[fish-soda]

dropping out.

[LoneAnubis]

Sorry about that uwu

[Peachpie1164]

username: Peachpie1164.
name:
personality: (300 word limit)
story of his scars:

reserve complete utter reserve.

[Mazkerati]

username:
name:
personality: (300 word limit)
story of his scars:

[epimetheus]

lost connection :/
to all who enter, may the odds be ever in your favor~

[Alva.]

Dropping out for #392, good luck everyone!

[Xanga]

Username:
Xanga
Name:
Nightsong,
Often called night or the Dark Assassin.
Personality:
Nightsong is one of those, 'if I don't know you i could care less what happens to you' type males. To put it simply he is very uncaring about others, in fact he would rather die than give help to another. No matter who you are it takes a lot to warm his heart and this is a known fact to all who have crossed his path. He will not hesitate to tell you what's on his mind, no matter how cruel or brutal those comments may be.
Story of his scars:
Nightsong grew up as a very shielded child, when his parents were killed when he was younger he took up assassination in order to avenge his parents death. He trained long and hard to face the mutts that had killed his parents, but it was futile. He got his rump handed to him, his scars are the very reminder that he was not able to avenge his parents. The reason he is a cold hearted assassin today.
((Eventually there will be a few art pieces to decorate my entry a bit.))

[Tru]

-Albus Dumbledore

I go by the name of Tru and I am currently a non-owner with a great fondness for the species, especially this fellow.

His name given at birth was Nicodemus, but very few know him by that any longer. Most call him The Shayde for he hardly comes outside and when he does, he never steps foot into the sunlight. He has a very mysterious air around him, though it's really just because most are too scared of the dark to approach him and to get to know the real Nicodemus.

Shayde is a very introverted Kiamara. He doesn't make friends easily and in fact doesn't speak much to any one. He is highly intelligent and studies ancient languages on scrolls and tomes that most kiamaras have long since forgotten. He is also a lover of poetry and literature, Poe and Shakespeare being among he favorite authors. He adores the practice of calligraphy and practices it often on homemade parchment paper as well. He is a perfectionist when it comes to his writings, albeit a messy one. His catalog is what he affectionately refers to as "organized chaos". He favors the solitude of the night and the shadows with only dim candle glow in preference to any modern day lighting. He would much rather loose himself into the world of a book than to trouble himself with this issues of reality.

While most of the time he is extremely reserved and patient, he will not stand for two things. He will not abide by anyone abusing his books or scrolls. He becomes absolutely furious if he seems that they are being mishandled in any way. They are his most prized possessions and he considers them his family.

The other thing that will get him riled up, is if you try to delve into his past. He keeps his secrets locked up tightly and refuses to speak about them to anyone or anything. He can't even bear to write his memories down. Every time he begins to reminisce, he completely looses all control. He will either collapse into a panic a fly into a fury. Either way, he does not wish to experience these occurrences.


Nicodemus was once a very happy, young kiamara. He lived with his Mother and Grandfather in a forest not too far from a village ruled by a great Lord. His Grandfather taught him how to read and write in many different languages, some one which no longer existed, save for a few who had kept them alive. Unfortunately, his happiness was not to last. A band of the Lords scouts came through the area, looking for anything of value. When they came to Nicodemus' home, they killed his Mother without a second thought. His Grandfather however pleaded with them, told them of all the languages that Nicodemus could read and write in. So, they took him hostage and killed his Grandfather, burning his childhood home to the ground. But before his death, Nicodemus' Grandfather gave his feathers to his grandson, tying them deep in his mane so they were hidden from view at least for now.

They brought Nicodemus to the castle of their Lord and explained why they took the boy captive. The Lord liked the idea, for the castle he lived in had many books and scrolls that he and his own scholars couldn't interpret. So they locked the young Kiamara in a dark room with a single candle for light. He was told to start translating, but scared and confused, he just stared blankly at his guard. The guard growled and pulled his dagger from the sheath, approaching the boy. Nicodemus tried to run but it was no use. He screamed as deep sharp pain went through his ear. The guard barked at him to do as he said but poor Nicodemus just sobbed and wailed, so the guard flicked his dagger again, sending another stabbing pain to Nicodemus' ear. Nicodemus finally understood. Through the pain and tears, he began to translate the books and scrolls.

This became his whole childhood, in the dark, with a candle. The tomes became an escape from his torment. He would often ignore the guards as he read and wrote, completely lost in his own world. As the time passed, the color of his eyes began to fade and changed to a soft white, as did his feathers which his kept under a loose floor stone. He also became sensitive to any light, not being able to handle more than the luminosity of a few candles, but he didn't mind so much. Though because of this, whenever they opened his door, or allowed him outdoors, he would stay in the shade and shadows. Many of the staff working the castle took to calling him The Shayde because he would blend in and no one would see him until the last minute. He liked that, so he adopted the name for himself.

When he finally was finished with his task, the Lord agreed to let him go. He took his grandfather's feathers from heir hiding place and proudly adorned them.Though as he tired to leave, the guards stopped him. The Lord said he shouldn't leave without something to remember his time there by. The Lord signaled his men and before the poor lad could move, the brutes grabbed him and held him down. The guard who stood his watch for so long approached and pulled out the same dagger he had used so long ago on Shayde's ear. With a menacing sneer, the guard slashed it across Shayde's muzzle. Shayde howled in pain and torment as the rest of the patrol dragged him to the front gate and tossed him out into the front courtyard. He looked back, just for a moment, wishing he could be back in his safe, dark room with his books, scrolls, and candles. He then headed out into the world, vowing to never again speak of the torment he suffered there.



