cottage, flopping down on her matress. Why did she never listen?
Briar's father was gone. Not dead, no. He... left Briar's mother soon after she was born. He wanted no part in raising a child.
Briar's mother bore her unexpectantly. Just before she found out that she was with child, Briar's father broke up with her. The mother, when the little Kia was born, showed no emotion, no happiness. She was disappointed in herself for being with that man, and she didn't want a girl anyways. Briar was neglected by her mother, who was always busy with work. They could hardly afford their house to begin with.
Briar had always read stories about happy families; caring parents, maybe a sibling, or a pet. She always wanted an actually functional family. She dreamt about it every night; her parents asking how her day was, eating dinner together, bonding. But when she woke up every morning, it would hit that it would never happen, no matter how hard she wished, prayed, or asked.
One day, after yet another failed attempt for attention, she burst out crying. She calmed down, and drifted into thought. Why stay here when her mother didn't care? She was a burden on the older Kia anyways. A tear rolling down her cheek, she left a note on her bed ((like her mother would really care)) and crawled out of the window.
Briar walked around the forest that engulfed their house on all sides soon after she left. For a few days, the teen Kia was scared. She ate wild berries and slept in the trees. One day, she found in her tree a flock of wild birds. She was awestruck when she inched closer, and closer to the group, and they didn't flinch. She touched one's wing with her paw and it chirped happily. Surprised, she sat right next to them in the tree, her rather small body balancing well on the branch. Briar was amazed. Would all animals do the same around her? It's like she belonged there.
But Briar knew that she should find a home. To remember the flock, she took a single fallen feather from their tree and tied it to a piece of spare twine, hanging it around her neck. She carried on walking through the forest.
Eventually, Briar reached the city by foot. She found a family member, her aunt, to be specific, and carried out the rest of her teen years with her. She knew that she wouldn't have a very functional family, just living with her aunt. Eventually she moved out, after she turned twenty. She moved into a small apartment on the outskirts of town, close to the forest. Sometimes Briar goes into the forest and visits the forest; like she had predicted, all of the animals she got close to liked her company.
To this day, she kept the necklace with the single, golden feather as her only special possession. Her connection with the wild animals.
Briar gazed up at her mother with wide eyes, holding up a modular origami project she had just finished.
"That's nice," her mother murmured, looking down at her paperwork. "Now, go play."
A tear rolled down Briar's cheek. She stomped upstairs to her small room in their small cottage, flopping down on her matress. Why did she never listen?
Briar's father was gone. Not dead, no. He... left Briar's mother soon after she was born. He wanted no part in raising a child.
Briar's mother bore her unexpectantly. Just before she found out that she was with child, Briar's father broke up with her. The mother, when the little Kia was born, showed no emotion, no happiness. She was disappointed in herself for being with that man, and she didn't want a girl anyways. Briar was neglected by her mother, who was always busy with work. They could hardly afford their house to begin with.
Briar had always read stories about happy families; caring parents, maybe a sibling, or a pet. She always wanted an actually functional family. She dreamt about it every night; her parents asking how her day was, eating dinner together, bonding. But when she woke up every morning, it would hit that it would never happen, no matter how hard she wished, prayed, or asked.
One day, after yet another failed attempt for attention, she burst out crying. She calmed down, and drifted into thought. Why stay here when her mother didn't care? She was a burden on the older Kia anyways. A tear rolling down her cheek, she left a note on her bed ((like her mother would really care)) and crawled out of the window.
Briar walked around the forest that engulfed their house on all sides soon after she left. For a few days, the teen Kia was scared. She ate wild berries and slept in the trees. One day, she found in her tree a flock of wild birds. She was awestruck when she inched closer, and closer to the group, and they didn't flinch. She touched one's wing with her paw and it chirped happily. Surprised, she sat right next to them in the tree, her rather small body balancing well on the branch. Briar was amazed. Would all animals do the same around her? It's like she belonged there.
But Briar knew that she should find a home. To remember the flock, she took a single fallen feather from their tree and tied it to a piece of spare twine, hanging it around her neck. She carried on walking through the forest.
Eventually, Briar reached the city by foot. She found a family member, her aunt, to be specific, and carried out the rest of her teen years with her. She knew that she wouldn't have a very functional family, just living with her aunt. Eventually she moved out, after she turned twenty. She moved into a small apartment on the outskirts of town, close to the forest. Sometimes Briar goes into the forest and visits the forest; like she had predicted, all of the animals she got close to liked her company.
To this day, she kept the necklace with the single, golden feather as her only special possession. Her connection with the wild animals.
Paradise - Coldplay wrote:Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo.
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo.
When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach,
So she ran away in her sleep.
And dreamed of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Every time she closed her eyes.
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo.
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo.
When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach,
And bullets catching her teeth.
Life goes on,
It gets so heavy,
The wheel breaks the butterfly.
Every tear, a waterfall.
In the night, the stormy night,
She closed her eyes.
In the night, the stormy night,
Away she flied.
And dream of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
She dreamed of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
La-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la.
So lying underneath the stormy skies.
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I know the sun's set to rise.
This could be para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Could be para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
This could be para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Could be para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
(Oh, oh. Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo.)
This could be para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-ooo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-ooo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-ooo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-ooo...
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