[wildly-unaware]

So entering .-.

-Reserved-

[milo8]

Flame in Galic

I have a temper, I will admit it. One day when I got mad at some punk I shot flames at him. It was a accident, but it looked pretty cool. Whats that? Of I didn't hurt him. But boy was he scared. And no I don't use it for evil. But people don't spend a lot of time with me anymore, not that they ever did. Just less now...

[owlclaw]

I give the new owner of this Kiamara permission to have this art ♥

Above art created by ɾïṿεṉḋεll

Above art created by Kiynala

[£eviathan]

[allinian]

Name: Chaos
Small Backstory involving him discovering his power:
Art of him playing with fire:

WIP

[.zoë.]

Phoenix



Phoenix padded through the forest, silently. He raised his nose and caught a scent of prey, from very far away.It was a dark night, the moon was barely visible. He started to pick up the pace and then caught up a fast but smooth, agile rocking pace. The wind ruffled his fur, he smiled quietly to himself. He slowed down, as he could now hear his prey rustling. From somewhere out of the gloom birds shot out of the undergrowth, and were flapping and squawking wildly. His prey lifted it's muzzle and sniffed the air, it's eyes widened in terror. Phoenix did the same and lifted his muzzle to catch a scent. His hackles on his back rose, smoke filled the forest. He looked up and looked around but could see any fire. Finally he looked down. Flames were curling around his paws and around his legs. The fire was devouring him but he could not feel any pain. Phoenix whimpered, he arched his back. Suddenly his whole body burst into orange flames, they flickered and danced around him. Phoenix howled, a long mournful howl. But instead of a beautiful sound out came a low, ugly , crackling sound and fire spurted out of not just his mouth, but his eyes and nostrils. All phoenix wanted to do was curl up with warmth but not flames.After a few minuets the flames it started to die down. His body tingled all over. Rain started to pour down, lightning crackled overhead.
Over the years Phoenix learnt to accept his power and tamed the flames to be used of his use. He can summon his flames in the time of a blink of an eye. He's tamed it so it can be just on his paw. But when he's upset he sometimes cannot control it.

Could the art be by someone else?

[whoopsydaizy]

Name:

Scorne

Small Backstory involving him discovering his power:

Scorne padded through the dense snow, attempting to kick it out of place, to travel faster. But with each kick, each step, it'd just fall back into its place, where it had originally fallen like ash when a volcano erupts, from the sky. It was hopeless. He was to die before he was to find shelter at his current pace. Lieing to himself would make no difference, but it would not help.

Scorne was making this journey, not to save a loved one or friend, nothing sad or heroic of the sorts. He was only doing this, because he wanted to travel. But the cold was getting to him, small bits of frost and snow stinging and biting away through his fur and skin. And now.. no longer knew why he was making this journey.. all he knew was he had to live. He had to. He couldn't die in a place like this, lost, confused, cold, empty. He just couldn't. But he knew his thoughts were pointless, and worthless if he did not act upon them. But, just moments later, as he started to run, kicking up snow with heavy kicks, he began to tire. Death was catching up with him. Death was going to win this race.

He staggered, eyesight coming and going as he collapsed, feeling nothing but warmth.. is this what death feels like? He thought to himself as he faded into a black abyss. The one commonly known as unconsciousness. When he awoke, he was quite well and alive. Not tired, not cold. It took him a moment to realize there were no snow around him. But a ball of fire in his grasp. He had saved himself.

Art of him playing with fire:

Drawn by me, and located here.

Is the story to long? :<

[Vayentha]

i withdraw, these others are simply better than i am :}
good luck to all though!~

[HopelessOutsider]

Name:
Small Backstory involving him discovering his power:
Art of him playing with fire:

WIP

[Alaska.]

Name:
Outono

Small Backstory involving him discovering his power:
I shivered as the cold autumn wind blew against my short fur. I could tell there was a storm coming, but I was utterly unprepared for what was coming next. I recall getting lost and seeking help from anybody, but there was no one for miles and it had started to grow dark and I had grown more worried and more anxious. I started to have the sinking feeling that I was being watched, but as soon as I stopped to look, there'd be nothing there. By the time I figured out where I was it was pitch black outside and I could not see ten feet in front of me in any direction. I heard a loud crack of a twig behind me. I spun around at top speed, my heart pounding, my mind racing. And in that very moment something inside of me changed, all of a sudden my claws were ablaze and I didn't know what I was doing till I did it. I smacked my per suer right in the face. I watched them howl in pain as the embers of my fire rolled off their face. I never had time to find out who or what had been after me for I was off faster then the thing had time to even blink.

Art of him playing with fire: