[geotalon]

What is a Kiamara?
A Kiamara is a wolf-like creature. They have long, fluffy manes on the top of their heads, running down between their shoulders. They all have spots on their bodies- a trait in which will never be bred out of their DNA. They also have feathers- every Kiamara is given feathers when they reach the age of 2 years old. Their diet consists of fruit as well as meat- they prey on similar creatures that wolves would. Kiamara can be very shy before they get to know you. Can you win a Kiamara's heart?

This is a bit different for me ^^'
He's not blind. DO NOT MAKE HIM BLIND.
There are scars: on his nose and ear.

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Prettying is fine. 1 extra (10 arts OR 600 word limit). No mixing.
end date: 11th
may extend if needed though

[Ray.]

username → Hello my dear friend. I am Ray. The period goes along with the name if you were wondering. I have been around the Kiamara community for a while now and I just can't get my hands on a Kia. I have decided to go for this precious boy here. When I looked at him I instanly fell in love and I keep falling for him over and over again. So Ray is bringing out all she has. Good luck to all <3

name → Shaking his mane fiecely he turns to look at you. Smiling he walks close wrapping his tail around your waist." Darling I am Wolfen don't bother writing it down when you meet me you remember my name at first glance. Now darling what are your other question as I see their is a big comptetion to win my heart yes?" He sits down releasing you from his tail." Continue doll please."

personality → Wolfen is the spit image of a flirty play boy. He has a way to make you fall in love with him, and want to still his heart. Though he seems to be a social butterfly, he is really scared deep down inside. Since he received his scars he has used flirting as his cover for his scared soul. He wishes to forget of the event that caused him his scars, but images are always playing back in his mind. Though he is flirty and scared, Wolfen is a wild child. He is always partying and doing what he is told not to do. He often tries to steal others loved ones, but is hurt by them. Wolfen is also a dreamer. He dreams of being something his parents always wanted, a easy-going laid back caring child. He knows he has already painted this bad boy image around him, so he knows he can't turn back the clock and change his ways. Sometimes though he does little things to help others when his bad boy friends aren't watching his every move. Wolfen has a deep heart for others, but is forxed to hide it because of the image he has already created for himself.
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story → [url=link]The story of the scars[/url]

extra → Hey There Darling ~ By Hoshikuzu
Touched By An Angel by Bella.

Large WIP

[prismatic]

taking a break from cs for a bit, goodluck everyone!

[Sambee]

υѕєяηαмє
My name is Sambix. I am a long time non-owner, but hope to change that soon.

ηαмє
Ningyō
It means "puppet" in japanese.

ρєяѕσηαנιту
Ningyō is a quiet, shy male. He prefers to hide from others instead of making friends. He tries, it's just very awkward and hard for him. This goes along with him being gullible. He will do anything to try and get a friend, and others use this to their advantage. Ningyo is definitely a pushover, and like a puppet. It's almost as if he has invisible strings hanging off of him that people can just pick up and control him with. He is prone to have panic attacks in public, which is the reason why he doesn't like going out. Its hard for him to decide wether to trust someone or not, as he just wants to please. He hates decision making, and being put under pressure.

ѕтσяу σƒ нιѕ ѕcαяѕ
Ningyo gasped as he was hugged from behind. "Hey there Ningy~" a giggly voice said. He sighed and turned to face the female infront of him. "H-Hello Kim." The girl smiled as she wound his hand with hers. "We're going to a party tonight mkay?" Ningyo knew that wasn't a question. It was a command. "Alright...." He also knew it was worthless to say no. She wouldn't allow it. The smile dissapered from her face. "Good. And DON'T embarrass me this time or you'll be sorry." she growled. Ningyo just nodded and followed her to their next class.
School seemed to take forever. It was as if the clock was teasing Ningyo, ticking slower with every moment. Finally, the pleasing sound of the bell came, releasing the students. "Now, all I have to do is get ready..." he sighed.

The party was in full swing when Ningyo had gotten there. There were people everywhere, laughing and dancing. Ningyo swallowed before walking inside, and was instantly surrounded by loud music. It thumped so loud, it shook his bones. "There you are!" He heard from beside him. His arm was suddenly grabbed and he was being dragged somewhere. "Kim what's going on?" Ningyo asked as they settled down on a couch. She just giggled and handed him a blue cup. "Drink it." she commanded. Ningyo gave it a quizzical look before asking "What is it?". Kim sighed angrily and snapped "Just drink it!". Ningyo trembled and took a sip. A dull noise immediately began ringing in his ears. He groaned and looked around. Everything seemed to slow down and become fuzzy. Then it all just faded to black....
When Ningyo woke up, he was disoriented and afraid. He staggered up and took in his surroundings. He was in an...alley way? Ningyo groaned as he felt a sharp pain in his head. Luckily, he wasn't too far from home. He tried with all his might to make it up his stairs to his room. He made it inside and walked towards his bed. On the way, he took a glance at his mirror, but did a U turn and stared in horror. Ningyo walked up to the mirrior and examined the scar on his face. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he discovered more and more on himself. But instead of telling his mother, he decided to stay quiet. He need to make sure this didn't happen again, no matter what it takes.

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(For the song to make sense, think about the theme of "If you're happy and you know it")

The darkness can be welcoming
Surrounding all live beings
It likes to kiss and caress
Put your body to the test
Oh Can you restrain yourself?

Please someone come save me
I desperately need to leave
My heart is broken
My fate has spoken
Oh please someone come save me.

