[zelos]

AHHH. *loud screaming* SO MUCH WANT!

Simply beautiful! Will probably be trying out with the name Astrid!

[elyx]

Hello. My name is xXToffeeXx. I am a non-owner and just fell in love with this Kiamara as soon as I looked at her. I have kind of tried out before but I dropped out when I saw this one. I'm not at the maximum amount, as I said I'm a non-owner, but I wanted to spend as much time on this one as possible.

Her name will be Bellatrix. The origin of this name is Latin. In English is means "the warrior". To be more precise, "the female warrior" Bellatrix is also a star. The twenty-seventh brightest star in the night sky, which is also part of the constellation Orion. She doesn't mind being called Bella, but that's the only nickname she will respond to.

Her gender is obviously female (as it says on the picture) but also because of her lovely, long shiny hair, and beautiful colouring. ♀

She is bi-sexual. (Means she likes Male or Female) even though she has never fallen in love before.

Her star sign is Sagittarius. ♐ She will not tell anyone her age nor her birthdate. Only that her star sign is Sagittarius.

[Confident] [Courageous] [Lonely] [Different] [Adventurous] [Curious]

Confident;; She is confident about anything and everything; except from anything about herself.

Courageous;; If anyone dares her to do something dangerous she will go ahead and do it without question. Sometimes this doesn't end too well.

Lonely;; She doesn't have many friends due to her telling them everything. Only a few understand her for who she is.

Different;; She is different to many other Kia's. She has a different history and looks different. She doesn't answer many personal questions, except to her closest friends.

Adventurous;; She likes to go on adventures, through the forest. Especially at night under the stars.

Curious;; She is very interested in small shiny objects. If she sees something that catches her eye she will go for it. Most of the time it's just a dewdrop on a blade of grass, or a bit of glass. None the less, she collects them.

Likes:
Strawberry Laces
Chocolate Brownies
Shiny Objects
Cherry Blossom Trees
Stars
Night Time
Having her friends with her
Exploring


Dislikes:
Being Alone
When people make fun of her feather
People talking behind her back
When you can't see the stars at night
Smelly Cheese
Spicy food
Mixing her food

Favourite Constellation?

Orion because I am named after one of the stars in it.

Favourite Animal?

Rabbits because they are so cute and small.

Favourite Food?

Hmmmm... It's a cross between Strawberry Laces and Chocolate brownies. Have them together? No! What a ridiculous idea!

Favourite Colour?

Well I have more than one. Three actually. Purple, white and blue! Especially light blue!

Bella doesn't have many friends, because of how she tells everyone a lot of strange things about herself. She does have one friend that is happy for who she is.

•Constance. Owned by zelda.


She is always trying to make friends but nobody else seems to thing she is awkward. She has imaginary friends, from when she was younger, that have stayed with her. She doesn't want to tell anyone about them. Only that she has them.

She has been made fun of often because of the fact she only has one feather, and because of it's dull colour. She get's very upset when anyone mentions it. Because she only has one she doesn't want it to fall off so she sometimes ties it on too tight.

Better safe than sorry!

-----Me? You want to hear one of my stories? Well, I guess I could tell you about the time I met my closest and dearest friend, Constance.

