[.Eclipse.]

The colors <3
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[oriole]

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★ username: PeachTea

★ name: Luster

★ gender: Female

★ frequently dreams of: She constantly dreams of flying. If some one gave her one wish, that's what she would wish for. At night, her thoughts are filled with images of her in the night sky with shimmery blue butterfly wings. In the dream, Luster is flying through a blue, purple and green aurora and flies pass the atmosphere and into the stars.

Luster climbed up to a cliff, took a deep breath, and leaped. Amazingly, she wasn't free-falling to her death, but soaring through the air. She caught her breath when the kiamara took a glimpse of her reflection on a lake. Attatched to her back were a pair of blue, shimmering, butterfly wings. The, Luster turned her head up to the sky and gasped. The Northern Lights danced across the night sky like a graceful ballet. Without thinking, she caught a wind and floated up to it.
Wow! she thought. Accidentally flying through Earth's atmosphere, the kiamara was surrounded with bursts of purple and blue light. Out of the blue (no pun intended), a butterfly landed on her nose. It's wings were just like Luster's. Distracted, she followed it down, back to Earth, past the lake and the forest, and the little creature guided her back to her home. Where she belonged.
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[Pi.]

Lovely design! c:

[FoxerOwl]

RES with "being an artist"

there's a knock on your door...

Hi there, Talon vuv My name is FoxerOwl, as you probably know :P Just call me Foxer, please.

there's a chill in the air...

"Me? I actually... have no name... well, I did, but... I forgot it... it's lost in my dreams, or, should I say, nightmares."

However, most people call him Demente, meaning "insane" in Spanish. His close friends call him Dem.

yeah, you gotta face it baby!

Male. He may have forgotten his name, but never his gender.

things go bump, bump, bump in the night;;

"Me? I don't just "dream" about things. My dreams are nightmares. "

Dem dreams about becoming an artist, but not one for the open public, or for a museum, or anything of that sort. He creates paintings for the dead. For the evil and the wicked.

Now what he dreams about may be a little far-fetched, but it's a dream, so anything can happen! You could be half a Tyrannosaurus Rex in your dreams! Or, nightmares, as Dem calls them. The demons in his dream demand gory and bloody pictures, or just disturbing ones at that. Demente insists that he has no control over himself in his dreams, and so he creates the pictures for the evil, and he wakes up already crying and screaming.

Dem doesn't go to bed a lot because of this, although he has to sleep sometime. He just dreads when that happens, and he has to be an artist for the wicked.

[lyrics (c) "Bump in the Night" by Allstars]

[henley]

username: Ismene
name:
gender: female
frequently dreams of: Falling, please do not use!

Dropping out, lost connection

[Legadema Cinderheart]

username: Legadema Cinderheart
name: Frostbite
gender: Male
frequently dreams of: The warmth of the sun on his fur. His name may be wintery, but he doesn't really like the cold.

[SyrupBean]

silver~wolf




Kari





Female





I dream of the stars, I have always wondered what they were and how I would reach them.

[Scarlett;]

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◆ Hi! I'm Scarlett, an avid Kia fan, active on the fanclub. I'm very active on CS, always scanning the roleplay boards; I'm on almost every day. Unfortunately, I am a non-owner, still looking for a Kia. I have recently gained an honorable mention in a Kia competition, which I am proud of, but I'd like to take it a step further and actually win a baby for myself. This one caught my eye straight-away, and I hope to make her my very first character to hug, love and make art of to death.

◆ This Kia's name is Corentine. Derived from Old Breton, her name symbolizes "hurricane, or tempest." Considering the length of her name, she often goes by Cora, meaning "heart" in Latin. Often, Cora thinks of herself as being misnamed, excluding the fact that the meaning matches quite nicely with her coat and appearance. Her father had wished for a feisty little Kia to love, but she had disappointed him when she turned out to be exactly the opposite later, her personality consisting of antisocial behavior, shyness, and a relaxed nature, though she is very sarcastic.

◆ Cora is a female, thank you... I just can't see her as a male. I know, I know, all Kiamara references look the same (set aside the design unique to the Kia) but just the little glint in the eye, the way her posture curves just so, she gives off feminine vibes.

◆ Cora has always been a pushover. Yes, she gives into others' commands like Ella in "Ella Enchanted." But when she falls under the layers of slumber and the sand of the sandman at night, dreams of self-pleasure seep into her mind. Cora dreams of getting her way for once, though her ways of being a pushover are self-inflicted wounds to be healed. She dreams of finally saying no and making her father happy, and mending herself an abrasive side. Mind! She doesn't crave for vengeance, and she isn't going to be smug about it. She'd just like to show her peers and older Kias of memory their place, not pushing her around like some scared, little puppy.

