[Angelus]

"Language... has created the word 'loneliness'
to express the pain of being alone.
And it has created the word 'solitude'
to express the glory of being alone."
~Paul Tillich

Astraea (Astraia), a daughter of Zeus and Themis, or according to others, of Astraeus by Eos. During the golden age, this star-bright maiden lived on earth and among men, whom she blessed ; but when that age had passed away, Astraea, who tarried longest among men, withdrew, and was placed among the stars.
Info from http://www.theoi.com/Titan/Astraia.html
The name Astraia means 'starry one.' I think that meaning just might fit.

~ Username, Angelus ~

The night was silent, serene, with only a slight breeze whispering through the wispy branches of the nearby trees. There was a full moon, and you could have counted the stars in the sky. But as the woodland creatures watched, one began to fall. Downwards it spun, a pink-orange light flowing behind it. The frightened creatures scattered, never to return.

The glowing ball of fiery energy plummeted toward the earth, as if it were a pebble cast into water. As the the two collided, the ground rippled and shook. Dirt flew, and trees uprooted. The once quiet land erupted with noise. But then, silence. Everything settled, and as the air cleared, a form began to appear. It had the body of a wolf, and the tail of a dragon.

It was me.

The first thing that hit me wasn't the cold air of the frosty night, but a feeling; a sense of complete and utter loneliness that consumed me. I knew instantly that it wasn't something that would simply go away, it was eternal. The feeling was too much, and I couldn't take it. The shock of that feeling made me crumble under its pressure. I fell to the ground, unable to support the burden of my loneliness, as if I were destined to hold up the sky. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I stared blankly across the crater created by my long fall. It felt as if I had been cast into a pit of despair so dark that nothing could light it's walls. My heart shattered. How could I live with this? How could I go on, knowing that I will always be alone? I lay there for hours contemplating this question, the question of my life, until something caught my attention.

"Sanity is a cozy lie"
~Susan Sontag

A pink light floated by the edge of my vision. What was that? Was it possible I wasn't alone in this crevice of darkness? That hope lifted my burdens long enough for me to lift up my head and twist it around in order to look at the glowing pink strand. But just as my head turned, it danced out of my vision. Was it messing with me? I turned my head again, just to catch a pink glimpse before it darted away.Tears formed at the edge if my eyes. Was it taunting me?

After a few minutes of this, I gave up. I was alone, and nothing could change that. Ever. I had no idea where I'd come from, or why. Even what I was seemed a mystery. But that didn't mean I had to stay here. As I stood, I realized there was a pair of wings attached to my shoulders. They looked a bit small in comparison to the rest of me, but they seemed as if they could hold me well enough.

My head hung low, and my eyelids were heavy with despair. Normally, I would ponder the best route to take. Truth is, right then I didn't care. I knew was that I was forever doomed. Cursed to be alone, for all eternity. So I set off in a direction. Not sure which way, but at least it was somewhere else.

“For every dark night, there's a brighter day.”
~Tupac Shakur

As I plodded along, the sky began to lighten. When the red-orange sun breached the horizon, I shielded my eyes. It was bright. Too bright. The sun's rays blinded my eyes and pierced into my skin. It burned, and I looked for a place that would shield me from its light. The nearest shelter I could glimpse was a small crack in the foot of a large mountain about thirty feet away. I sprinted toward it, eager to rest my eyes from the blinding rays of the sun. When I reached the opening, I shoved against it with all my might. My wings beat against the air, greeting a gust of wind that blew the pebbles away. The stones around the crack began to crumble, and I pushed my way inside.

The inside was a bit wider than the opening, but not by much. I had to push myself forward as rocks scraped at my body. A few feet away, I could see the narrow passageway opened onto a much larger cavern, and I strived toward it. Just as I was about to squirm free, everything went black.

My head pounded as if it had been hit by an invisible wall. My legs gave way as the pain crippled me. I stopped moving, fearing what might happen next. Before I could call out, I began to see something amidst the black darkness. Was that - a feather? It was orange and yellow,like a sunset, with three white stripes. It flowed across my vision, leaving a faintly pink aura behind it. Twisting and twirling, the feather moved as if some unseen force was guiding it, as if its path was drawn out for it. Momentarily, I forgot about the pain that had invaded me. All I could see was this feather, this beautiful, wonderful feather.

I don't know how long I stood there, captivated by that exquisite feather. It could have been hours. When the image faded, I was flooded with a sense of longing for it. Why had it left me? I knew it was just a feather, but the feeling that the very first thing I had come in contact with had left me was unbearable. It only reminded me of the fact that I would always be alone. The cramped space and the headache left by the wonderful image only added to my torture. Soon after, the world around me faded to darkness.



I was out cold for who knows how long, but when I awakened, it was dark outside. No light came through the small crack in the wall behind me. In that inky black darkness, I could see a pink glow coming from above. The same glow that had come from that ...that thing I encountered when I first came to this world. I ignored it. Obviously, it didn't want me to see what it was, so I wouldn't bother.

“The most terrible poverty is loneliness,
and the feeling of being unloved.”
~Mother Teresa

There it was again, that sense of loneliness. It wasn't as crippling as it had been, and I think my body was attempting to adjust. It was still there, though; not faded enough not to notice, but not noticeable enough to hinder me. I could feel it constantly though, gnawing at my heart.

I put all of my effort into freeing myself from the narrow crevice. As I struggled free of its rocky grip on me, I stepped into a large platform surrounded by a stream running from the large pool on the opposite side. The waters origin was the small waterfall splashing from a hole in the wall and into the pool.

As I walked toward the shimmering water, I glimpsed something on the surface. An image that danced across the it. I shrank back, afraid of it. Would it hurt me or welcome me to its home? Was this its home? Or was it like me, just passing through?

But as I moved, I saw it move with me. I was curious now. How did it mirror me? I shook my head to clear my vision, and that pink creature appeared again, in the corner like last time. Suddenly everything became clear, and I realized what was going on.

That being was my reflection, and the creature, the pink creature, was my mane. I felt so stupid. How had I not seen this before? How funny I must've looked, staring at my own reflection and wondering if it would hurt me. Not only did this discovery bring about embarrassment, but also pain. The loneliness I felt before came rushing back. It turned out that no one has been here at all. I have been alone my entire time on this planet. But would I be alone forever? Would anyone ever find me?

I so I glanced around the cave once more. There is something behind that waterfall, something I hadn't seen before. It looked almost like... paper? But it couldn't be. Could it? I walk to see for myself. It really was paper. How had it gotten here? Who had been in here that would've been able to place it there? There's only one way to find out, I thought. So I picked up the nearest scroll and unrolled it. Written on it was a strange language. I'd seen it before, but where? I stared at it for a while. How was I supposed to read this? All I could do was try. So I did, I tried to read it. At first it didn't work so well, but after little while begin to get used to the handwriting. I could read it, I really could. I vaguely wondered how, and the where I had learned it before. But that wasn't important right now.

Not only was the writing interesting, and the language, but so were the stories they told. Stories of gods, goddesses,and beings of the universe. I kept reading.

"The experience gathered from books,
though often valuable,
is but the nature of learning
whereas the experience gained
from actual life is of the nature of wisdom."
-Samuel Smiles

I remember knowing nothing of the outside world, save for what little I read about in the scrolls. But once, as I was reading a particular marking, I heard a slight rustling in the front if the cave. What was that? I went over to investigate. It looked almost like a feather, but more oval shaped and smooth. It was a bright green, unlike any I'd seen before. I know now that it was a leaf, but then it was a mystery to me. I inspected it, and decided to put it in a secret place for safe keeping. Thus began my stash, anything unknown to me would go into me special place that no one else knows, and I would research it. So I began to know mor of the outside world in this way.