-----It was a dark night, with nothing but the light of the moon and stars to illuminate my path. I was exploring a forest, searching for a break in the thick woods at which I could gaze at the stars. I had just passed a small creek when I heard a noise in the woods; leaves rustling to be exact. I followed the noise, letting my curiosity get the better of me. The sound led me to a clearing in the middle of the woods, lined with spruces and firs that towered over me. In the middle of the clearing, I spotted a kiamara, her fur glowing blue and purple in the pale moonlight. Two small feathers dangled off of her tail, and I noticed a small, roughly shaped gem tied to her front paw that glowed like the stars. In her paws, she was holding a small telescope, which appeared to be made of brass or copper. She was muttering to herself, words that I could not hear unless I was to move closer to her. My dark gray fur and black cloak concealed me from her view as I crept around the edges of the clearing, trying to get a better look at her face. As I inched nearer, I noticed a sparkly, creme colored piece of cloth that was wrapped around her head. A few orange flowers that resembled roses were tucked behind her right ear, which sported an earring with a moon-shaped charm on it. As I continued my assessment of her, I accidentally stepped on a small twig, which cracked loudly under my paw. She dropped the spyglass from her eye and hastily slipped it back into two leather straps that were hugging her back leg.
-----"H-hello? Is anyone there?" She yelled out, her voice quivering in fear.
-----Should I talk to her...? I wondered to myself, trying my best to shrink back into the shadows. Unfortunately for me, another twig found its way under my foot, and cracked even louder that the first one.
-----"I know you're out there! If you don't c-come out, I might have to use my kung-fu moves on you!" She yelled.
-----"Wait, seriously?" I whispered. She turned dramatically to where I was standing, staring right at me.
-----"I heard that!" She yelled, searching the shadows. "Come on out! I don't want to do this the hard way!" She sneered. I shivered in fear, frantically trying to decide whether to run or stay. My curiosity, however, overwhelmed my sense of danger, and I stepped out of the shadows. She looked at me in anger as I crept towards her. She ran up to me, grabbing my arm. I squeaked in fear as she pushed my hood off of my head, revealing my face. She looked at me with interest, and then burst out laughing.
-----"W-what's so funny!" I asked, somewhat embarrassed.
-----"Oh man, I got you good!" She howled, clutching her sides with laughter. She extended her paw out towards me. "Hi, I'm Constance!" She smiled warmly. I looked at her skeptically, shakily extending one of my paws towards her.
-----"Hi, I'm Bellatrix," I said. She shook my paw vigorously, still giggling to herself.
-----"Nice to meet 'cha! I don't actually know kung-fu, by the way," she snickered.
-----"Wha-? You mean-"
-----"I wasn't going to beat you up," she laughed as she walked away from me, returning to her previous spot. She pulled out the telescope and resumed her viewing of the stars. I walked over to her and sat down beside her, shifting my gaze up to the sparkling sky.
-----"Oh look, it's Ursa Major!" I declared excitedly, pointing to a constellation.
-----"You like the stars?" She looked at me with surprise. "You know, I have all of these amazing astronomy books that I bought at a vintage book store, and I also found this old film on the Hubble satellite, and also I painted the ceiling of my room with conste-" she stopped herself mid-sentence. "O-oh, sorry, I tend to ramble..." she muttered.
-----"It's alright," I smiled, still admiring the sky. "I like people who speak their mind." She blushed a bit, fumbling with her telescope.
-----"T-thank you," she mumbled.
-----"I'd love to see some of those book you have!" I declared.
-----"I'd love for you to see them!" She grinned. "Ooh, do you like tea?"
-----"Y-ya," I stuttered, a bit surprised by her sudden question.
-----"Oh my goodness, I have to show you this amazing tea-pot I got for Christmas! I also got a bunch of weird foreign teas to try, and my friend Cocoa hasn't been able to come over yet, so I haven't tried any! I also have a ton of strange mugs I love to collect, like ones with heart-shaped handles and some that are shaped like owls or cats or-" She stopped herself. -----"Hehehe, sorry," she smiled in embarrassment, rubbing her neck nervously.
-----"It's fine," I laughed. We both returned our gazes to the stars, which twinkled and sparkled against the black sky. "Hey, Constance?"
-----"Hmm?" She asked, peering intently into her spy-glass.
-----"Would it be alright to say... that you are my first friend?" I asked nervously, playing with my paw-pads.
-----"Of course!" She beamed, wrapping me in a warm hug. "Those of us with just a few feathers, have to stick together, right?" She motioned single feather dangling from my tail. "Your feather is so pretty, though," she pouted. "I wish mine were nice like yours." I stared at her in shock.
-----"D-do you really think so?" I whispered.
-----"Of course! What's not to like about it?"
-----"Nothing, I guess..." I blushed. We spent the rest of the night staring at the sky, pointing out constellations in the sky, and munching on pieces of bread and cheese that Constance had packed. To this day, Constance is still my closest, and only, friend. We have spent many nights sipping tea, munching on chocolate-covered strawberries, and looking at the stars. I would never trade my memories with her for anything in the world, because she is my precious and sincere friend.