In one of Cora's most frequent dreams, an ex-best friend strolled into her house without permission, and at first Cora quietly tried to tell her friend to go. The friend rejected, sashaying into her kitchen to find a steaming batch of cookies cooling on the cooling rack by the range of her oven. When she rejected her question on taking one, the friend got angry, and, having a short temper, crushed the cookies with her paw. Finally thoroughly ticked, Cora stared her down and repeatedly barked at her to get out of her house. Cora wasn't trying to be dramatic, but this friend went a ways back and had hurt her emotionally as a teen, when she was most vulnerable. When the intruder started to back down, she crept up on her, eventually driving the ex out the door, tripping over the door mat. Cora slammed the door, coincidentally catching the other Kia's paw with it. She yelped, wiggled her way out of the hinge, and ran.

Though Cora doesn't have the most pleasant or interesting dreams, she really thinks that she can make her father actually favor his little girl again. She wants to change, to have Kias stop stomping all over her. Because, in truth, she wants the Kias she loves to love her back, including her father, not for what she can make or do in their favor, but to love whom she really is.

[The One & Only Vapor]

. . . H O W I M P O R T A N T . . .

username;;

The One & Only Vapor, darling. But please, simply call me Vapor. It's so much nicer- short and sweet, that's the key, right?

name;;

The name is Pentire, darling, that's (pen-TEER) to you. It means "Painted Sky", as it is what I thought of the second I saw him- the dark, painted skies.

gender;;

male. right from the start, i couldn't possibly see him as anything else.

frequently dreams of;;

when he acquired his feathers.

. . . I S L I F E ?

Crashing waves drummed in his ears, wet spray spattering against his already soaked black-and-blue fur. Though only a young teen, the Kia had had a life full of adventure...one memory drilled into his head, punctuated like the sharp cry of a seagull.
Pentire stood slowly, jumping off the few-foot skiff to the absorbent sand below. Letting his tail brush over the dark tan particles, he squinted at the sunset- a lovely orange shade streaked the sky, riddled with flashes of coral and a deep red-violet. Far to the east the moon already shone and the sky was a dark navy, reflected in the dark shine of the sea.
Again the high, shrill wail rang in his ears- the desperate cry of a hopeless soul, lost, drowning, at sea. The Kia’s ears flicked up at the memory, then turned back to the ocean, gazing across its watery depths. He was unable to stop himself from wondering how many lives it had claimed, how many creatures had died in its cold, unforgiving waters…
“Help!” The call, gargled with the saltwater beneath the child, caught Pen’s attention almost immediately. On one horizon, the sky was dark, but light suffused enough of the sky to illuminate a tiny figure, splashing around out far deeper than most Kias would ever dare to go. Confusion flashed in his amber eyes only for a moment- then he realized the horror of what had truly happened.
A riptide. The things you only ever heard about, the things you weren’t sure of even existing. He was positive now that this was the sad fate of the young Kiamara. Instinct fought with logic in his mind for an agonizing moment; yet from the moment the child had cried out, Pen had had his mind made up. He turned, silky black hair flicking out, and plunged into the freezing water.
He chuckled softly at the memory of that sacrifice. That crazy, perfect moment when he had risked his life for a stranger…yet, oddly, that was what he did. Reclining back on the still-warm sand, he closed his eyes and let the rest of the dark, powerful memory wash over him.
The shock of the icy water would always be what Pentire remembered first. The bitterly cold, dark waves that splashed over him, beating him back as though trying to convince him to let the child drown. Gritting his teeth against the numbing chill, he fought back, arcing through the waves with a slicing dive. He soon felt the current of the riptide and followed it, exercising only the utmost caution to avoid being caught in its horrible wrath.
"Help me!" Fainter now, warbling with exhaustion, Pen heard the cry again. A streak of fierce willpower surged through his bones, and he pushed harder, ignoring the clouds of fatigue numbing his heavy muscles. In his attempt to get to the younger Kia, he stopped watching the riptide for just a moment- and was immediately sucked into its current.
Gasping, he floundered around, wasting valuable energy in a failing attempt to break free. Yet suddenly, he found himself face-to-face with the green Kiamara, teal eyes huge with terror. He grabbed the child's pale, sage-green paw and dragged him into his arms. Remembering all he knew about riptides, he relaxed, still holding the child tightly, and swam gently, diagonally, to shore.
Pen collapsed on shore- shivering with cold and exhaustion. The child next to him looked half-dead, and fell asleep as soon as he was rested against the sand. Standing up woozily, Pentire looked around- and spied a long, orange feather on the ground. He picked it up, tilting it to catch the last fading rays of the sun- it glinted oddly, shining bright. He rubbed it with a paw and the light disappeared, and then he noticed a thin black cord laying on the sand, where it must have been beneath the feather. Picking it up, he noted oddly that it was just the right length for a necklace. Then an odd feeling shot through him- an utter certainty that this was his feathers. His paws tingled as the full realization sank in- he had received his feather. He was not disappointed in the least that there was only one. Smiling broadly as warmth rushed back into him, all his exhaustion banished, he shook the kid awake and carried him back to his car. Pen quickly tied the cord to the feather and looped it around his neck, then slowly drove back to town in the darkness with the moonlight to guide the way.
Good memories, the Kia thought with a smile, standing and slowly shaking his head. Good memories.

[Bored.com]

Dropping out, lost connection.