"The pen is the tongue of the mind."
~Miguel de Carvantes

One day, as I was putting a scroll down, I noticed something on the walls of the cavern. What were they? They looked like… Markings? Symbols? Letters? I stared at them. What could they mean? As I watched, the symbols began to form something. What was it? It looked almost like… me? Or something of my kind, at least. I began to check the other walls of the cave is well. They were all covered. Markings, everywhere. One in particular interested me. It was a feather, I thought that it looked just like the one I had seen when I first came here. I saw this feather several times among other symbols. Was it possible that it really did have something to do with me? And what if it did? What then? I had so many questions, and no one to answer them. So I continue reading, and the message became clearer and clearer all the while.



Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years. Years turned into decades. I didn't get up once. I didn't even look outside. night and day passed, and I never even noticed. I never moved.

“All things make sense;
you just have to fathom how they make sense.”
~Piers Anthony

I gasped. The last pieces of the puzzle finally came together. It all made sense. But the same time, it didn't. Not at all. Those symbols on the wall, the ones of me, and the ones of the feather, they all fit together. They fit together to become a story, a tale like those that I had read before. A tale of a creature with the body of a wolf and the tail of a dragon.

It was strange, almost creepy really. Why would someone have put these here? Did they know I was coming? How could they possibly known? The carvings followed what happened to me to the letter. It included everything. My despair, my fault from the heavens, even my vision. I hadn't been sure until now. The only problem was, it stopped after I come into the cave. It didn't know what was going to happen next, and neither did I.

I had questions, and the carvings might have had the answers. So I studied them. I didn't know what else to do. What could I do? I mean, this is all that I had. All that I was. This small collection of symbols was all that Was of my life. Was there more to it? Did I have a future? If so, did I want to find out?

One year later, I hadn't found out anything different. Nothing. I had studied my heart out, to no prevail. I didn't have anything left in me. I thought of the world outside the cave. Maybe there's something there. But I shrunk back from the idea. Anything could be up there, anything. The world outside of my couldn't seem dangerous, mysterious, And all too unfamiliar. But then I asked myself, what did I have to lose?

Nothing.

"Don't be afraid to go out on a limb.
That's where the fruit is."
~H. Jackson Browne

So it was decided. I left my scrolls neatly where I had found them, and headed for the mouth of the cave. I had piled rocks up to cover the crack that opened into the outside world. It shut out the light, and kept me focused. Now, though, I had to uncover it.

I hoped desperately that it wouldn't be daytime outside. I still could not face the sun's rays. To my relief, it wasn't. A full moon shone as I uncovered the entrance. It seems magical, yet Treacherous. What lay beyond that mountain base, I didn't know. Nor did I want to. I stepped out, and wondered at the world around me. Over the course of almost 100 years, I had forgotten what the outside world looked like. It was beautiful.

I wasn't really sure where I was headed, so I set off in random direction. I stepped cautiously, as I can know the dangers of the world around me. What could lie just beyond that shadow? Under those leaves?

"At the innermost core of all loneliness
is a deep and powerful yearning for union
with one's lost self."
~Brendan Francis

I shook my head. I couldn't think that way, I had to think positive. The gnawing loneliness I felt in my heart tore me down. It was always there, and I could never forget it.



As I was walking, I heard something in the distance. Were those, voices? "Why of course!" One exclaimed, "We all know that Kalina means well, bless her soul."
"Yes, Jocelyn , but the way she intruded earlier was genuinely rude!" Proclaimed another.

What were these voices coming from, and who?

"The way she carries herself is disgraceful," Jocelyn said. "It's almost as if she doesn't care at all. Don't you agree, Valentina?"
"Oh I do, I quite do."

Should I approach them? And what if I do? What would I do then? I was scared. What if they would hurt me? I didn't know who these beings were, and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.

"Ugh, and that little boy she drags around, he looks like a drowned rat!"
Valentina laughed, and Jocelyn joined in.

I listen to their conversation for a while, then gathered the courage to approach them.

"How does she expect-" Valentina trailed off as I got closer. They were so different from me, yet so similar. They had the same structure, a body of a wolf and the tail of the Dragon. But they didn't have wings, or the strange Aura that made up my mane. What would they think of me?

Valentina stuttered, and Jocelyn's jaw dropped. They both fell to the ground, their faces down. I didn't know what to do. Why were they bowing to me? What had I done? Was it just… Me? Did the sight of me make them do this?

Whatever the reason, I didn't want to be responsible for it. "You can stand now." I said hesitantly.

"Who... What are you?" Jocelyn asked.

"Never express yourself more clearly
than you are able to think."
~Niels Henrik David Bohr

I thought about this question for a moment. It had never really crossed my mind before. Who was I? What was I? I had no idea how to describe myself. So I just did the best I could. "I don't know" I replied.

They seemed to accept that answer well enough, but they also seemed confused still. I suppose they must been wondering, how had I gotten there? How did I even exist? But despite how confused they must've felt, they stammered on. The two girls woke up the rest of the pack, they wanted to introduce me to everyone. Of course.

I hid while everyone gathered together. Some seem to wide-awake, but someone still groggy from being wakened from their sleep. Valentina started to introduce me, but Jocelyn cut her off and continued. They fought over this for a while, subtly of course. Each wanted to be the first to tell everyone about what they'd found.

The second they finished, I stepped shyly out of the bushes. When the crowd glimpsed me, they fell silent. The thoughts that must've been going through minds. I'm sure it was very mind-boggling. I mean, how is it possible? How could it be that there is a being like this, like me?
After a few seconds of this, one of the creatures in the front row fell to the ground, and others followed. I didn't know how to stop it, so I let them sniff the dirt.

The first one to stand up was a light purple creature with a white mane and subtle white markings. Next to her was a small boy, just old enough to walk. He had the same color as his mom, but a bit duller and more grey. Following her example, he stood up as well. When the young lady raised her head, she looked me straight in the eye. No one had had the nerve to do so before. I could tell she understood, she knew I didn't want to be the center of attention.

The others saw her and also rose, though none looked at me directly. After this, I was ushered aside o meet everyone. They all came and said hello, one by one. I tried to hide my confusion and fear, but I think maybe it was too strong to conceal.

I looked up and realized just how much lighter it had gotten. The sun was about to peak over the horizon, and smile its scorching rays down on me. I took off, I didn't have time to explain myself. There was a small grove of trees nearby, and I hid in their shade. But even then, the light hurt. Not enough to burn, just enough to sting.

"The mysterious is always attractive.
People will always follow a veil."
-Bede Jarrot

I imagine the other creatures would have stared after me, wondering where I'd gone. They must have watched me, for they found me easily just a few minutes later. Valentina and Jocelyn were naturally the first to approach.
"What are you doing?" They asked.
"I... I can't go out into the light," I replied softly. "it burns me."
They stopped for a moment and thought about this. They seemed very confused. "But... Why? Why would it burn you, and not do the same to us?"

That was a good question. I had no idea. But then, why was I any different than any of them? So I replied with the same answer I had before when I wasn't sure, " I don't know."

The two girls were silent for a moment, then they continued. "You are a Kiamara, aren't you? You're quite the same as us. Just.. Different."

A Kiamara? What was that? I'd never heard anything like that before. Well, there was only one way to find out. "What's that?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to know the answer.

Valentina giggled, and Jocelyn couldn't help but join. They stopped only long enough to say, "Why, it's what we are!" before walking away, still laughing.

Honestly, I don't remember much of that day. I stayed in my little shaded spot, and listened to the Kiamaras talk in the distance. That day has faded much from my memory. But that night...

“If you're lucky enough to have something
that makes you different, don't ever change.”
― Taylor Swift

Throughout the evening, I heard arguing coming from the pack of Kiamaras. Once or twice I heard things that might have described me. "Unnatural" and "strange" seemed to fly around more than usual.

As soon as the sun set, I rose from my shadowed perch and walked slowly over to the others. I was nervous, but I started to feel like I belonged here, with others, but not with them as well. It was a strange feeling, and it only made me more nervous.