Thank you to zelda. A really awesome friend who wrote this story

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[.siren]

Sleeping with Sirens - Stomach Tied in Knots
Lyrics here

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username: .greentea
name: Deja Vu
nickname:
gender: Female

birthday: Dec. 19th
star sign:
Zodiac *Chinese*:
Ruling house:

Favorite color:
Favorite snack"
Accessories:
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Personality:
Insecure|Depressed|Emotional|Shy|Sweet|Caring|Selfless

Brief history:

Art

Lyrics to theme song

Rest will be a surprise ;D

[Tramone]

gaaah entering <3

[greye]

DREAM KIA ALERT
OMGGGGG

[Arowana]

click her name to go to her website

[eli ayase]

i'll try to reserve ono

[ragdol]

Queen of the night

username: ragdol
name: Romi
Age:19
zodiac:Libra

zodiac in chinese calendar: Dragon

Birthday: 10.7
Name-Day:27.11
Favourite color:Violet
Favourite food:mango cocktail
Favourite season:Spring

Pets name:Romi
Story:

‘Hey Romi,’ Nectar raised her fluffy head and turned to gaze up at Romi, a beautiful kiamara; A dark coat smudged with the flowing colours of the galaxy and a delicate face, kind blooming eyes that called for love.
‘Hmmm.’
‘Why do the stars shine so brightly?’
Romi smiled and broke her gaze from the sky. The night was in full swing; stars scattered the cloak of blue, like glitter thrown upon the deep darkness. The two lay outside, on a cliff face overlooking the mesmerising water. But the water wasn’t what they had come to admire.
The sky spread above them like a thick canopy of starlight, and the abundance of stars gave the open scene a sense of freedom. ‘Romi?’ Nectar, only a pup, lay across Romi’s tail a large sense of awe flooding from her eyes.
‘Oh Right, sorry Nectar, what did you ask?’
‘Why do the stars shine, Romi?’
‘I have not the slightest idea Nectar.’
‘Oh.’
Though it could be scarcely seen in the dim light, Romi was smiling.
‘You know pup, some Kias say the stars shine brighter when love is prosperous.’
‘What does prosperous mean?’
‘Yeah don’t worry, I was trying to make a memorable moment.’
‘A memorable moment?’
‘Yeah, like in the movies. You know how, I don’t know… someone makes a really memorable quote and the moments all beautiful and such?’
‘Oh… Romi?’
‘Hmm.’
‘I don’t think it worked.’
‘No me neither…’
Nectar giggled silently and began to play with Romi’s flowing tail. Romi laughed and swatted it around gracefully, grinning as the young pup danced about trying to catch her soft feathers.
The moon sank slowly, diving into the depths of the sea. Romi sat there, rigid as a cat watching it sink. Then without any warning, she leapt off the cliff; her silhouette black as she fell, the sky a dainty shade of pink and orange. Nectar didn’t look surprised; Romi had dived from here before. It was quite often that the pair came to perch upon the cliff top and it was a particularly fond place for Romi, and after a while, Nectar too.
Romi dived into the water, blades of sunlight cut through the pounding darkness and the water glimmered; a beautiful soft pink. The whole ocean below was a treasure trove – highlighted by the rising sun. Light bounced of the shining scales of fish, swimming gracefully through the brightly coloured coral. Romi’s body was illuminated by the daylight and the gleaming bubbles of oxygen about her body shone silver. Romi swam to the surface, taking in a fresh breath of salty air. Nectar waved to her from above the cliff and Romi beckoned her down, her teeth gleaming in the morning light. The young Kiamara’s body fell and plunged into the water neatly. Romi scooping her up in her paws as she did so. [url][/url]
‘Hey Romi?’
‘Hmmm.’
‘Why do the stars hide in the daytime if they are so bright at night?’
‘Some things are not what they seem Nectar, the stars are nice to dream about but we must not waste all our time amongst our thoughts when we can see things just as elegant here on Earth.’
‘Hey Romi?’
‘Hmmm’
‘Was that a memorable moment?’
‘Yeah Nectar, I do believe so.’
‘Well Romi, it was a good one.’
Nectar dived into the cool water leaving Romi above the surface; beaming. And the two, mere Kiamaras upon the prowess of the earth, swam about in the morning dawn.
And though they were smaller than the smallest beings in our universe.
They were as big as their own happiness.
And that, was extremely big.
/the story wrote 42.
Nectar is butter beer´s baby Kiamara/
thank you!♥

personality: intelligent , dear, helpful , affable , superstitious
Quirks : She have no vices she is very close to be perfect ^U^

disease: Someone can ask ... Why is she so dear?
Because her does not remain a lot of time She got cancer when she was young
Art:
by me ^^

with her friend Nectar

This is her eye by me too ^^

[carmineflyer]

I recommend listening to this song while reading to enhance your experience.
Here is the song with lyrics if you wish to listen to that.

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Username: .Flyer.
Name: Ethereal
Name Meaning:
Ethereal
e·the·re·al
Definition: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.
Age: Ethereal is about 23 years old, born on April 24, 1990, the date the Hubble Space Telescope was launched. Her astrology sign is Taurus.

