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now belongs to ~Just.Peachy~

What is a Kiamara?
A Kiamara is a canine-like creature, but they have long, rather soft fur, and an almost dragon-like tail. They are born with no horns, but a few who grow to have longer horns are born with tiny stubs on their heads. Kiamara can be extremely shy, and females can often be a bit grumpy. Don't worry– once you win their hearts, they will never stop loving you. Male Kiamara can be very quiet, but they love attention. Of course females do too, but the males thrive off of your love. They love to be praised.

this is a forest-inspired kiamara. I know the design is a little complex, but I'm not requiring art for entries, so I don't think it should be a problem. just try your best; I grade forms on effort ^u^

to win this kiamara, fill out everything in this form. you may make it pretty, and feel free to add anything that you think will improve your chances. you cannot change the gender of this kiamara (female).



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name:
personality:
short story of some sort: (short meaning anything from 3 sentences to well... however long you want it. there is no requirement length.)



I am judging mostly on name uniqueness and how well you can incorporate the personality into the story.

if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I will not retrieve hex codes.
edit: six was nice enough to grab the hex codes for everybody ;3

Oh, I've grabbed all the Hex Codes if that's alright mangieee
Everybody trying for this beauty is welcome to use them
Base 1 - 453A34
Base 2 - 362C2A
Spots and Nose and Stuff - 291B1B
Mane 1 - 17856C
Mane 2 - A0CC9B
Markings 1 - 497F5D
Markings 2- 4A4E40
Feathers - FBDB6C

[strawbee]

Nope, she is just pretty, no more no less.

Pretty.

[xtr.terrestrial]

OMG MANGO... o-0

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[palmsprout]

Very nice C:

Oh hush she isn't complicated at all. Very pretty. ^^

btw.. We need more male Kiamaras xD -hint hint for your next Kiamara-

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name:

Druid C:

nickname:

Dru ^^

name meaning:
A "druid" is like a spirit that is bound to a tree, or forest, etc. But they can sometimes appear as people, or other animals (like foxes, birds, small mammals, etc.) They are popular in Europeon myths and folklore (or so I think xD) and I thought Dru would be the perfect nickname for this beautiful girl, with a meaningful name behind it <3

personality:
Dru is elusive. She is hardly seen, even by other Kiamaras. She has a pure heart and only wants what is best for the magnificent, mossy, damp, gorgeous forests she has visited. She has a heart that strongly overpowers her mind, yet still does what is right no matter what the consequences are for her, personally; trees especially and others always come first in her gleaming amber eyes.

short story of some sort:

~The Day Dru Found Out About Destruction~

It had started off as a normal day of roaming the lush forest Dru called home.....but soon changed her life forever.

Dru had just turned the corner around the huge Redwood tree that towered over all others, to get to her favorite spot in the entire forest. It was a secluded, very green, damp, earthy clearing with a small pond with all kinds of fish in it. Oh, she couldn't wait to see it! Now was the best time of day to come-she called it "golden," and with good reason. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. It made time stand still and took your breath away, but the golden light quickly dissolved as the sun set. So she had to be fast!

But the clearing was gone.

Did I get lost? she thought. But she quickly decided against the idea. These woods were her life, and she knew them better than anything else in the world. She definitely wasn't lost. The clearing simply wasn't here. But it wasn't really gone. Just destroyed.....

And in its place was a horrible machine, the most awful shade of yellow! It made gut-wrenching noises as it turned and tore up her beautiful earth. It carelessly threw the dirt it tore up into a big mound, which also held dead wildlife and splintered remains of....trees. Her trees! Dead and mangled, at the hands of this beast's metal claw! Most didn't even look like trees anymore, but branches and twigs carelessly snapped, that didn't belong on the earth anymore.

But when she looked closer, she saw the beast wasn't alone. Three other huge, yellow, monstrous machines lumbered on behind! Each more terrifying and destructive than the one before it. One flattened the ground beneath its huge wheels. Another actually shredded her precious trees to mere sawdust by stuffing them in its gaping mouth full of teeth!

Dru quickly turned and ran, far, far away from her clearing. Tears of anguish and sadness, and a hint of anger, blurred her vision as she raced on. Her trees were gone. Dead. Never soming back!

She finally collapsed at the large, tumbling roots that grew above the soil of an ancient pine tree. She simply couldn't go on anymore. It felt like she had run miles and miles, but she could still hear the sickening rumble of the machines she fled. It was over. They were going to devour her entire forest!

But why? What had she or the trees done to deserve this torture? AS she pondered the question glumly, Dru could all too well hear the shuddering cracks of the trees as they were trampled to make a path for the enormous machines. How could this happen? There was no warning! Although, jsut before the appearence of themachines, Dru had been coming across these curious little wooden poles with neon ribbons tied onto them. But they couldn't be connected, could they?

All she knew now that there was this pain, deeper and more unbearable than she had ever felt before, was consuming her since she witnessed the murder of her forest. It would not go away, and she didn't even want to feel better. She just wanted to lay there, and let the machines come..........

Dru awoke from the blackness she had fallen into. She remembered the destruction, but that must have been yesterday night, since it was now morning. Something had woken her up. A chipmunk! Since Dru speaked the languages of the forest animals, she listened patiently to its hyper, incredibly fast retelling of last night. The poor little guy had lost his home and family to the machines! Just as she was about to sigh and tell him there was nothing she could do, something stirred deep inside her. For the first time, the pain and agony she had been suffering was lifted. In its place was something else- hope. Hope to avenge her forest and prevent the beaasts from wreaking destruction elsewhere! She stood up, pride and determination gleamingin her amber eyes.

This was going to happen.

But she would stop it.