I got nearer to the pack, and they looked up from their hushed discussion. They were huddled in a circle around a fire, which was a bit bright for my eyes.

"We've decided to give you a tour," one of the kiamaras I didn't yet know said grudgingly. "Kalina will take you."

Kalina. I knew I'd heard that name before. That's right, I remembered. Jocelyn and Valentina had been talking about her, her and her son. They pointed me toward a Kiamara with purple fur, the same purple fur I'd seen before. This Kalina was the same Kiamara who had looked me in the eye, the same Kiamara who the two gossip era had been complaining about. I wasn't sure about what was going to happen next.

I strode hesitantly toward her, and she kindly beckoned me over. "I'll take you away from here," she whispered. Her son followed, and we walked away from the pack, who was indubitably staring at us.

Immediately, I felt more relaxed. I didn't know why, but I knew I could trust Kalina. She didn't stare, or whisper, she understood. She hated being the center of attention as much as me.

Her son was quiet, making no noise save for the sound of the leaves rustling under his feet.

"What's your name?" I asked him tentatively.

"Alduin," was his simple answer. I thought it to be a strange name, but a good one nonetheless.

We walked along for a little bit, until the pack was out of view, but not quite out of earshot. "You always want to know where you stand with them," Kalina advised me as we stopped by a small stream. She offered me a drink, but I politely declined.

" I don't exactly... Drink or eat anything." I explained. She seemed only mildly surprised.

"With true friends...
even water drunk together is sweet enough."
-Chinese Proverb

We stood there for a little while, simply enjoying each other's presence and watching Alduin explore a little bit. These were some of my happiest moments, just standing with someone I barely knew, yet rusted completely. My loneliness lifted just a bit more than usual. I felt the happiest I've ever been. I had hope for my future. Maybe I could stay here, with Kalina and Alduin. Maybe I didn't have to be alone. Little did I know that those dreams would be shattered just moments later.

"They said you'd come," she said quietly.

"Who?" I asked, intrigued. Maybe she knew something that could help me.

"My ancestors," Kalina replied, but was cut off from continuing.

We heard yelling from the pack, and it seemed as if the cries of anger were getting closer. Kalina listened for a moment, then looked at me in concern.

"We have to get you out of here," she said urgently. Whatever she had heard, it couldn't have been good. She called to her son, then took off, leading me in a strange direction. We passed through their main camp and through to the edge of their territory. They screeched to a stop, and Kalina turned to me so she could give me an important message.

"You need to go back to wherever you came from. They won't let you stay here, and they'll try their best to hunt you down. You're too different, they can't accept you, so they have to be against you. I'll do my best to cover for you, but you have to leave now. It was a pleasure knowing you, and I hope I'll see you again someday." She looked genuinely sorry that this had happened to me, and I realized I had made a friend, one I would trust with my life.

Just then, a feather fell from an unknown source. It touched my skin and wrapped around me, forming a string around my paw. I looked up, saw a flash, and blacked out.

“Forbidden to remember,
terrified to forget;
it was a hard line to walk.”
― Stephenie Meyer,
New Moon

The next thing I remember is waking up again in my cave, among my scrolls. I had no idea what had happened, and I only knew that there was nothing here that would help me find out. I would have to go out once again into the world, but I wouldn't. I couldn't, could I? They would only try to harm me. So I stayed there, safe in my cave.



I examined my feather. It wouldn't come off, so I could only assume it was meant to be there. It was exactly like the one in my vision, but real. How could this be? It seemed as if, as soon as a question was answered, a hundred more sprang up in its place.



During the time left in my cave, I began to calculate time. The time I'd spent in the cave, and exactly how much time I'd been here, on this planet. As I got closer to the answers, things that were confusing before started to make more sense. I had wondered a bit of why I had decided on that day that it was time to leave. I now learned that it was the 100th anniversary of my 'birth' into this world. Time now made sense to me.

I continued reading the scrolls, and re-reading a few that I found particularly interesting. There was one story I kept coming back to. It was the tale of a goddess named Astraia, meaning 'starry one.'

She was called the celestial virgin, and lived among the mortals for a period during the Golden Age. Astraia was among the last to leave human company. She left them because she could not bear the treachery they had come to. She was then placed among the stars as the constellation Virgo.

I could relate. I loved the company of the other Kiamaras, but they turned on me and I was forced to leave. I could empathize with her, and I think that's why I loved that story so much.

But of course, this story only reminded me of Kalina, with her understanding eyes and warm presence. How I treasured the memory of her.



I kept time on any surface that didn't have symbols covering it. It had been so many years, I'd almost lost count. Almost.

During these years, the few memories I had began to get blurrier, until I could only vaguely remember the kiamaras who I had approached first. The only thing that remained clear was Kalina, and her son Alduin. They would remain there, I hoped, and never fade away.

I became utterly bored out of my mind, pining for the company of others. I even started to talk to my feather as if it were a living being. The markings and symbols on the walls became my friends, and I would read to them. I would read them the stories encased in the scrolls, and some I made up entirely by myself.

“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
― Tennessee Williams,
The Glass Menagerie

I began to lose track of time again. For a period of time, I think I even lost myself. Time. Time. Time. It became a curse. I had too much, and it just kept coming. I memorized every story told on the scrolls, and learned to write in the strange language of the symbols, just because it took time. I began to look for anything that would keep me busy. I cleaned the cave, ordering everything. Not that there was much to order. I searched for hidden passageways, but none appeared. I restocked the stones covering the entrance so that absolutely no light came in. But eventually, there was nothing left to do. So I sat there, staring. For days I did this, not even moving. I barely breathed.

Just as I was about to knock on the door of insanity, a light began to shine behind me. It was a pink-orange glow, coming from one of the uncovered walls. As I watched, it grew brighter and brighter, until I had to shut my eyes to keep the blinding light out. It got brighter, too bright, then suddenly dimmed.

Before me lay symbols- new symbols. They must be of me, right? Would they tell me what to do next, what my future would hold? There was only one way to find out. I sat down to decipher them, and did nothing else until I had finished.

When the story finally emerged from the muck, it was stranger than ever before. The interpretation was a bit fuzzy, and I could only guess at hat certain symbols meant. But the picture it painted... I wasn't so sure about it. It told me to go out again, put myself out there. Meet the Kiamaras once again, and I would find my destiny there. There was a strange symbol next to one of the feather, one I couldn't figure out. It looked like no Kiamara I'd seen before. He seemed older, and wiser.

There were some other confusing symbols as well, such as the fiery bird or the ripple of air. What did they mean? Even though I knew the only way to find out, I couldn't bring myself to think of he possibility of going back out into the world that had banished me. But if I didn't, what would be one of me here? Would I slowly go insane, as I had started to before? We're my fears boxing me in so much so that I couldn't move?

I was scared. Scared that they would try to harm me, but even more so that they would reject me. I isn't know if I could take it again. I feared it would shatter my entire being.



For hours, I pondered this. Could I let my fears rule my life? Could I afford to let them go?

“Never let the sense of past failure defeat your next step.”
~Oswald Chambers

I agonized, but finally came to a decision. I would go, but only to watch at first. I would observe the Kiamaras before ever speaking to them. I started to remove the rocks, but sunlight shone through the cracks. I had to wait until nightfall. The decision i had made gnawed at me. Had I made the right choice? Should I turn back? All too soon, the sun set over the horizon. I had come to the same conclusion again. So I once again set off, determined.

I tried to remember which direction I had headed off in so many years ago. Was it to the left, or the right? Or perhaps straight ahead? I closed my eyes and thought of Kalina. I thought of her purple fur, and the lighter color of her eyes. It worked, I remembered where I'd gone, and started walking.

Memory is a funny thing. You may forget the most obvious of things, yet remember the smallest of details. I remembered the scent in the air when I first heard the two Kiamaras talking. I smelled it now, and I knew I was close. Sure enough, I soon heard Kiamaras talking in the distance.