As I walk through the masses of people, many stop and stare at me. I hardly notice anymore, I feel as if I am become numb to their stares.

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No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are.
-Some Nights
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Personality:

I continue through my errands, feeling empty, like I always do. The stares continue, and I feel a small flash of what I suppose to be anger. Don't these people know any better? Though sometimes it is my fault... They taught me how deadly beauty could be.

Cold: Due to her upbringing, Ethereal doesn't like to have people's attention. To avoid that, she shrugs it off, ignores them, gives them the cold shoulder and doesn't ever, ever, let anyone into her heart.
Empty: Project has no heart. Project has no soul. These words burned into her long after she first read them on the paper. She couldn't be empty... She couldn't be a nobody... And yet she was. That's what she was always told she was.
Lonely: While Ethereal doesn't like the company of people who want her only for her beauty, she does wish for someone who would just look past the pretty face and just see the person she is, not who she looks like on the outside.
Eagle-Eyed: Ethereal was trained to notice things, to see the small things. She knows when this person lies because they bite their lip, this person shuffles their feet when they are nervous. She notices the small things too. This person loves this person, whenever they look at them, the look in their eyes makes it seem this person is the whole world. This person pretends to like this person because they don't look at them with joy, with happiness, and they pretend to feel. She notices everything important, yet the things important to her can be discarded by others, and the things noticed by others can be discarded by her.
Artistic:This is how Ethereal defines herself, how she tries to prove that she is not empty. It is here that she sketches, plays, paints and sings out her soul.

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Well, some nights I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change
-Some Nights
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History:

Ethereal doesn't remember anything before the facility. She was trained to be a "peacekeeper" the person who cuts people down with words, not knives. She used her strange beauty to its advantage there, to learn from the captured ones. She could never see her own beauty though, couldn't quite understand what made her so different. You see, Ethereal has tritanopia, a type of color blindness.

How normal people view colors.

How people with tritanopia view colors.

She was used to this, it had been her whole life and she didn't know any better. Tritanopia, the interrogations, it was all normal for her. And then Ker found her. Sneaking into the facility disguised as one of the workers, she told Ethereal her story and who see was. Ker had been raised here too, but in a way that was ying to Ethereal's yang. Instead of using the power of beauty as a weapon, Ker used weapons, guns, knives and fists. She told Ethereal that she had escaped, that you could make a life for yourself outside the walls. You didn't have to live like this. Ethereal had simply been growing tired of the interrogations, tired of how she felt she was being used. When Ker spoke of a way to get her out, she jumped at it. The two escaped during the night, and Ethereal was finally free. She didn't stay with Ker long though. Ethereal found that Ker was full of anger with what had happened to her in the facility, while Ethereal was simply tired and wanted nothing more then peace. The two parted, wishing each other good luck in the world. Ethereal tried to find herself a way to fit in. Unlike Ker, she couldn't just take up jobs as a mercenary, so instead, she tried art. Art was her way of expressing herself, and in every stroke of the pencil or charcoal on paper, the bow on the violin, somewhere inside of her, she seemed to be trying to scream to her former superiors; Look! I am not soulless!
Yet time passed by, and Ethereal simply felt empty. Anyone she tried to become friends with just used her, used her because of the beauty she contained. She only felt "full" or normal when she drew or played her instruments. She never could seem to have any friends, though perhaps Ker could be counted as one, though Ker could never stay long and after she left, Ethereal was alone again. She always seemed to be alone, with just her art and music for company.

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Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
-Demons
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My Story:
Told from both Ker's and Ethereal's points of view.

Ethereal:
They tell me not to move, yet the dye runs cold down my fur and I want to shake it off. These people are artists, I suppose, but all I know right now is that they are covering up the wonderful blackness and darkness of my star-studded fur. I used to be so proud of it, it looked like the night sky. But now, from what I can tell, only small parts show, the rest covered by the blobs of color they have used. I don't see the beauty in this blob, but the supervisor comes, and I can see satisfaction in his eyes. He observes their "art," nodding all the while. They are happy, but I feel no happiness. I feel no sorrow either. I only look at this new me and wonder where the other Ethereal went. I cannot find her here.

