[dr. pupper]

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[pecan]

Possible reserve <3

[HellyBoo]

Reserving this slot with the name Auroral.

[PsiKenzie]

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[Rainy Nights]

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Rainy Nights

Gender
Female

Name
Elysia

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Reserve, too pretty to ignore :3

[icseal]

reserved

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reserve

[prismatic]

congrats!

[CeruleanRush]

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➤ ➤ Ｃｏｎｔｒａｒｙ--ｔｏ--ｐｏｐｕｌａｒ--ｂｅｌｉｅｆ,

Ｉ'ｍ--ｎｏｔ--ｄｅａｄ,

Ｉ'ｍ--ｎｏｔ--ａ-- ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ,

ａｎｄ--Ｉ'ｍ--ｃｅｒｔａｉｎｌｙ--ｎｏｔ--ａ ➤ ➤

↳ " ｑｕｅｅｎ " ↵

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Go bright l i g h t
Scour the forest
Through the night
Searching for a
Sign of life
Memories of fears and strife
Keep his legs from
Turning b l u e
Broken bones and muddy shoes
Running through the fields I knew
Join the ranks of the favored few

What have I b e c o m e ?
Before the day is done
Now that we have

Got what's l e f t
Lost my rights when I was young
Taken by the
Ones I trust
Long before I knew of love
All the things I understood
Fighting for the greater good
Now tell me why this feels so wrong
Feels so wrong, to hold this gun

Now look what I've b e c o m e
Before the day is done
Now that we have won

The cold wind, you notice
The s k y
It blows in to show us
The s i g n
It falls down before us
It l i e s
The cold wind, you notice
My e y e s

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❝ Ｉ--ｓｗｅａｒ,--Ｉ'ｍ--ａｌｉｖｅ! ❞

U s e r n a m e ϟ Hello, hello! I'm CeruleanRush, as you probably already know. As this contest suggests, I'm a non owner, though I've helped with some other forms here and there. I'm not active in the fanclub at the moment, but I lurk like crazy, and if I won, I'd be incredibly active with her.

G e n d e r ϟ I see this Kia as a female. When I first started laying out all of my ideas for her, I referred to her as a "she", and it just sort of stuck. However, she won't get angry if you call her a guy, even she agrees that her fur would fit nicely on a guy.

N a m e ϟ Allow me to introduce you to Valdis. Yes, it is a male name, but she doesn't seem to care all that much. A name is a name, and Valdis can easily be shortened to something more feminine. Val is the nickname you'll find most calling her.
Suspiciously, Valdis means "rule", which is why her parents named her so. However, Valdis also has another meaning. Another origin of the name is from Scandinavia, where it means "goddess of the dead". Her parents had no idea of the fact when they gave her the name Valdis, and suspiciously enough, her name went on to become one of the most fitting parts of her life.

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You heard my voice,
I came out of the woods by c h o i c e
Shelter also gave their shade
But in the dark I have no name

So leave that click in my head
And I will remember the w o r d s that
you said
Left a clouded mind and a heavy
heart
But I was sure we could see a new
s t a r t

So when your hope's on fire
But you know your desire
Don't hold a glass over the flame
Don't let your heart grow c o l d
I will call you byname
I will share your road

But hold me fast, Hold me fast
'Cause I'm a h o p e l e s s w a n d e r e r
And hold me fast, Hold me fast
'Cause I'm a h o p e l e s s w a n d e r e r

I wrestled long with my youth
We tried so hard to live in the
t r u t h
But do not tell me all is fine
When I lose my head, I lose my
s p i n e

So leave that click in my head
And I will remember the w o r d s that
you said
You brought me o u t from the cold
Now, how I long, how I long to
grow o l d

So when your hope's on fire
But you know your desire
Don't hold a glass over the flame

