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this kia is just,
so beautiful omg

anyone can use Lipton if they need any chars in a story or something uvu<3

[MoonlyPineapple]

-Username-
Hello there! I'm ~MoonlyPineapple~, you can call me moony, pine, or anything you'd like ♥
I'd say this would be the first time ever tried for one of these beauties. I got my interest in Kiamaras
by noticing how unique and attractive they were, and I'd really like to have one so I sure hope you like my
form!

♥

-Name-
Alisha, I chose this name because I found
it to be quite gentle and in a way lovely

-Gender-
Alisha is a solid female

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-Personality-


Caring

Alisha is very caring, she always
makes sure no one is left out or
sad, its difficult for her to cheer
someone up because she has been
much herself

Curious

Alisha is easily fascinated by
things that even a professor can't explain,
things like the creation of life on earth
and how mars is the way it is, she always gets
closer and closer to her answer if only
she could reach far enough to find out

A Dreamer

Alisha is definitely a dreamer,
no not a bed time dreamer, in
other words, a wonderer if that helps, she
always knows she can reach her goals even
through the impossible, she also has that
spark of bravery to do it.

Sensitive

Of course no one is absolutely
picture perfect, Alisha is very
sensitive, one wrong thing to
say and she will hold in every gut
she has to not flip out on someone,
she usually isn't that great at understanding
a joke or so in another person's perspective,
she will do soon enough.

The Writer

Oh yes have I forgot to mention?
Alisha loves to write books,
stories, poems songs, you name it!
nothing will keep her from her writing.
Very few know of her "talent" but
she does like to keep it to
herself

bought from sei.

-Story of her Inspiration-
age; 7
Alisha was leaning against her window, peaking through her telescope, she got a bit upset because she had been standing there for hours, and nothing, nothing at all. As she stood against her window, looking up at the sky then back into her telescope, there it was, a purple shooting star, she yelped and screamed in all the excitement of her day this was the best! Even so surprised, she still had a thought and paused, "wait a minute, shooting stars can't be purple, can they? or can they not" Alisha stood there thinking until she got an idea, she went to her computer and typed in, 'purple shooting star' when it brought up the results off the search engine, she wondered because all the images shown where hoaxes or animations, she rolled her blue lit eyes and went back to her window, but, how can that possibly be? she thought, leaning on her elbow, still wondering about it, when her grandpa came home, she gave him a hug and told him all about the purple shooting star, "what is it grandpa what is it?" she asked all jumpy and bubbly knowing he will say what it is, but her grandpa was blank, he just made a laugh and said, "Alisha, my dear, granddaughter, they are no such thing a purple shooting star" he chuckled, Alisha's heart sank, " But, but, I saw it!" she told him, "I saw it I truly did!" but her Grandpa continued laughing about and said "go get some rest" Alisha sighed and walked up to her room, she pulled the blankets over herself and cuddled up with her plush. "I know I saw it, I know" but she was too drowsy and so on she fell asleep.
The next day she knocked on her Grandpa's room but realized he wasn't there, all his stuff where here just, not himself. Alisha was fearful something bad might have happened to him. Meanwhile she went back to her telescope as she was hoping for his return. As she picked up the picture off the telescope, she realized the telescope had taken a picture of the purple shooting star! She didn't remember turning the camera option "on" but she didn't mind that. For a while Alisha sat there, wondering why she is so mesmerized by this, before she could do anything else, someone knocked on the door, it was a policeman, he calmly explained that her Grandpa died a natural death, then left, just like that, as soon as she heard of it she burst into tears holding that picture in her hand, "Oh grandpa, I wanted to show you this so bad" she threw away another box of tissue paper and made a decision, Alisha decides to run away and study stars and shooting stars, and how it actually connects with her.

This is the first time I ever seen this!
~has new addiction~

I will save a spot to make a form here for sure :Y

[ArizonaT3a]

»»Username:
Hi I'm Kage the shadow but you can just call me Kage. ^-^

»»Gender:
I think of this beautiful Kia as a girl.

»»Name:
Miyuki ~(means silence of snow in Japanese))

»»Personality:
Miyuki is very quite, she is loving but doesn't like to talk. Most think she is mute because only two other have heard her speak, but they don't know that she has. Her eyes are always distant as if she is looking through you, its not a scary look but makes you feel oddly sad. Miyuki is always daydreaming, she dreams of a family since her family left her. She doesn't like touching anyone, always thinking it forms a bond. She doesn't like bonds, friends always leave someday and sometimes they don't just go without spilling secrets. Even though Miyuki is quite quiet and a little anti social, she every now and then likes to spend time with others and is loving. She isn't miss pretty and perfect though, she has an inner storm that comes out sometimes when her problems get pent up inside for too long.