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The man is scared. I can see that from the moment I walk into the room. He has cuts and bruises and his eyes dart around like he is searching for something and needs to find it desperately. He is suspicious, fearful and curious when I walk into the room.
"Another child devil?" Every word is filled with fear and hate for the air to take in.
"I just want to talk." My voice is child-like and innocent. I am young and young people are never suspected by society. But his words ignite curiosity in me, and I file away this learned information. Project-379 is a child like me. Project-379 was the one who caught this man, I was told this much. But whoever the "Lady Killer" is, she is a child as well. "Lady Killer" was the name I heard the men laugh about, but underneath the laugh was fear, yet triumph as well. A curious combination of emotions I will explore later, when I have the time. I have job to do now.
"Talk?" Hate is replaced with curiosity now, but the fear is still there. It never leaves their voices as they speak to me.
"Yes. Talk." It is always the same thing. But they tell me to do it. I have to do what they say.

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"Fire!" I hear the cry, and the men come to get me out. We are running and I hear the crackle and laugh of the fire. "She's loose!" "Can't anyone kill her?!?" "She's going to kill him! Get the door open!"
Project-379 has snapped it seems. They say the she set the fire, trapped the supervisor and is going to kill him. She's killed others too, and that is why they have to get me out. So we run. My feet pound and the fire burns and we run so we do not die. I wonder what it would be like to die. I wonder if Project-379 knows that she might die. Does she want to die? Do I want to die? Are we alike? These thoughts and questions swirl through my head even as the shouts continue, the screams, the fire's roar, and the deadly silence of not knowing what is going to happen.
They herd me into the cover behind the facility. They tell me to hide, though not why and who we are hiding from. The heat from the fire hurts my back and I hear sirens. I turn to look at them, and I hear movement, and I feel a needle at my neck and then all goes dark and I can only wonder why I could not look at the sirens.

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Ker:

There was another. This knowledge alone makes me want to crumple the paper I hold in my hand, payment for a job. What was this one raised like? My source tells me that she was not angry like me because they used her for a differant purpose. She was not raised to kill, but to extract the knowledge from the people I hauled in. Still, if she was raised in that place... I shouldn't go back to that place or the remnants of it. It would be dangerous, and if I was to be caught, I would be killed or recaptured. But I have to help her. I remember that place. It is the only thing I have nightmares about.

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Ethereal:
There is something different tonight. The guards change, and all seems quiet, yet there is something out of place. There is tension in the air. I hear a small whining noise, and, looking over at the camera, one of the lights goes off. The camera is off now. I hear another pair of footsteps, a voice telling one of the guards that there was a mistake in the lineup and its their turn now. I hear disagreement, the a cracking and slamming sound and the voice stops talking. I hear keys in the lock, and the door swings open, a guard standing there. Behind him are two guards that do not seem to be awake at the moment. Then, after taking a closer look at this guard, I can tell that my earlier assumptions where wrong. For one, this guard doesn't seem to be a guard at all, an oversized uniform that hangs a little loosely on their frame shows that either they lost their commissioned suit, or they stole it, both not something guards hired here would do. Also, "he" is a she, showed in the shoulder length hair (each guard here gets a crew cut or shaves their head) and the curves of the body, previously disguised by the loose outfit.
"Are you Ethereal?" She asks, hesitantly. There is some fear in her statement, though that is overshadowed by curiosity. She has been looking for me, it seems.
"That would be me." I answer simply and without emotion. Then, I allow emotion to fog up my words, carefully balancing curiosity with pretended cautiousness. "You are...?" And then I notice her feathers. A light, sky blue, just like the supervisors, but they are stained... With blood. This discovery does not anger me, but I am able to put together pieces quickly. "You are Project-379. Why are you here?"
She winces at the word "project" though is able to hide it much better then your average person might. "I no longer call myself that. I am Ker now. As for why I am here, I could ask you the same thing."
"I am here because they told me to be."
"You don't have to follow what they say." She is very, very cautious now. Ker possibly thinks that I will turn her in. I could. But I don't want to at the moment. She continues with a disguised urgency, though it is covered by the tone in which a person might use for a slow child. "I built a life for myself outside this... Place. You could too. I can get you out of here."
"Out..." I roll this word around in my head. Out, away from this place? Away from the guards, the orders, the prisoners? What is outside there for me? "I'll... Go."
In that instant, everything changed for me.

Art:

Ethereal's Artwork: A collection of art Ethereal has done put on display for your very eyes.

No matter what, when people see my eyes, they will always be soulless. By me
Don't these people know any better? By Wicked-artwork
I just feel so lonely... By .Polaris.
They told me I was empty... That I had no soul... By .Polaris.
I was just a puppet to them... By .Polaris.