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❝ Ｉ'ｍ--ｎｏｔ--ａ--ｑｕｅｅｎ! ❞

P e r s o n a l i t y ϟ To anyone but herself, Valdis’ personality is a spiderweb of rumors, tales, and lies. No one really knows what she is or who she’s like, except for a couple key facts. First, she's the "Queen of the Dead". How? It has to do with her extensive history, and that fact that she practically came back from the dead. The other key fact that everyone agrees on is that as the Queen of the Dead, she also has utter control over thunder and lightning. This rumor originated from a tale that she came back by "zapping" herself with a lightning bolt, reanimating herself much like Frankenstein. To everyone, her pleas of "I'm really not a queen!" and "I swear, I'm alive!" are just cover ups for who she really is.
However, as you may guess, they're all tall tales. Sadly, it seems that every Kiamara just wants to feed into them, as nobody will acknowledge the real truth about how she suddenly reappeared back in the world of the living after she was pronounced dead. Not her parents, friends, or the general population. If you were to ask Valdis herself, she's not all she's been made out to be. In truth, she's just a wandering soul trying to forge her way back into society after her perfect life took a turn for the worst. Her one desire is for her to be seen as normal again, but it doesn't seem like that's ever going to happen. She feels like she should be living up to these titles society has framed over her head, but she just can't bring herself to do it. Over time, she's managed to accept that she'll never rid herself of this new persona, but she's never going to stop fighting to get her old life back.

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It's empty in the valley
of your h e a r t
The sun, it rises slowly as you w a l k
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

The harvest left no food for you to
e a t
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you
s e e
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on h o p e
And I won't let you choke
On thenoose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called
a g a i n

‘Cause I have other things to fill
my t i m e
You take what is yours and I'll
take m i n e
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken
m i n d

So tie me to a post and block my
e a r s
I can see widows and orphans
through my t e a r s
I know my call despite my faults
Anddespite my growing fears

But I will hold on h o p e
And I won't let you choke
On thenoose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called
a g a i n

So come out of your cave
walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside
d o w n
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's land

So make your siren's call
And sing all you w a n t
I will not hear what you have to
s a y

‘Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to
b e

And I will hold on h o p e
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called
a g a i n

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❝ Ｊｕｓｔ--ｌｉｓｔｅｎ,--ｐｌｅａｓｅ! ❞

I n s p i r a t i o n ϟ ❝ My inspiration? Well, the only inspiration I have anymore is my history. With such an incredibly weird past, it gives me hope somehow. It all began when I was still somewhat of a pup, about 16, and my family went to visit Haiti after the earthquake. My parents had volunteered to help out around here and there with the clean up, typical charity work as you might guess.

Now, this is the part where is gets weird.

I was playing with my siblings outside a little bit away from where we were staying, and one of my brothers was chasing me. In a bit of stupidity, I ran into the road, and felt something sharp prick my foot. It didn't stay there like a splinter, just stayed on the road as I toppled backwards into the grass. As I reached out to stop my fall, I realized that I couldn't move. At all. Every single inch of my body was immobile, even blinking was impossible. There hasn't been another moment in my life that I've been as terrified as I was then. My only wish was to scream, to yell, to let someone, anyone know that I was alive and to not step in the road as my siblings stood over me, whimpering and trying to get me to respond. When my parents came rushing over, the looks on their faces shattered me. They thought I was dead. Was I dead? It was a bit hard to tell at this point.

What I didn't know was that the sharp thing I had stepped on just so happened to have an incredibly tiny amount of tetrodotoxin on it, a substance found in pufferfish. It managed to slow down my heart rate so much that it wasn't detectable. I watched from my hospital bed as the doctors declared me dead, and my parents left in a fit of tears over their lost child. There was still no way for me to tell that that I was okay. They didn't come to my funeral in Haiti, instead went back home as soon as they possibly could in an attempt to forget I had ever existed.

The coffin was sealed, and I was buried. At that point, I figured I really was dead, until several men came in the dead of night and dug up my coffin. The sharp things in the road had been left there by them, to catch unsuspecting people like me. From there, the tetrodotoxin began to wear off, and I was taken to a plantation. My fate? Working with no escape for years on end.

Suspiciously, on the day of my 19th birthday, a scientist studying something in Haiti at the time arrived at the plantation, and recognized me from the stories on the news of my mysterious death. He managed to buy me-- yes, buy me, I kid you not-- back from the plantation owners, and brought me back home. When I arrived, I figured that it would be a grand reunion, returning home back to my family after years apart. I couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces.