All art is done by myself unless noted otherwise.
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Shayde Writing Animation
Shayde Sleeping on His Books.
Shayde's Official Portrait
"The Quill is Mightier than the Sword"

[abel.]

username: HarryPotter<3
name: Nightlock
personality: (300 word limit)
story of his scars:

[誰不低頭]

ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ
Hello, I'm Thistlestar and its a honor to try out for your kia!
I have been trying out for your unique and lovely kias lately and this
one, I just couldn't help myself but jump in! This boy has all the right
colors for me and I love the white eye! Everything blends in well, the
colors, the design, just everything! If I actually in a case, win him, I
will spoil him with role plays, art, and a lot more! He is really cute
and lovely and the design, its just speechless really! Well, let's get
to the form, right?

ＮＡＭＥ
This boy just needed a unique name, something special, to
make it stand out. Not just a shallow name like "Dark" or "Shadow" but
something more in the inside, not just the appearance. His name was
originally Moon. It was meant as the light in the dark night to guide.
The hope in the darkness, the savior. He was not someone evil,
someone mean, he was kind and caring and thoughtful of others.
He was the beacon of light just like the moon in the sky that follows
us, where ever we go. But just Moon? How about another more language
to make it unique? I decided to choose French. His name is Lune. Lune's
full name is Lune Archimus Gunther though he wants you to only call
him Lune.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ
Outside Lune may look mean, tough, and evil because of his
dark colors but on the inside, he is actually a really nice fellow. He
cares deeply for his friends and will help then whenever they are in
need. He is thoughtful and humble, and very selfless. Lune takes other's
priorities first and loves animals. He even works at an animal shelter
and helps out there! Although he is very experienced around animals,
not so much with other kias. Lune tends to be shy around kias when
first meeting them but talk with him a bit more and he will warm
right up and charm you! Though shy as he is, he loves to make friends,
no matter what species, size, or looks! What matters to him
is that you are a good person and not mean or evil. He hates how
people criticize him and call him "Blindy" or "Bully" because of
his white eye or his dark pelt. It annoys him a lot but he merely
ignores them. He loves life, and that is the main reason he
works at an animal shelter - saving lives. Its important and he
feels really good about it.

ＳＴＯＲＹ ＯＦ ＳＣＡＲＳ
It whimpered and growled. Cold and lonely, it was, no place to call home,
nowhere to go. Desperation drove it on the verge of death yet it still had
the fiery spirit in its eyes. Emaciated as it was, it was still wary of this
creature. Lune dropped down to his paws and on his stomach. Two blue
eyes stared back, dull yet it had this light, this hope. It was a pup, a very
sickly one indeed. Rain poured down, plastering Lune’s fur to his body and
he tried hard not to shiver. “Come on, we’ll get you safe home, pup,” he
coaxed gently, and slowly crept closer. The puppy was a small, its fur
was a beautiful chestnut and it had two tiny upright ears. It let out a whimper,
slipping farther into the dense undergrowth, fear striking its eyes as it
looked at Lune. It could barely move, its paws already numb, its ears cold
to the very tip. They were both very soaked and the skies would only cry
harder. It was dark and the moon was hidden behind a wispy cloud, so that
the only light that could be seen was Lune’s eyes. The very white pale eyes.
Some would call him blind, but he was just born that way. Lune in fact was
not blind and was very capable of seeing as well as anyone. “It’s cold out
here, I have a very warm bed waiting for you,” he whispered gently but the
puppy bared its teeth at him. Lune sighed. A life is always a life, I must do
what I can, he thought to himself confidently, new energy surging through his
veins. He drove the puppy towards a hollow in a tree. The puppy had no choice
but to back away into it until it became lost in the darkness of the hole. Lune
crept in after it and together, they were both swallowed by the tree. Two
cold blue eyes glared at Lune and suddenly, he felt a stinging sensation on
his nose and ear. He bit his lip, trying hard not to cry out. The pup had
scratched him! The rain had slowed to a shower outside; at least they
were dry in the tree now. Lune gradually approached the puppy, step by
step, until their bodies were touching each other. The pup gave no fight; it
was too miserable and tired to, and Lune’s body heat kept it warm. Together,
they both slept under the watchful blanket of the stars.

Something pressed against his head and Lune opened his eyes slowly. The
sun was peeking out of the hills and birds chirped. It was no longer raining
and there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky. Again, he felt something
poke him and looked up just to find himself staring at two eyes. Yes, the
pup. “Morning, I see you have regained your strength, huh? Let’s get you
somewhere safe!” he announced and together, they both trotted to a brown
wooden building.

Lune's Afterwords of Wisdom:
Lune speaking here! To think that these vicious scars should have come from
a fighter, a bully, but alas, no, it has come from the very life I am saving! I
wear these scars with pride, not with fear, or regret but these are the very
essense of me! Let not the scars or looks decieve you, for it is truly withen
your heart that we see.To each individual who takes his or her own meaning into
this story, is truly special indeed. For a life is not worth dying for, it is
for living. That one day, you may, yourself, save a life, I will be watching
over you with great pride and happiness. For you to truly follow your own
path, until then may you stay in the light and let the darkness wash out.

ＬＵＮＥ'Ｓ ＡＮＩＭＡＬ ＳＨＥＬＴＥＲ
After this very story, Lune found that saving lives of these animals were
his passion. He did indeed open up his own animal shelter! Would you
like to go visit it? Well click here!

Questions? Email Lune at LuneAnimalShelter@gmail.com!