She laughed and danced around
Making me look like a clown
She pulled a sick trick
Making me quite sick
Oh please someone come save me

I was trapped underneath her spell
She did not have to tell
I could feel the strings
Her making me sing
Oh please no one come save me

Maybe it's not so bad
Its actually making me glad
I'm happier now
My pain is gone
Oh please no one come save me.

The darkness is taking me
The darkness is taking me
I'm perfectly fine
The time is mine
The darkness is welcoming

[Shaynn]

username}} Stormbird
name}} Aaron
personality}} Aaron is quiet, sarcastic and cold. He is a cynic in the worst of ways. He hates almost everything! He's got a massively short temper and is annoyed easily, though he rarely outbursts. When he does lose his temper he doesn't get loud and angry, rather he stalks off steaming and disappears for the rest of the day. He is smart, but rarely uses his smarts to benefit others. He is lazy and very detached and distant. As odd as it may seem, Aaron has a few friends, are rare as they may be, that he truly trusts. And those rare friends know that Aaron wasn't always the short-tempered cynic he is now. Deep down Aaron cares and is a loyal and trust-worthy friend. But only very few can ever reach him and get the limited gift. (Word Count: 137)

story of his scars}}

"Aaron! Dinner!"
"Coming Mom!" I yelled as I ran down the stairs and around the corner faster than I should've. I yelped as I crashed into my mother and sent a dish clattering onto the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry!"
"It's alright, Aaron." My mother swept her tail across my shoulder. She started picking up the larger pieces of dish and grabbed a broom to sweep up the smaller ones.
I started picking up the food that had scattered. "Is Dad coming home for dinner tonight?"
"Sorry, honey. Your father said that he couldn't make it tonight."
"Aww... He's never around."
"Your father is very busy. You have to understand he sometimes doesn't have time."
We sat down to eat, it was very quiet. Usually my father always made it a loud and funny time of day, joking and making conversation. Now we sat, lost without him. Lately he had been very detached. He had been coming home later and later, skipping meals and fighting with Mother. He always came home when I was in bed, but I could always hear him yelling at mother. I never saw him anymore, he left early in the morning and come home late at night. I was very lonely, and I could see mother was losing herself. She seemed lost, beaten and distant, not her usual kind, gentle and happy self. I hoped that since it was Christmas father would be taking time off work and we could get closer again. This dream was hopelessly impossible.

A week passed, it was the first day of Winter. Father had been fired, and he spent all his time out of the house, no one knew where. Mother and I were Christmas shopping, however little we could afford. We were shopping for each other, so we were separated in the store.
I suddenly heard screaming at the other end. Curious, but not thinking anything bad, I went to investigate. The store's prices were really cheap. I was sure it was merely to ladies fighting over something. What happened next I could not bare to see, but somehow, I see every other day I live my life.
My mother was struggling in the hands of a masked kiamara, a robber no doubt. I burst out, going to save her, but something grabbed my tail. I looked to see a police officer motion at me to get back. "But she's my mother!"
"No arguments, let the police handle this."
I reluctantly stood back, but the police did nothing! They ordered the robber to let go of my mother, what use is that? They never listen! Instead they shot over a shelf onto other kiamaras. What did the police do? Help the others! They didn't care about my mother! I watched with burning fury as the robbers dragged my mother over to a black van and lock her in the back. The vehicle started. "NO!" I ran with all might might and ran right in front of the van.
I heard the screeching of brakes as the van skidded along the road. Then it was black.

When I came to I was in a bed in the hospital. My mother was sobbing, sitting next to my bed. A doctor was nearby as well as a cop. I moaned and everyone was instantly at my side. The doctor was trying to restrain my mother who was hugging me with tears of joy. My eyes started tearing as well. I hugged her back. I sat with my mother while the cop explained what happened. The van had swerved to the side to avoid hitting me and had crashed into another car in the parking lot. However the van had still hit my when it turned, sending my flying and injuring myself. Because the van had crashed, the police were able to arrest the robbers and rescue my mother, who had only received a minor injury to her arm. I, however, had I broken leg. There was a quiet pause before the police officer went on to explain the identities of the crooks who had assaulted my mother. The one who had grabbed my mother was a crook that the police had been chasing for years. The driver of the van had been my father. I felt like I had been shot as I was flooded with sorrow and anger. I started crying as I realized my father was a criminal. My mother hugged my close as I sobbed. It didn't help. I was filled with burning anger, a fierce hunger for vengeance, I wanted my father I wanted him gone. He wasn't my father, he wasn't my father! The next few weeks I spent isolated. My mother tried to comfort me, it was no use. When the van had hit me, not only had my leg been broken, I had landed on my head, causing damage. I was scarred for life. But it wasn't my face that bore the real scar. It was my soul. I would never let go of what happened. That Christmas I spent in a cast, staring at the tree with my mother. No gifts, no family, no love. It was ruined, but it wasn't the holiday. It was me.

art}} By Bronwyn

[v14]

dropping out please skip over

AMG BEAUTIFUL
username: Rinzler.
name: Loch -PLEASE DO NOT USE-
personality: (300 word limit)
-stubborn-quiet-
story of his scars:

U s e r n a m e ;;
Rinzler.

N a m e ;;
Loch

P e r s o n a l i t y ;;
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[Pi.]

Lovely design <3

[Sullivan Maurus]

: Username :
Amxen no.XV

: Name :
Dākusaido
"Darkside" in Japanese.

: Personality :
Mysterious|Magical|Ladies Man
WIP

: Story Of His Scars :
"Why do you want to know?Oh...fine...tell 'em."
As a boy,Saido always loved roses.Black roses,to be specific.
WIP

[solo.]

Reserved. Gorgeous.

[Scarlett;]

Wow, gorgeous. May enter...