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reminds me of an mlp

»»Art:

W.I.P!!!

[Bronze Dove]

Username:
{Autumn~Wind}
Gender:
{Male}
Name:
{Bolt, simply Bolt}
Personality: (300 word limit)
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Art: (5 pieces limit)
{wip}
sorry, will be dropping out of this competition. I hope this Kia goes to a very good home. Good luck and best wishes.
Autumn~Wind

[jayus]

Pretty c:

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"T h e r e i s n o g r e a t e r s o l i t u d e t h a n t h a t o f t h e s a m u r a i."

Greetings, my name is Thistlestar but call me Thistle for short.
I am looking for a dream kiamara, something frosty,interesting,
something that catches the eye. This handsome kiamara just
stopped me and it took my breath away. Its perfect. Thank you
so much for your hardwork and dedication to this species and
good luck to everyone else too!

Samurai. Its a unique name I chose for a special reason. Usually, people
would think of brave Japanese warriors but there is much more. Samurai
has a very strong will and soul and will not break down so easily. He never
backs down and isn't a coward. Also, its other meaning is cold lightning or 寒雷.
His colors are very cold and distant feeling, like frost or ice, and his lightning
mark above his thigh symbolizes courage and his passion, the spark. I think Samurai
overall has a bigger deeper richer meaning to it and it really folds in well to this kiamara.

I personally see his portrayed as a male.

Like a samurai, he has a calm and collected personality. Even in the midst of
a horrible scenario, he won't lose his grill. Samurai always think before he talks.
If you aren't familiar with him yet, Samurai may act cold, distant, and a bit
cruel at times but once you get to know him, you will warm off that layer of ice
he seems to have on the outside and he will charm you in every way. Very loyal
and courageous, he never backs down a challenge, big or small, facing it like a true
warrior even in the face of death.

Background Story: Samurai is caught in the midst in of a raging snow storm, on the
brink of death. An old kiamara, Sensei Yuki, finds him and saves his life. He then learns
to train as a samurai warrior. His inspiration is one day to be like Sensei Yuki.

The air was crisp and cold, and there was an endless stretch of falling snow. White.
Some would say it would be a winter wonderland, heaven. Though that was all Samurai
could see. To him, it would be known as the hell he lived in. His body threatened to
collapse and betray him any moment but he willed himself to take another step. He
had growned accustomed to the numbing and throbbing of his feet and the icicles
that hung on his ear, nose, tail, and chin. Samurai trudged further up, shivering in
coldness, until he saw a dark cave up ahead, covered by dead moss that hung limply
over it, concealing the entrance. But it was no mistake. The black hole drew itself
from the white world, the dark colors seemingly foreign to Samurai's eyes." I...have
to get...t-t-here.." he muttered in a barely audible voice. He put his paw slowly in
front of him, and stumbled. He laid there, unable to move. Every muscle screamed
at him and threatened him to keep moving, but it was of no use anymore. Snow fell
gently on him, so pretty yet deadly. Would he be covered in his hell? He closed his
eyes and curled up. Suddenly, he felt a warming touch, so sweet and angelic to his
cold body. Was Samurai in heaven? He blinked and opened his eyes in a crack. Staring
down at his was a battle worn face yet deep in its eyes, there was the angel,
the savior, the light. Samurai gave a little whimper and curled up into a tight ball
as he felt the gentle paws picking him up from his hell. He closed his eyes once more,
and fell into a deep sleep.

Its so soft. Its so warm. What is this feeling? Samurai opened his eyes and saw yet
that face again. That tough face full of pride, yet old and fragile. "Why you're awake,
young grasshopper. Your journey has not even begun yet. I see the spark in you,
young warrior." Samurai lifted his head a bit and the world became fuzzy. "Not yet,
not yet... you must rest a bit more, young grasshopper for your destiny, your fate still
awaits you..." The soothing words slipped his back to sleep and once more, he was in
another world of thoughts and questions and dreams.

He awoke again to see an old kiamara writing some calligraphy on a piece of old papyrus
scroll with a thin lattern at his side. The ink quill dipped into the black ink once more
and it moved gracefully across the paper, like a world of its own. "Um...thanks for
saving me.. um.." Samurai said weakly. The old kiamara turned around quickly
and happiness quickly lit up his eyes. "I thought you were nearly gone! Ah, my name is
Sensei Yuki. Fate must have brought you here no more. We must begin training immediately,
grasshopper for your destiny is here." Sensei Yuki picked up a wooden scarred bokken beside
him and slipped it into Samurai's paws. From then on, he taught Samurai the way of the
warrior, the seven codes and conducts of Bushido.