When I arrived, it was a different story. They shut the door in my face, and refused to even speak to me. I wasn't their daughter, she was dead. Nothing I said could change that, and since I was technically listed as dead, I wasn't considered their child, or responsibility anymore. News spread quickly, and soon everyone knew of my return from the dead, and soon I was known by all as the Queen of the Dead. ❞

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❝ Ｔｈａｔ --ｗａｓ --ｍｙ-- ｓｔｏｒｙ...

Ｗｈａｔ-- ａｂｏｕｔ-- ｔｈｅｉｒｓ? ❞

A r t -- C r e d i t s ϟ

--[x] by Birdy Crossing
--[x]by CeruleanRush
--[x] by evangeline.
--[x] by Oddly Shaded
--[x] by SpottedSong

C r i t i q u e ϟ

--Kazoo
--A Real-Life Friend

L y r i c s ϟ

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B e h i n d--T h e--S c r e e n ϟ

If I win this Kiamara, I, CeruleanRush, promise to...
--Keep her active in the fanclub
--Roleplay with her
--Order art of her
--Draw her myself

L a s t l y ϟ

A big thank you to you, Talon, for judging these forms and giving us non owners a chance at joining the community. <3

[epimetheus]

----Here, finally some art! ;u;

by conquest;

by FeatherSmoothie

By mimi911

❝ But you've gotta promise me one thing. If you see my dad on the Highway to Hell . . .


Kick his ass for me. ❞

----Hello, Talon. I am majesty,. You may call me
either Phil or majesty, nothing else please. I, as
you can already know, am a nonowner, but I really
wish to own at least one Kia someday.

----I would name him Luke. The lightning bolt on
his flank reminded me of Percy Jackson and the
Olympians: The Lightning Thief. In the book, a
character named Luke steals Zeus' magical
lightning bolt. So I thought, hey, Luke would be a
perfect name.

----To me, this Kia screams male. So, then, I shall
make it so. Besides. I don't know about you, but
I've never ever heard of a girl with the name
Luke . . .

----secretive, sneaky, thief, mysterious, self-
centered

[told from Luke's point of view]

----❝ How could Thalia possibly have died?
I shook in my seat, nibbling on my tail fur a bit. Who in their
right mind would kill Thalia?
“Luke," I heard a call from somewhere over to my left. Still
weary and nervous, I looked cautiously over to my side, a very
pained look in my eyes.
I could tell, because it reflected in her glasses.
With a shaky breath, I felt tears well up in my usually cheery
blue eyes. After today, after that moment where she handed
me the papers confirming Thalia's death, I never smiled again.
The edges of my lips didn't even twitch up in the slightest.
For the pain, and grief that I felt after losing her, the closest
thing I had to love.
Thalia would always listen to my odd ramblings on life and such,
she never doubted me or betrayed me. No, Thalia was a true
friend, and a very brave warrior. I wouldn't want anyone else
on my side. We had known each other since we were two,
and were practically inseparable ever since.
Until that day.
Thalia, as I had been told, had gotten in a fight. This was a
serious fight. But the one she was fighting against? Who,
you ask, was this devilish character?

My father.

Yes, it is true. My own father, whom I had loved very much,
who knew how close Thalia and I were. Thalia was over
powered by my father and was at a struggle to grip onto
her precious life. My father took the last blow at her neck,
and, in a flash . . .

She died.

My father was taken to prison and funeral arrangements were
immediately made. Now, you would have thought that I would
be a part of the arranging, that I would want my friend to pass
peacefully?
Well, you were wrong.
That day, I sat in my room, doing all sorts of things that I would
rather not mention to anyone. But, one thing I will mention is
how I thought endlessly of Thalia, and how much she inspired
me during her short time on Earth. Thalia, though fierce and
tough, was kind to all creatures and always thought that you
shouldn’t resort to violence for everything. She was kind and
sharing and actually worked very well with children of all kinds.
Thalia always inspired me, my gosh, how I wished to be her. ❞