Username: Icestripe69
Gender: Female
Name: Metel
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Personality: Metel is like most kias but more creative. She often likes to go on walks, just to be fast. She also loves eating, mainly her favorite food,icecubes or cookies. Her name means "blizzard" in russian. She doesn't like it when it's so hot, bees won't even come outside! She likes when you rub her belly. She is playful, but can be lazy at times. She was born when it was snowing crazy, also called a blizzard.
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Story Regarding Her Inspiration:
It was raining out. Metel wanted to see the others, but the were already with they're own little fantasy.
"Why not join them?" an elder asked.
"They already are taken."
"So?" the elder said.
"You can't just walk up to them."
"Why?" the elder replied.
"Because. Once they form a circle, it's like hunting, they focus."
"Oh. Can teach you something to keep you off your mind?"
"Sure." Metel replied.
The elder walked to the wall and started to grab some black paint to wiped her paw against the cold, damp wall to create swirls and lines.
"What is it?" Metel whispered.
"A dragon."
Metel realized that being creative, you can draw cool things.
"How can you draw like that?" Metel asked.
"By a little practice."
"So, when you do little practice, you make big thoughts, which create art?" Metel questioned.
"Correct." the elder replied.
"You try now." the elder demanded.
Metel started to put her paw into the cold, clumpy paint.
She started to create lines, not perfect ones, but enough to know what is being drawn.
Metel drew beautiful dragons all over the walls, beautiful flying dragons, scary dragons, and even wacky dragons.
After the elder passed away, all Metel would do is draw dragons, and think about the memories about her.
The thunder bolt on her flank is a representation of whenever she became depressed, it would thunder horrifically.
She became so depressed, others started to notice.
Other kiamaras came over and made friends with her.
She now has a happy life.
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