"Catch me if you can!" Yelled a young one.

"Courage is not the abscence of fear,
but rather the judgement that something
else is more important than fear."
-Ambrose Redmoon

I peeked through the branches of a nearby tree, using them to conceal myself. There were several Kiamaras in a small clearing, and I watched them for a while. They seemed happy, and I didn't see anyone I recognized. They looked so... Different. So joyous and carefree. The Kiamaras I remember we're always concerned with themselves and were afraid of change. But yet, here were their descendants, completely different from them. I didn't understand it.

I watched them for a while, until day began to break. I then hid in a small crevice under a large rock. This would become my temporary home during the times ahead.

For months, I watched them. I watched them play, and eat, and sleep. I watched them party, and study all night long. I watched their lives up close, and watched over them.



One night, as I was watching behind my favorite tree, a shadow passed in front of me. I froze, and realized a little too late that I'd been found out. I had not choice but to turn around and face he one who'd caught me.

It was the strange symboled Kia, the older one who appeared in the carvings on the cave wall. The color of his fur seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. It was a gray color, but there was just something about it.

He looked genuinely surprised to see me, then shocked. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. But he calmed down after a second and spoke. His voice sounded like leaves crackling under your paws.

When I get logical,
and I don't trust my instincts -
that's when I get in trouble.
~Angelina Jolie

"Are you her?" As the simple, yet complicated question. Was I who? Did he know who I am? I must have looked confused, because he smiled a bit. "Of course you are " he replied to his on inquiry.

"Come with me."

I followed him hesitantly, and be led me to a large sitting rock by a waterfall. I recognized this place, it was where Kalina had taken me the night I'd been chased away. "Who are you?" I had to ask, since he obviously knew me.

The old Kia stared at me for a moment, then began his story.

"When I was just a pup, a strange Kiamara came to our little pack. She was as black as night, with a mane of pink and orange that flowed in the wind. She was unknown to us, and we to her. She could not go out into the daylight, for it burned her. She didn't drink, or eat, or even sleep. She was the most unusual Kiamara that anyone had ever seen. 'Too unusual', they said. 'She had to go' they reasoned. So they chased her away, back to wherever she came from. But one Kia helped her. One by the name of Kalina."

"She was my mother," he concluded.

I stared at him for a long moment, then the memories of Kalina came flowing back. The way she never said anything, but you knew what she was feeling. And her little boy, that little Kiamara... Could it be? Just then I saw the purple tint in the gray of his fur. That faded color seemed the only connection to his mother, but it was strong enough.

"I-" something touched my tail before I could finish. It was another feather. I didn't black out when it touched me this time. My eyes glowed faintly, and my fur moved with an unknown breeze. I began to float, to hover above the rock we were sitting on.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness;
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate;
only love can do that.
~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Everything suddenly went black. Just like when I got the vision of the feather, an image appeared out of the darkness. But this time, it was the image of three Kiamaras. One was me, and I could barely make out Kalina and Alduin beside me. I heard the last pieces of conversation we'd ever have together, then something strange happened. A feather fell onto my leg, and I began to glow pink and orange. My eyes shone with the light, and my fur moved by itself. Everything of me glowed, and I floated a few feet off of he ground.

My mane wrapped around the boy, and he began to float as well. The swirls of pink engulfed him, and I started to speak. "Alduin, child, you will live until my prophecy has come true. You must help me find my destiny, and only then will this curse of a blessing be broken."

I was shocked. I had done that? But no, surely I hadn't. With he vision also came the reason. Kalina had wanted to see me again, but she knew she wouldn't. So I had given her the assurance that her son would, and that he would help me find my path. I watched as the glowing aura around me faded, and I Alduin and I lowered back to the ground. I spun around and ran, using my wings to propel me toward my cave.

The vision faded, and my sight came back. I stopped glowing, and was lowered toward the rock. Alduin, now old and wise, stared at me.

"I remember." I said plainly. He nodded, still a little surprised.

Suddenly, that same loneliness as before slammed into me as I realized what had become of Kalina. She had died of old age long before I'd come back. My only friend, my first friend, had perished. The pain pierced my heart, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I glanced at Alduin, and the. Pain in his eyes reflected my own. He understood.

"Come," he called to me as he walked back into the trees. "Follow me."

I did, and he led me to a place I didn't recognize. It was just a small clearing, nothing really special about it.

"This is where my mother always told me to come if I needed to think." He explained. "I want you to meditate," Alduin looked at me, serious. "Think of everything at once, then nothing. I think it will help you."

I walked to he middle of the clearing and laid down. I closed my eyes as I began to think. I thought of my fall, my loneliness in that time. I felt it again, heartbreaking as it was. I thought of the scrolls, and the markings on the walls of my cave. I even thought of my secret stash if unknown things from the outside world. I thought of Kalina, and Alduin. I thought of how they helped me escape. The memory of my momentary insanity in my cave was shocking, and a bit frightening. I remembered the bright light when the new symbols appeared, and my trek through the wilderness to find the pack again. I thought about the months I watched the pack, and how Alduin found me. I thought about the strange tale that had become my life, and I was overwhelmed.

I stopped thinking. I thought of nothing, and I was calm. I felt my
Yes begin to glow, and my body lifted from the ground. Something wrapped around my tail. Another feather, I presumed. Light swirled around me.

It hit me, where I came from didn't matter. Nothing did, except the safety of others. For he last few months, I hadn't been spying on the other Kiamaras, I had been watching over them. Protecting them. I had come here to be that, their guardian angel. That was my destiny.

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
~ J.R.R. Tolkien,
The Fellowship of the Ring

So it didn't matter where is come from, or why. My loneliness didn't matter, not in the big picture. And I had to look at that. Kalina had died knowing what I just learned. She had known that it was better to help me and be harmed herself than to join the others.

But now she was gone, and I had to watch over her kin.

A large sigh came from my right, and I snapped out of it. I fell to the ground as my glow faded, and ran to Alduin. He had slumped the ground, and I came to the only conclusion there was. He was dead. He had helped me find my destiny, and my curse on him had been lifted. He didn't have to watch more of his family die. He could rest now, in peace.

I ran from the scene, tears streaming from my eyes. I hid in my little crevice of a temporary home until the time came. I knew it was time, I just knew. It had come, the night I would approach the pack.

They didn't seem as surprised as I had though they would. That was alright with me. A few asked me heat ions, but overall they accepted me. I told them my story, the parts if it hey needed to know. Alduin had told them all the tale of how I'd set the blessing on him. He had told them I would come back someday. And I had.

I explained my epiphany, and that I would watch over them as they lived their lives. I kept where I lived during the day a secret, my secret.

As my last words with them, I shared my favorite story, the one of Astraia. When they'd heard this, they began to draw the connections between us, Astraia and myself.

Then I left them, went back to my temporary home that had become a permanent one. As I watched, the Kiamaras began to refer to me as 'Astraia, the starry one'.

Later I heard them talking of another, one named Alduin Elderine Silas. I soon found that he was Alduin's great-great-grandson, named after his ancestor.

When I thought about Kalina and Alduin, I vowed to never again grow close to another Kiamara, never. I couldn't bear the pain of losing them to the ultimate curse of time.

And I've kept that promise well, until now.