5 years later....

A handsome yet young kiamara stood besides an old fragile kiamara. Though old as he was,
there was wisdom in his speech, his way. Samurai's eyes glimmered and his heart jumped
and beated with happiness as he saw the too familiar saya of Sensei Yuki's katana. It was
carved of ivory from the finest blacksmith, Shizu. A sight it was, to see one of these priceless
and nearly valueless swords; very rare it was to own one. Sensei Yuki unsheathed the katana
and it glinted beautifully in the sun. So pretty it was, yet deadly and dangerous. It seemed to
sing for bloodlust, deceiving the gorgeous looks. And the sensei swung it down on Samurai.
"For I bestow this warrior and for the ancestors to call upon me and answer my call. I, Sensei
Yuki, shall rightfully pass down from this day, his duty as a warrior." He sheathed the sword
back into the saya and handed it with great care into Samurai's paws. "You have done great,
grasshopper.Like a son to me indeed." Samurai could only nod and hold back tears. He had
completed the intense training of a samurai warrior, now ready to explore the world, for he
was Samurai, the burning spirit.

Word Count: 593

This is Samurai portrayed in anthro form
with traditional hand drawn art by me.


Samurai here is training with a katana here.
Drawn by Umalia.


Braving the snow here, Samurai has his katana
out. Drawn and animated by Umalia.


Fending off intruders and enemies, a fearsome
warrior Samurai is. Drawn by Dragon Bane.

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[Rockpelt]

A long debate with myself has lead to me placing a reserve here. <3 <3

[Mazkerati]

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Personality:

Just so you know she is from Australia and has an accent

She's soft on the inside and tough on the outside:

Inside:
"Oh you poor thing, where's ya' owner? I guess I'll have to look after ya' until I find ya' home."

"Hi there tired traveller, did ya' need a place to crash for the night? You can't stay out here in the weather...you'd get a cold, so feel free to rest at me' home, I wouldn't want ya' to travel ill mate."

"Oi! There's no reason to be like that, both of ya' should stop yellin' at each other and work things out eh? Better makin' friends than enemies ain't it?.."

"Oh my...Ain't ya' just the most adorable thing I've ever seen!"

"Please don't be so cruel to her, she doesn't need to be treated like that...she has enough problems at home."

"It's so sad to see 'em like this...I just wanna cry. No child should live how they do these days, but we cant change that, so all they have is imaginations to keep them distracted from the real world...but the things happening around them is all they have on their minds... I need to help 'em, anything... I don't want to see anymore tears..."

Outside:

"Oi! mate! Don't lay another paw on her or I`ll hurt ya!"

"Oh no! A snake! Everyone stand back and I`ll drive it away!"

"Wanna have an arm wrestle?!"

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Story:

She was inspired by Emily Dickinson
Through out Leana's life she has seen so many things, not good things. Not good things at all... Seeing so many kiamara without smiles on their faces, rooves over their heads and... any imaginations...

It hurt her to see this, especially when she saw children...they were meant to have imaginations, vast imaginations...not vague ones... they were meant to have smiles attached to their faces, happiness in their souls! But none of them obtained even a speck of that...So Leana had to take a stand.
Within weeks Leana had come across many libraries, reading hundreds of books, talking to many kia but found nothing. Until she found one book, the cover had the name 'Biographies 1800 - 2000', this interested her very much, so indeed she began reading it. And she was glad she did, she came across many people such as; 'Albert Einstein' who was a scientist, a very smart one. But Einstein was also a champion of human rights and campaigned for a more peaceful world, and in doing so inspired many others to do the same. Leana also came across ' Abraham Lincoln' who was no only a president but he also inspired the nation with his noble words and helped to bring about the abolishment of slavery. She came across many other biographies as well, but none of them seemed to help her with the problem she was facing.
But after she had read many more, she finally came across a woman that could fix her problem... Emily Dickinson, a famous human poet, she wrote strange things, but they were meaningful, in so many ways. They captured the imagination of tens of thousands of people across the world, as well as inspiring them.

This widened Leana's eyes, and made her change her ways 'I want to become a poet a children's poet' and indeed she did, she studied for many weeks after, soon writing a few poems and reading them to the children on the street. Each time she did so, the children would approach her and sit on the ground, they had such sad faces and tears in their eyes. But after she read to the children, they would stand up with wide eyes and grins on their faces, they asked questions or just thanked her and ran off. Leana saw a significant change in their personalities and behaviours, this brought a smile to her face each time she realised it.
Leana still continues to write poems for the children and travels across the state, she believes she is slowly changing the futures of the kids, and she does...

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[Cakeface]

Oh my, Dream kia alert *A*
Good luck to all non-owners <3