My username is Volatile Clockhands.
I would name this gorgeous boy Luka. The name, ironically meaning light, is one I have loved for a long time. I have desperately tried to draw and write about a character of this name, but to no avail. It never really suited any of them. However, the name came to my mind as soon as I saw this Kiamara.
Male, no questions there.
Though the fact that he will never be able to see hurts Luka like an icy knife in the heart, the reason he despises being blind is because he has lost one thing that was exceptionally important to him. Luka was once a proud, rather arrogant Kiamara, who was popular and well liked. But when he was blinded, he had to rely on others to help him, and his fierce pride was left in ruins, leaving a lonely and spirit-broken Kiamara behind. Though others constantly seek to aid him, it hurts Luka even more to be treated like a clumsy child.
Fix you - Coldplay
When you try your best,
but you don't succeed...
When you get what you want,
but not what you need...
When you feel so tired,
but you can't sleep.
Stuck in reverse.
And the tears come
streaming down your face.
When you lose something
you can't replace.
When you love someone,
but it goes to waste.
Could it be worse?
The darkly embellished kiamara put a paw against the fence. The links were cool and smooth after the rainy winter day. He turned his intricate chocolate coloured eyes to glance behind him aknowledging the group of about seven others who stood behind him, eyes watching intently. The boy smiled. He turned back to the fence, slipping a paw gently through a bottom link.
“Luka. Wait.” A soft voice said behind him.
“Are you sure about this?”
Luka turned. His best friend, Nate, a mottled brown kiamara, gazed at him with concern.
The brown and black kiamara smiled charmingly again.
“Nate, chill. I’ll be fine. No one’s been here in centuries. It's empty.”
Adrenalin rushed through Luka. The abandoned laboratory had sat gloomy and grey on the horizon for as long as the young kiamaras could remember.
No one had ever been in, the oppressive air around the place was scary enough, and none had tried to scale the goliath fence.
Until now.
Radiating confidence, Luka placed his other forepaw in a link, above the last, following with his hind legs. He repeated this process again and again, until the reckless kiamara slowly began to find himself charging up the fence like a gecko on a brick wall. He became aware that he had reached the top when his right foreleg smacked into the top bar of the fence. Luka cursed in pain. He waited for the pain to subside with, annoyed, bated breaths. A sound below the brown-grey creature reached his furred ears, and he swung his head around to find it's source. It was the cheers of the other Kiamaras, which caused him to forget his irritation swiftly. With an arrogant smile and a wave to the crowd, Luka began his descent into the laboratory grounds.
With a small thud, the foolish kiamara landed on the ground. The soil was dark, almost black, and packed so hard that Luka felt like he was walking on cement. Some of the boy’s bravado had left him by now, and he could hear his own heart beating. In fact, that was the only thing he could hear. Not a bird was chirping, and the midnight blue thunderheads yielded no rain or lightning.
Without looking back, Luka padded silently up the long-abandoned path, up to the labratory.
The cluster of buildings were mostly rotting away. The once eye-burningly white walls were now a yellowish hue, and were mostly caved in. Luka wandered into one.The dust was so thick on the floor that the kiamara left dark pawprints in it. There was no light in the room, all of the lights had lost power long ago. Once Luka’s eyes adjusted to the gloom, he saw that there was nothing in the building but empty shelves. The next few minutes were spent with the boy nosing around for anything he could investigate, but there was nothing visible Just dust and decaying timber.
Crushed with disappointment that he hadn’t a trophy to bring back to his adoring fans, the young kiamara was heading for the doorway when he noticed a glint in the corner of his eye.
Up there! On a shelf above his head, Luka could see a vial of greenish liquid.
Perfect! Luka climbed clumsily on to the desk below the vial. He reached up with a paw.
Missed!
But the daredevil wouldn’t give up so easily. He stretched out a claw as far as it could go. If he could just push it closer to the edge...
There was a sharp grinding sound. Time felt like it sped up. Luka was vaguely aware of the shatter of the vial, though he was more focused on his eyes, which were beginning to burn as the liquid from the vial drenched his face. The young kiamara cried out. His vision began to blur.
A moment later, everything became darkness.