"For the memory has painted this perfect day
with colors that will never fade,
and we find at the end of a perfect day
the soul of a friend we've made."
-Carrie Jacobs Bond

*Just as a note - all of the kias used in this story are nonexistent, except for these fellows.
Astraia (kia #200)
Alduin 'Elderine' Silas

Also, as another note. I'm sorry for any typos, I tried to weed them out, but there's so many ;A;

"Every human is an artist.
The dream of your life is to make beautiful art."
~Don Miguel Ruiz

"Art lives where absolute freedom is
because when it is not,
there can be no creativity."
~Bruce Lee

And several sketches on my math paper.
I'd like to explain those for a second.
This is the first time I've been thinking
about a kia so much that I started to
sketch her unconsciously. I have to say,
I love her to pieces <3

By TheWolfsGirl90
By ~Kiwi~
By Clu
By Huskonoyd
By Me
By Me
By TrueBluuue
By Solloby
By Stubborn&Pro

[Vayentha]

I think she'd be perfect friends with Elderine! <3

[cakepopcat]

prettttyyyyyyyy

[~toxic.dewdrops~]

ἈΦΡΟΔΊΤΗ

Username:
~FOB's Return~

Name:
Aphrodite

Story about her past, present, and future:

I remember being a little baby. I got everything I wanted, never went hungry, and my parents would never leave me alone. Babying me seemed to be the only thing they ever did. I mean, don't get me wrong; I was a really cute kid. But being babied all the time got annoying now and then.
My mom and dad never let me leave the house. They were afraid that someone would kidnap me, or I would get dirty or hurt myself. They freaked out over the littlest things wrong with me. If I so much as sneezed once they would wrap me up in countless blankets, refuse to let me leave my bed, and treat me like I was going to die. Half the time it was just a little bit of dust in my nose.
When I finally grew old enough for them to decide to let me leave the house, I couldn't get away from being babied, still! I had friends left and right. Added on to the fact that I had a lot of friends... I constantly had boys flirting with me. I was like a million dollar prize.
I dated a lot of them, actually. I dated one boy for a few days, got bored of him, and moved on to the next. I wasn't trying to be mean or anything... I just felt bad dating a boy who I didn't like. The one time I did find a guy I actually liked, he left me because he thought I was a player and I would leave him. That was the only time someone had ever rejected me. It hurt more than I could describe.
Everything started getting really weird when I woke up one morning and found bowls of food and beauty supplies outside my house. They were surrounded with candles, and there were little statues of doves everywhere. I was a bit confused, until I set one paw outside my house. I remember feeling someone quickly push me back inside, and I saw a carriage approach me. It was beautiful. Decorated in flowers and covered up with a hood made of silk. The carriage was brought to my front door and I climbed inside.
The offerings at my front door and the carriage became a daily routine. I couldn't go one day without someone treating me like a goddess. After a while, I found out they weren't treating me like a goddess because I looked like one... they were treating me like a goddess because they thought I actually was one.
Life became dull. I had everything I ever wanted... except happiness. I never had any troubles, never had any worries, except I was still lonely. Something felt off...
All I wanted was one real friend. Someone who didn't hang out with me just because I was pretty. Someone who would stick by my side through thick and thin. Not a bunch of fake friends. They don't care about me really.... they are just hanging around and being nice because they think I will sentence them to death if they offend me. I tried to tell them I wasn't actually a goddess, but they never believed me. They never cared.
One night, when the moon was full, I woke up to find a dove sitting in the window of my room. Curious, I looked up at the dove. It seemed to be glowing, and it seemed absolutely beautiful. It was wearing a necklace woven with beautiful flowers around its neck. Before my very eyes, it transformed into a goddess. It transformed into the Goddess Aphrodite.
"Little girl, listen to me." The goddess said, crouching down to meet up with my eyes. "You have offended me in every way you possibly could." She told me, sounding furious. "You took my name. You abused the power of love. You ignored your beauty, and you aren't happy. You even dare to live with people thinking you are me! I will not go on letting people think you are myself." I stepped back from the goddess, quivering.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, slightly terrified. I thought she would sentence me to death.
"Ditie, did you know that I am the one who gave you your beauty? I blessed you with being the most beautiful Kiamara alive. I gave you the power to make all the male Kias fall in love with you... and you abused that power. You took it and offended my name as the Goddess of Love and Beauty. I am the goddess, not you. You will never be as powerful as I am." I looked at her, my eyes wide.
"But... Lady Aphrodite.... I know you're more powerful than I am. I know you're the most beautiful." I said, defending myself.
"Maybe you don't think so, but someday you will. The oracle foretells it. However, I refuse to let this happen. By the power vested in me, I hereby curse you. Aphrodite, you will never fall in love. You will never have a mate, you will never have children, and you will die alone." I looked at the goddess, my eyes wide. I felt a cloud of dark purple mist form around me, and I coughed. When I looked up, the goddess was gone.

Now a days, things are the same. I moved out of my mother's home, but I still get babied. I still get everything I want, when I want it. But I feel empty. There's a hole in my heart that will never be filled. I still feel lost and alone, like I don't have any real friends. I still have boys all over me, but I can't develop feelings for any of them, no matter how hard I try to. They are all meaningless to me. But... I want them to have a meaning. I know they never will... the goddess Aphrodite forbids it. Life is good, other than that. I live in a large, beautiful home by myself. The walls of my home are cluttered with a collage of beautiful paintings. Those paintings are my company.
Although, all I want is a real friend.

I remember going off to have my future told by the Oracle. She told me that I will start a famous charity. That charity will be used to benefit the less fortunate.
I will use that charity to raise money to give to the poor, and to help young Kias who are sick or crippled. I will have a real friend, and I will work very hard and hang out with the children in attempt to fill the hole in my heart that the goddess created all of those years ago. I will be happy, and my future will be bright. I will have a huge fortune. Not because others gave it to me... not because I will still be treated like royalty, but because I earned it. I will be known all over the world as the Kia with a heart as beautiful as she is.
And I will live to fill the void in my heart.
Even if I will die alone.


Art:

Aphrodite
You Will Never Fall In Love

[Arcanis.]

▎▎ username;;
Hello! My username is I luv Harry Styles. c;

▎▎ name;;
Its quite funny, actually.
I chose the name 'Nostalgic', or 'Nostalgia'.
Well, firstly let me say 'Nostalgia' was the first name that came to mind.
I chose those names because I thought of the meaning of the word,
'yearning of good memories in the past,
and I thought it would fit in perfectly with the story I will be
creating in the upcoming section.
The name not only means differently than you'd expect,
but it appears differently.

▎▎ story about her past, present, and future;;
Click!

▎▎ art;;
Drawn by myself. ^^♥
Thanks alot Crazy. c:♥♥
Thanks sooo much Firefly.!♥♥
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Thanks so much Dovey!♥♥ c:
Thanks soo much Chisu!! ♥
Thanks d1ngo! ♥♥
Thanks Alot Moonshadow♥♥. c:

[xtr.terrestrial]

Dropping out

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o h , w o a h , s w e e t
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“ b o r n - p u r e l y - t o - h a n d w r i t e - t h e - w a y s - o f
t h e - b e a u t i f u l ”
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h e l l o , i am currently known as peachpassion, an extremely active and obsessive member of chickensmoothie. when i joined chickensmoothie back in 2011, two days after my birthday in march, i cautiously opened an almost glowing door that welcomed me into such a positive community. with interests in roleplaying, writing, grammar, art/design, i believed that chickensmoothie would allow me to express my emotions and gain talent in these areas. i certainly wouldn't of ever imagined becoming so deeply connected with this website and those whom visited it daily, as i did. therefore, the nicknames such as 'peach' and 'peachy' were constantly featured throughout conversations, causing me, when my eyes are torn from chickensmoothie, to gaze upwards whenever someone states 'oh, i'll go eat a peach'. the username 'peachpassion' is one which i will never consider altering as i feel as though it explains my interest for life in two simplistic words.

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i n s t a n t y , when i claimed my first glimpse of this beauty, i understood that there was only one name in which i could call her. paloma, the name that this kiamara would possess if i were to win her, is a name that i will always connect with the thought of timeless beauty. therefore, naming this kiamara anything but paloma would simply cause regret as, i believe, there is no other name that is quite as perfected. the meaning of paloma is 'the dove' which i believe is such a simplistic but largely emotional phrase. however, it seemed as though wherever i searched for a more descriptive meaning, 'the dove' was the only explanation of this other-worldly name. it was at that moment, once scanning through several sources with only those two words to ease my worries, that i understood that this kiamara didn't need anything other than 'the dove' to describe it's timeless beauty and passionate outlook on life. therefore, in a way, the name paloma has so much more meaning and emotion crumpled up behind it, but all that may be revealed is that singular phrase. i believe, this is how the name relates to paloma herself, as only her outer beauty is displayed to those whom pass by. little do they know, that the timeless beauty is located only on the inside.

