[Tatzel]

[Kiesen]

Name: Delaware
Story about how she collected all of her string: WIP
Art: WIP

[headphone raichu.]

Ella.

{Ella smiled as she padded through the forest, her tail swishing behind her. She flopped her hair left and right, trying to see which one she liked most. Ella wanted to change something about herself-something to make herself diffrent from everyone else. She was headed to Drahkila Town to pick up some supplies for a project her friend wanted: String, beads, cloth, and some sewing needles. Ella flipped her hair left and right again. She already knew that she was diffrent from everyone else; her horns were larger and her fur was shaggier. But she didn't have anything that's just... her style. Ella looked down at her paws as she walked. It would be another hour until she got to town. Well, 45 minutes acctly.}


{Ella looked up, her eyes widening. The sun as setting, but she was shocked at what she was seeing. The trees were coverd in string, beads popping in and out from them. The sun's last beams were trapped in the glass beads, shinning in the evening. "Wow..." she breathed. Her paws hit harder dirt, and she ripped her gaze away from the branches. Before her was Drahkila Town, with a few Kiamaras entering and exiting their homes. She smiled as a few younger ones dance past her and into a den. And elderly Kiamara padded out of the den, with a younger one staying at the entrance. Mayber her daughter? The elderly one padded up to her. "Hello, traveler. Are you Ella?" She asked. Ella nodded. "I was sent here by my friend to pick up some supplies. String, beads, cloth, and sewing needles." Ella explained as she looked around the branches again. The elder smiled, nodding. "Let's see what we can do."}


{Ella padded out of the den, which was nicely decorated with beads and string. Why does this town love these so much?, Ella wonderd as she looked up into the trees again. She had stayed the night, and now the beads were giving back the sun's rays. The elder padded after Ella. Ella crained her neck to see if there were any beads at the tops of the trees. Her anlters matched with a branch perfectly, and the elder chuckled. Ella's head snapped down in a alarm, then smiled at the kiamara. "What is it?", she asked kindly. The elder chuckled again. "Your antlers match the trees, Ella. Do you know why we put these beads and strings in the trees?", She asked. "Well-", Ella said, but the elderly kiamara continued. "We use these as dream catchers. Your horns match the branchs, sweetie.", She said. The elder moved to a rock, with strings and beads in her mouth. "Stay still for a moment, Ella.", the kiamara adivced as she started to weave the string back and fourth between Ella's antlers. Ella stood still and obayed.}


{Ella padded away from the dreamy town, the elder admiring her work. Ella was decorated with strings and beads, and Ella loved it. She bounced around a bit in glee; she had finnaly had something diffrent from everyone else. She felt better, and excited to see what her friends thought of her new look. Ella had a plan to come back here once a month to buy more string and beads for her new collection. She smiled at the thought. Now her beads can steal the sun and return it in the mornings. And her string protects her from nightmares. She padded on. Only 45 minuets to go from here.}

These pices of art were made by my sister Howling W o l f., and she blew my expectations through the roof! Give her a hand for helping me out <3

By me :3

[Sable.]

does this have an end date yet? ^w^

[c a b b a g e]

Name:Callie
Story about how she collected all of her string: WIP
Art: WIP

[daanny]

[b]Name: Reine
Story about how she collected all of her string:
Art:
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Dropping. Sorry.

[sighs_alot]

I really like this design.
I'm glad I get to draw it for somebody. c:
Dem antlers. <3

[Azure23]

Name:
Citali
Story about how she collected all of her string:
Art:

[P1877a & Crazy]

Name: Sorrow Shay-Shay
Story about how she collected all of her string: One Day she was working at her parents pottery shop and saw this ad for a sewing or crocheting for newbies store. She was looking around for any new stores and when she found it she gasped. The line for it was all the way down the street! She was like but, when she turned around there it was, The Sewing shop! She giggled the line was for the Ice Cream Parlor. 'Silly Me' she thought. She stepped into the store and sniffed the air 'that sweet yarny smell' She said "excuse me" she paused "anyone here?" She looked for some thing string for herself. The employees finally showed up. "Oh your our first customer! You get a 50% off discount!" The employee smiled knowing that first come first serve. "Yay! So I need help looking for the thinnest dark brown string you have." The employee smiled and said "follow me!" she showed Shay the string and disappeared. Shay bought approximently 2 pounds of string. Shay turned to leave but forgot one thing "oh I need a needle! she ran back down to the needles aisle and grabbed one that was her size. The employee handed her a card "here you go, and have a safe trip!" Shay walked back to her shop that she co-owned with her parents "sewing time!!" she yelled.

Shay Says:

Now I go there every week! I'm their number Uno (one) Customer!

Art:Working on it now! Literally!

By Me!!

By Me!!!

[Wlyrout]

name; Rudolph


WHY my name is Rudolph? I dunno. All I know is that SOMEONE had to name me after some big stupid reindeer with a red nose. Do I LOOK like a reindeer? I'm a Kiamara!


story; It all started when I was a youngster. I was left alone in a little shack out in the woods. It was a lovely little shack, the trees only grew if they were at least five feet away from the hut, and so the flat area 5 feet around the shack was filled with dainty wildflowers and wild turnips. I lived off of those for a while, until I learned how to fish at the small stream nearby. But still the shack was old and crumbling. I always joked that some little old lady had owned it before me; when I came, the floors were covered with teas and knitting needles.

And because it was an abandoned shack in the middle of the woods, there wasn't any heating (and I had no clue how to work the fireplace, or even what it was at the time). So I decided to try and knit myself a blanket. I scooped up the knitting needles and put them on the small rotting-wood table in what was once the living room. I dug through the cabinets for yarn, which I soon found, along with some wooden spoons and bowls, which I tossed aside.

The blanket took me two weeks to complete, and I worked on it night and day. For perhaps three hours each evening I curled upon the floor next to my knitting needles and slept, only to be awoken by the human-made alarm clock that I had finally learned how to use. By the time I had finished it I was like a zombie, staggering and half-awake. But I couldn't have been prouder of my blanket. It was rusty red, and while it did kind of look like an animal (without proper thumbs, mind you!) had knit it, but it served its purpose. My blanket became part of me; I wouldn't go anywhere without it.

Until the human came...
work in progress

art; work in progress