~And that brings us to today.~

gender:

female c:

quirks:

-Dru can't stand to see a tree be cut down. It sends her recoiling into the depths of her mind, and it takes a powerful force to bring her back to normal </3



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I was going to do a male, but, eh... I design girls better xD
I'll try a guy next time, though.

@peachy- definitely, I'd love to see that ^u^

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name:
Aileen {It is a death row name, and... You'll find out why later 8D Don't worry though, she won't do anything that would make her be on death row though.}
personality:
You are Aileen. You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. {Just like the forest}
You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. You sometimes start fights and almost always end them, you tend to get into a lot of trouble. You are an adventure addict, and can sometimes go to the extremes. You seem to have no morals, and is up for anything. You can be considered, heartless, aloof, and even self-absorbed. But you aren't. You love including people in your little 'adventures' and can even tend to force them into it. Yes, you are pushy, and tend not to know how to say sorry. The good thing about you is you're independent. You don't care what people think about you, so you just continue living your life to what you call, the fullest. You like to act like you're heartless, and seem to have no emotion, besides happiness or anger. But you're full of it, you just bottle it up. Someday you may just explode. We all know you will cry yourself a river, but after a while, you will build a bridge, and get over it. You don't like to be bored, and can even be a bit mean when you are. You like moving around, and the last place you want to be is cooped up inside. You want to be out there, in the wild, on the hunt for something new to do. You are many things, some of them being annoying, uncaring, stubborn, controlling, and even immature. You can be a wonderful person though, especially when you show the kind side of yourself like: Honest, optimistic, reliable, trusting, cheerful, courageous, and enthusiastic. You are one of the Kiamara's that others can't get enough of, and for others, well, they wish you where a little more reserved, and just want you out of there lives.
short story of some sort: (short meaning anything from 3 sentences to well... however long you want it. there is no requirement length.)
Aileen walked along a small bridge, "Well isn't this just fun." She said sarcastically to herself. Her owner and her where staying at a cabin for a week, and already she had gotten lost. Sitting on the small run down bridge she sighed. "What am I going to do." Then a small voice went through her head. 'You know what to do. The blood of your wild ancestors still runs through you, follow them home' Then it disappeared. Jumping up she looked around with a growl. "Who's there?!" She howled, but the only response was the winds mournful blows that carried along the first fallen leaves of the fall. Growling softly she sniffed the air. Ancestors huh? She thought to herself. Sniffing the air a few times she stopped and rolled her eyes. "Ancestors? What kinda mumbo jumbo are you trying to get me to do?" Returning to her position on the bridge she used her nails to scratch lines in the old moldy wood. Smiling softly she thought of the poem her grandmother used to sing to her: "I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights, the friendly shade screening you from the summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on.
I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table, the bed on which you lie, and the timber that builds your boat.
I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle, and the shell of your coffin.
I am the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty. 'Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer: Harm me not.
Though much is taken, much abides....
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
Finishing her little song, she felt rejuvenated some how and felt more enthusiastic about finding her way home. Sniffing the air again, she picked up a familiar sent. "Mom!" She shouted to herself as she bounded forward her noise still in the air. For 5 minutes she ran, and for 5 minutes she seemed to be going no where. There where just the trees, and nothing more. Stopping she looked around, "How am I going to get out of here?" She silently weeped. 'Follow your ancestors.' the voice rang through her head again. Sighing she looked around, "And how do you plan on me doing that?" Growling she lowered her head, slightly annoyed. 'Let your heart be one, with us.' Groaning she had no idea who 'us' was, I mean, all there that was there was trees. Walking for a few more minutes she still seemed to not go anywhere and sighed. Exhausted she leaned against a tree and took a few deep breaths as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again she could feel a heart beat. What was it? Standing up she was confused. There was nothing here but her. But then her eyes locked in on the tree. "You?" Laughing she dismissed it, thinking she would of been insane if she thought it was the trees. 'Yes, it is us trees. We, have always been there for your ancestors. Do what they did, and find your way home.' Growling at the tree she swatted it, but nothing else happened. But then she saw a slight ghostly figure, another Kiamara, climb one of the trees. Gasping it finally clicked. She then copied it. As she made it up to the top of the pine tree she laughed, "I did it!" She shouted as she could see the cabin that she was in. Climbing down to the branch below her, she slipped. Howling in fear, she tried to grab onto another branch but she couldn't. Aileen feel all the way down. Screaming away her last breath she hit the cold hard ground, only to wake up in a leather seat. Gasping she sat up, "What just happened?!" she looked around, she was in the car. "How did I get here?" She asked herself. Looking up she saw her owner driving, and sighed. "It was just a dream." She told herself, as she made her way to the cabin.

{I don't know >.< I'm a terrible story writer XD}

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Sorry for double posting, I just wanted to know when the end date was? c:

And pssch, she's not difficult, just beautiful ;3;

[alokesti]

Inundar Pântano - Meaning ' Swamp ' In Portuguese , She mostly goes by Pântano.



She is very outgoing and enjoys being next to or in water , She was born next to a swamp Hince her name. She loves to learn new and amazing things about nature everyday. She always has a book about water or wildlife with her , Usually entwined with her tail. She is also a little bit hyper at times.



" Come on Pântano !!! " Called out another Kiamara as they raced along side a swamp. Pântano was lagging along staring at the deep and light green water all swirled into together with other shades of green and browns , She was always amazed by the swamp since the day she was born , She actually was named Lilly at first but ever since she took a long swim in there after she leaped in when she was just a few week old her mother decided to call her Inundar Pântano , Since she came from a line of Portuguese Kiamaras. " I'm coming !!! " Pântano finally called and she raced after her friend.