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o h , w o a h , s w e e t
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p a l o m a was born, a single day earlier than her predicted date, visibly different from all other kiamaras, even then. several nurses, a dozen curious inmates of the hospital and one toddler whom was constantly held by his again pregnant mother, surrounded the newborn kiamara. paloma was presented to the crowd without hesitation. her mother, seemly unshaken despite never giving birth previously, appeared proud of her baby whom was soon flooded with compliments. however, these compliments weren't the predictable 'what a beautiful baby' statement or mumble of 'congratulations'... the words spoken, in that moment, by those thankful to witness the first sight of such a timeless beauty, were completely true. obviously, more compliments were to be expected, although, that was unknown at the time by paloma's mother. while the newborn kiamara was admired and offered various items, no one questioned the slightly displeased male whom appeared quite uncomfortable on his unsteady hospital stool. his expression was completely unreadable and his posture offered no further assistance in understanding his thoughts. eyes lowered towards the floor, at which his feet constantly tapped upon, his body seemed to slouch over itself, quite like his wrinkled eyelids. however, not one member of the growing gathering in that room would ever meet his eyes

to process that fact. paloma gazed through the unfamiliar faces in the room, wondering why each of them seemed to enjoy pulling amusing faces as she looked them over. as paloma's almost impossibly perfected face turned towards a nurse whom obviously was not at ease, the lady, whom appeared to have torn her otherwise spotless uniform, directed a sentence towards the mother. "wait, what about her eyes?" she spoke, in a harmless but slightly nervous tone. paloma's mother was obviously caught off-guard as the question at hand was such a contrast to the usual compliments. slightly concerned, paloma's mother elegantly edged her baby closer, before gazing in disbelief towards her own child's eyes. "they are amber colored... almost the color of a sunset." the mother explained, her palm instantly darting towards her own black eyes. the nurse continued speaking as though she had suddenly discovered a goldmine, "but both you and your partner have black eyes, a very darkened black too..." suddenly, the mysterious male's head rose, his posture suddenly formal as he glanced from his position across the room at paloma. for a brief second his expression was readable, his thoughts obvious and his glance towards paloma easily understood. however, that second passed, without a single soul in that room recording the sudden movements of that mysterious male. it was only when he spoke, in quite a deep, troubled tone that several heads rotated towards the speaker. "please, everyone..." he began, his words weaved into an almost planned sentence, "please, let me see my baby, paloma."

p a l o m a ' s childhood was woven into an unpredictable blur, as she grew older mentally while maintaining her physical appearance, despite age. obviously, this was not the only factor that made paloma almost a breed of her own. her wings, that were unable to sustain her weight, therefore, had no use, lay completely attached to paloma's back as if they held importance. her eyes, as captivating and rare as they were, almost disgraced her past family's color scheme, according to her father, whom she understood would never accept her differences. paloma briskly learnt not to expect any form of praise from her father, whom had seemed to drift his way from the majority of paloma's childhood memories. he would almost avoid socialising with paloma, when he was seen for brief moments throughout the months. her mother, however, was quite the opposite throughout paloma's childhood, which paloma was extremely thankful for. her mother's inability to risk any hurtful comment directed at paloma seemed to be the cause for paloma's home schooling and several guidelines surrounding leaving the mother's sight. as social and open as paloma was by this age, her mother's vow to protect her baby's confidence overcame the dream she had of her daughter inviting collections of friends for gatherings in their home. the mere thought of other children within reach of paloma almost intimidated the mother, whom refused to let go of the beauty she had created until paloma's teenage years.

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c u r r e n t l y , after multiple discussions surrounding paloma's freedom, the kiamara of seventeen years has been granted temporary permission to attend a public high school. this was extremely important to paloma as, since entering her teenage years, she's been hoping to create at least one friendship... a friendship which, paloma accepts, has been non-existent for seventeen years, simply because of her separation from the world. her mother is clearly still quite shaken imagining the scene of paloma attending school where she may be verbally wounded. however, understanding that her child has grown to dream of socialisation, she understands that she must allow paloma some freedom. as large a step as this is for paloma's mother, paloma herself still believes that her mother should spare a moment to display love and respect for her child instead of purely protection. however, paloma accepts that this fantasy may remain a dream. surprisingly, this hope is consistently nudged from paloma's thoughts as she spares all her pointless wishes, devoting them towards the belief that her father will return someday, and greet paloma as if she is of importance to him.

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p a l o m a ' s future, although completely unpredictable to all kiamars and paloma herself, is destined to unravel in a certain order. it is imagined that paloma will be gifted the ability to attend a public school, without her mother withdrawing her promise. however, paloma will be questioned by her mother as to whether she believes she is heading in the correct direction and not just attempting to be similar to the 'normal' kiamaras. this issue was risen on the final day of paloma's homeschooling, so paloma felt no need to completely convince her mother, as she understood her school application could not be withdrawn with a singular day's notice. therefore, paloma simply sighed, mumbling a few words which seemed to fail to ease her mother's worries. "i would never do this just to be 'normal'. as nice as ‘normal’ would be, i'm fine with being slightly different." she explained, half-heartedly. obviously, paloma's mother planned to act upon her instant reaction, which was mentioning the fact that paloma was certainly abnormal and couldn't be simply classed as 'slightly different'. however, among the mother's many worries that seemed to lurk among her usual thoughts, she understood that, yes, by explaining that to paloma she may cause her to doubt that school would be as admirable as it seemed... but, while doing so, she may completely destroy the self-confidence that paloma seemed to have obtained once given this slight amount of freedom. this ability for paloma to almost ignore the disadvantages her differences and continue feeling some form of confidence was purely beautiful. in a way, it was the only aspect that hadn't been striped from paloma through the countless challenges she had faced previously. her own mother couldn't risk taking that away.


p a l o m a was able to understand the student's predictable reactions, as she had prepared herself for the jaws reaching for the poorly carpeted floor and the sudden bursts of comments. however, paloma was unable to free herself from the suffocating grasp of the constant stares. as the kiamaras gazed, almost unknowingly, at a thick strand of paloma's hair that seemed to be drifting from it's rightful home, the now shaken new student felt the need to hesitantly guild the section of hair back to her head. questions were suddenly directed at paloma, most surrounding her other-wordily mane and unusual wings, which she had hoped were embracing their neat arrangement, making the majority of each wing unseen. however, paloma could feel her back twitching as her wings, awkwardly positioned, unravelled outwards from their hiding. seemingly unobservant, the teacher simply informed paloma of the classes' seating arrangement which paloma instantly noticed was unsuccessful as most kiamaras discussed the new creature whom had entered, taking advantage of their teacher's carefree outlook. paloma thanked the teacher, although she already understood that there was no point in expecting another word from his cracking lips, which seemed to never readjust from their displeased position. seating herself beside a female whom appeared quite welcoming, paloma remained uneasy as she attempted to imagine what the common judgement was regarding her. unable to guess, due to her extreme nerves, paloma was somewhat thankful that the female beside her leaned in speaking distance of paloma. "hello there, what's your name?" she whispered, as though she had rehearsed that exact phrase. her voice was comforting, in a certain way, and she appeared slightly younger than paloma, which gave paloma the slightest vibe of power. "i'm paloma. you?" paloma spoke, her voice unsteady and seemingly as shaken as her palms, which she presented to the gum beneath the desk. "oh, ayva... sorry for asking but, are you a goddess?" ayva almost joked, however, there was an unfamiliar tone in her voice that encouraged an answer from paloma, whom hadn't even considered her response to such a question. without hesitation, paloma mumbled "no, not at all... i'm just a kiamara with a few extras." she explained, as she rotated her head towards her now clearly visible wings. "oh, sorry." ayva mentioned, with an acceptance for paloma obviously developing. at this moment, most of the students were advancing towards paloma, with their questions all beginning with the same phrase, "are you..." paloma accepted that she could not respond to most of the questions correctly so she altered her posture to seem as though she was absorbing each question. however, paloma could not determine a believable answer due to the extreme amount of pressure. thankfully, ayva attempted to quieten the rather shameless students, diverting some of the attention to herself. after several of the more simple questions were easily responded to, a male, whom had been quite respectful of paloma throughout the questioning process, inched closer as he spoke. "wait, paloma, are you a goddess?" he asked, while the other students abandoned their previous questions to hear paloma's response. "no." she explained "i'm not a goddess. i'm a-"

t h a t night, paloma's mother questioned her daughter as though she had some connection to the students whom had swarmed paloma earlier. as predictable as this was, paloma was almost hoping she would be granted a moment to process the day's events. however, the constant "how was it?", "what did they say?", "how did you respond?" that lurked through the room unabled this. paloma attempted to answer in the least revealing way possible, simply out of habit. therefore, how she had answered the final question was not explained. once paloma's mother appeared satisfied with her daughter's explanations she retreated, gesturing towards the telephone to her left as she escaped paloma's sight. lightly frosted with dust and marked with several colored pencils, (which had obviously been tested on the telephone thanks to paloma's younger years) the device hung, motionless. paloma approached the telephone which now seemed so welcoming, in comparison to several years into the past when it appeared unable to be reached. comforting the chilled surface of the telephone with her heated palm, paloma entered the only number sequence she was able to memorise. without hesitation, the kiamara extended her arm in order to cradle the telephone beside her face, which now presented an expression of hope. understanding from past experience that her positivity would dissolve with every 'bleep' of the telephone, paloma gathered her remaining hope, reminding herself that she had completely expected the answer machine. however, she still longed for him to pick up. "hello, dad, it's paloma here. i'm just calling to let you know that i'm going to high school now... i just started today. the students had so many questions for me." paloma began, her voice growing unsteady with each word. "oh, and, one asked me if i was a goddess. he expected me to reply so i explained to him what you always explained to me. i told him what you named me. i told him that i was a dove."

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p a l o m a , f l y - a w a y ,
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[headphone raichu.]

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Username;;
Dizzy Blossoms

Name;;
Jupiter
-For her beautfiul star mane. This name is also meaningful to me because I'm in orchestra in my school,
and we resently played a beautful song that was called Jupiter, Bringer of Jolity. It's one of the most
beautiful songs you will ever hear, and it suits her. The song feels like it's broken up into three parts; the
past, the presant, and the future. The start of the song is a very fast and lively part, the middle is a very
slow, sad yet beautful melody that pulls togather the song. The last part is a combination of the begining
and middle of the song: a faster then usual tempo with a smooth flowing melody that ends with a bang.
I feel Jupiter would experiance the same in her past, presant, and future.

Story about her Past;;
W.i.p

Story about her Presant;;
W.i.p

Story about her Future;;
W.i.p

Art;;
W.i.p

[Puffee]

Apple. It's official. You are a murder. You have killed me with a Kiamara as a weapon. She's so... perfect... :O
Let. Me. Love. You. <33333333

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" уσυ ηєє∂ αℓℓ тнє ριє¢єѕ σƒ тнє ρυzzℓє, тσ мαкє тнє ρєяƒє¢т ρι¢тυяє.
ѕσмєтιмєѕ ι נυѕт ωαηт тσ вє, тнє ρυzzℓє ριє¢є тнαт ƒιтѕ.
вυт ѕσмєнσω ιт ѕєємѕ ι ¢αη σηℓу вє, тнє σηє тнαт'ѕ ωσηку αη∂ gєтѕ ∂ιт¢нє∂. "
------------------------------------------------------------ ~ Kiamoria



υѕєяηαмє • Puffee
Hello, nice to meet you! Well, sort of, I've kinda met you before. I'm not sure if you now me though, so hi.
I currently don't own any Kiamaras, and am hoping to make this gorgeous my first. I hope you enjoy my form.



ηαмє • Kiamoria
As you can probably tell, the name "Kiamoria" is somewhat based on "Kiamara". The reason for this is the fact that she is treated like a goddess, and the other Kiamaras wanted to call her something special, since she was practically the ultimate Kiamara. For a while they just called her "The Kiamara" or "The Kiamara Goddess" later settling for a 'mutation' of their species name, Kiamoria. However before she was found by the other Kias, she did not have a name, and most of her past was somewhat a mystery.
There's also a bit about her name in the story below, and what I'm saying will make a bit more sense once you read it.



ѕтσяу • Past, present, and future...
All a mix of jumbled memories, dreams, and visions.

Some true, some false, some in between.

Life is different. Crazy. Special. For me.

I'm Kiamoria. And this is my story...

~ • ~

It was dark. Thunder crashed around me, and lightning flashed from above. Huge and hideous black clouds raining terror, flooded the sky. It was like this, for seconds, minutes, hours, days, years. No time could tell how long it went for, but it seemed unstopping. Like the living nightmare you can't wake up from.

And then, just as the thunder quietened, the lightning dimmed, the rain softened, and the clouds brightened, a high-pitched cry pierced the sky. So loud and deafening, all other elements seemed hopeless compared to it, and all other elements were worse than torture. Again the noise sounded, echoing off the deadly sky. This time, it was louder, closer, bigger. Scarier. It screamed again, causing the thunder, lightning, rain and horror the begin once again.

For the first time, I suddenly felt curious. Unafraid. I risked it, and forced my heavy eyelids to open. Then I saw what was to be seen. I saw the angering storm, I saw the darkness that surrounded me. I felt like I was nothing. Nothing...

"Caark!"

There it was again, the dreadful yet familiar noise. And it sounded like... a raven?

"Caark!"

And again, it sounded.

A huge black cloud loomed near me.

"Caark!"

And then, bursting through the cloud with another "Caark", a giant raven swooped about me. It was about ten time bigger than I, and looked purely deadly. It's eyes filled with evil, it's talons tipped with blood, it's beak curved and pointed, ready for a kill. It flew around, and around, circling above me. It would scream the piercing sound every so often, but never showed any signs of attacking. It's giant wings beat on the chilly wind, and it's red eyes were keen. For a second it seemed to be my friend, and the thought came across that it might be my father. 'The Bird of Creation' I called it.

Although my fear of the raven had faded, the storm still worried me. The storm was dangerously close, missing the raven and myself by only a small space. The bird seemed annoyed by this, and glided around the clouds warningly.

But then, as if a switch was flicked, it's eyes darted at me. It curved it's huge body around, facing directly towards me. It seemed harmless enough, before it lunged. But as it was diving for me, I felt differently. I felt fear rise up in me once again. Fear. Afraid.

My life was over. This was it. Was there no joy in life? How could I tell, my only breath of air filled with fear and hatred.

Just a few more seconds... before... it... gets...

Me...

Weakness overtook me, I felt faint. My eyelids collapsed. The raven still soared at me, inches away...

A blinding flash of light filled my sight. My eyes jerked open. And I saw, what I had never expected. Lightning, slivering at astonishing speed from the clouds. Forming one giant bolt of plasma, and striking the bird, a hair away from my doom. Relief and shock flooded over me, as the bird's pink, cosmic blood rained on my helpless body. As it's black colouring dyed my fur, speckling it darker and lighter in places.

Now go, be free of fear. Be ridded of this prison...

The words seemed to roll off the clouds themselves. Was it a miracle that the lightning hit the bird, or did the clouds...

When the smoke had cleared, I saw three feathers. The raven's feathers, stained with the bright colours of the lightning which had hit them. They drifted down, slowly, slowly. Landing on me. And then I too, drifted. Drifted into sleep... Drifted...

~ • ~

I don't know how long I slept for, but I slept. I slept for long hours, perhaps minutes, possibly a thousand lifetimes, or a millennium. But I slept heavily, and well. I did not dream, but I slept. I revived as the time passed, as things changed. I left the horrible place, and slept. I drifted, drifted...

"Are you ok?" The voice sounded in my mind, and I woke. I was in a grassy field, the sky was blue, the sun was shining. Was this really the place I had been before? The horrible place that had almost killed me? Certainly not, this place was beautiful. Nothing like that...

"Are you ok?" It sounded more real this time, and forced my to turn my head in the direction of the voice.
"Who? Where?" my own voice filled the air, sounding dry and painful.
"What is wrong young Kia?" The voice was male, and somewhat elderly. "I'm Elderine," he said.
"K-Kia?" I heard myself say, "What's Kia?"
"So you have not heard of a Kiamara before?"
"N-no," I stuttered.
"Odd," he smiled.
"Are you a Kia? Kia-Kiamara?"
"Yes, what else would I be?"
"But you don't have wings, or hair... We are different. How could I be a Kiamara if we're so different?"
"I can sense you strange hair, it gives off quite an aura. But wings? My dear I didn't know... I'm blind, you see."
"Please help me Elderine. Please teach me about this earth."

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"What are we doing? Where are we going, Elderine?" The words left my lips as Elderine showed me around.
"We are connecting you," he said simply.
"Connecting?"
"Connecting you with the other Kiamara."
"But I told you, I am not a Kiamara."
"Oh, but you are."
I rolled my eyes and made faces and him, knowing he wouldn't be able to see me. He stopped for a moment, sensing I was doing something, but moved on.

We walked for a while, and I wished I could fly, as my feet were aching.

Realisation struck as I remembered I had wings. I stopped for a moment, and let Elderine walk ahead of me. Once he was far enough, I stretched out my wings. And then I ran. As fast a I could, running, running, running. I flapped my wings, I lifted, I flew. I was flying!
"I'm flying, Elderine! I'm flying!" I called to below. I soared overhead for mere seconds before my wings failed me. They couldn't support my weight, and I dropped, falling.

"Help!" I screamed, Help!"

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My head hurt, and I felt sore. I regained consciousness and saw many startled faces staring down at me.

Kiamara.

I recognised the voice as the voice of the clouds. It seemed to sound like Elderine.

"She's weird," I heard a child-like voice say.
"Shush, she's not weird. She's amazing, and beautiful," a motherly voice replied.
"She's like a goddess," someone murmured.
"Yes, she's barely Kiamara," someone else whispered.

"Kiamara Goddess" "The Kiamara Goddess" "The Kiamara"
Voices started and rumours were spread. I could here them all mumbling, mumbling about me. Chattering amongst themselves.

Elderine spoke, cutting out the whispers of the crowd. "Please, please, be quite. Let her sleep, when she wakes, we will talk..."

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Many years passed, and I was treated like a goddess. The Kiamara Goddess. A title I was sick of.

Why was I so different? Why am I so different?

Please help me Elderine. Please teach me about this earth.

The very same words I had spoken that day, were the very words that ruined me. If I had just ran away, as instinct had told me, no other Kiamaras would never had seen me. I wouldn't be their goddess. I'd be free.

"You can't change who you are, Goddess."
"Don't remind me, Elderine."
"What's wrong we reminding you? It'll help you"
"Hmph," I huffed.

Turning away from Elderine, I cried a single tear.
"I'm just so different, Elderine," I sulked, "Why can't I just be a normal Kiamara, like you?"
"There's no such thing as normal. 'Normal' is merely a word used in place of 'more common'. Everyone is very different in their own ways. It is 'more common' to see a Kiamara like myself than to see a Kiamara like you, yet it is not 'normal'."
"I suppose you have a point, but still, I'm not even a Kiamara!"
"You are a Kiamara, Goddess, you've got the spots and feathers to prove it."
"I was not born with spots and feathers, Elderine. My spots were rained on me by a stupid bird, and the feathers I can take off with ease," I snapped, suddenly becoming angry.
"You and I both know you will not take those feathers off, Goddess. They have connected themselves to your heart. You will not take them off," he replied calmly.
"So, feathers mean nothing. Many animals have feathers, yet aren't Kiamara."
"Then let it be. You are not born Kiamara. No, but you are a Kiamara now. That, fate has decided. It cannot be changed."
"But Kiamaras don't have wings and weird pink hair!" I sighed.
"I stand corrected then, you are a mutated Kiamara."
"So, what? I'm a Kiamoria or something?"
Elderine nodded, "Yes, Kiamoria, you are."
"You didn't call me Goddess, why?"
"Because we all know you like Kiamoria better," he smiled warmly.
"Yes, friend. I think I've found my chosen name."

~ • ~

That night, I slept. I dreamed, for the first time. I dreamed, of myself, flying, through space. I saw The Bird of Creation, I saw my story. My beginning, my end.

You have found yourself, Kiamoria.

The voice of the clouds. Not Elderine, but my parents. I understood it now. I understood as much as one could understand. My parents, seemed to be dreams. That is how I talk to them. Every night, I dream the same dream. Every night, I talk to my parents, or, what is left of them. They talk to me, and I talk to them.

Kiamoria.

And in the day time, I live like I should. I am treated and respected as a goddess. But they call me Kiamoria. I've learnt from my long life, my mistakes. I live happily.

Yet still I wish to be normal - no, more common - like others, sometimes.

~ • ~

I'm lucky, you see. Once in a blue moon, my dreams will show me visions. Not all are real, but some, some tell a possible future. A future not likely to happen, but just might...

In my future, I've seen many possibilities. I've made friends, and enemies. I've lived great experiences. In one, I was even flying!

My future is pretty much the same as my present, and my past. As I said. They're all jumble and mix of dreams and realities. They're me. They're my story. The story I've just told. The story you've just listened to.

~ • ~

My story.



αят • Simply beautiful...
By myself :: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥



ησтєѕ • For Apple...
Just a few notes and such on my form. I hope you don't count this as an extra. Others are posting things like this, but I've decided to just do this, to avoid spam.
♥ First off, as you know, I went on holiday. So we worked out our little agreement. I just want to thank you again, for that, and allowing me to try for my dream Kiamara. So thank you, Apple.
♥ Secondly, unless I misunderstood are little agreement, I believe I was allowed to add art during the extra time. If I'm not, just ignore all but the first three hearts in the 'art' section. I would appreciate if you looked at the others, though.
♥ Everything on this form is made by myself.
♥ All spelling and grammer is from my country, so if a word is spelt differently, that is why. I was rushing slightly, when typing my story, so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes in it.
♥ Unlike others, I didn't really divide my story into past, present and future sections. Just paragraphs and short chapters. I'm sorry if I was meant to have special sections, but this was jut my understanding of it.
♥ All art made by me was using a touchpad/trackpad.
♥ This extra 'notes' section, and the quotes are not intended to be extras. I'm so sorry if they are.
♥ happy-stabby has given permission to use Elderine in the story.



" ι кησω ι'м σ∂∂ αη∂ ∂郃єяєηт, αη∂ тнαт ι'м ησт яєαℓℓу тнє ѕαмє.
уєт ѕтιℓℓ ι'м ℓινιηg ιη тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂, αη∂ αм тяυℓу ℓσνє∂ ву αℓℓ.
ιт'ѕ α¢тυαℓℓу qυιтє αмαzιηg, вєιηg тнє ѕρяιηg ƒℓσωєя, ιη тнє ƒαℓℓ. "



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There. I think I'm about done. I hope your mind is blown, Apple. cx

Good luck with judging! <3

[Nodell]

Sorry, im droping out,


But huge congrats to the winner, shes a lovely girl c: