[ellyenchanted]

Username: Dew c:

Kia's name: Wolf - a name for a big tough guy, but really he is nerdy and shy.

Gender: Male

Accessory: Wolf carries his bright orange book bag everywhere. He goes to the library and comes home with the bag filled with interesting nonfiction books. He was given the bag by his grandfather when he was a little kia. When his Grandpappy died, Wolf felt like it was the last remnant of him. It's highly important to him, as it symbolizes love and knowledge.

Extra; Story: Wolf opened his eyes to warm morning sunlight. He stretched out on the long soft patch of fresh grass, enjoying the warmth. The birds were singing and a warm breeze was blowing, all was perfect. Soft paws padding came to his attention, and he turned his head to find his Grandpappy walking towards him. Wolf smiled brightly and asked, "Good morning! Where are Ma and Pa?"
But as he came closer, Wolf realized his Grandpappy was limping, and his face was grim and solemn. "Wolf..." he started, then winced. "We need to talk..."
The still very young kiamara looked up, his eyes wide and fearful. "W-what happened...?" But somehow he knew... Ma and Pa weren't coming home.

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Amber leaves floated down from the trees. Wolf was trotting back from the library, his tail curled around a thick book about nocturnal animals. He spotted a few kiamaras not far away, laughing at him. They giggled and called him names, 'Nerd! Weirdo!' Wolf frowned and continued on his way. He learned to get used to their mockery. The sight of his comfy den that he shared with his Grandpappy cheered him up. The teenage kiamara padded in, welcomed by a small fire in the fireplace, and his Grandpappy sitting in his old wooden rocking chair, snoring softly.
"Grandpappy!" he called.
"H-huh what..?" Grandpappy exclaimed, his eyes popping open. "O-oh I'm awake I'm awake!" Wolf smiled and sat down in the chair opposite of his Grandpappy. He unfurled his book form his tail, and began flipping through pages.
"This new book I got is neat" Wolf said, beaming. He then sighed, "It's unfortunate I couldn't bring more"
His Grandpappy frowned, then grinned. "I've got just the thing!" He clambered down from the chair, and wobbled over to his big chest of things. He went rummaging through the stuff, tossing teddy bears, strange bottles of dark liquids, a sword, a telescope, and multiple other things. "Here we go!" He shouted excitedly, bringing over a bright orange bag, perfect for lots of books.
"Wow! It's great!" Wolf exclaimed, brimming with happiness. He gave his Grandpappy a hug. "Thank you Thank you Thank you!"

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It was a cold winter's night, and Wolf sat alone in his den. He stared longingly at the empty rocking chair. It had been a week since his beloved Grandpappy passed away of a deadly sickness. A tear trickled down his face, and he shut his eyes, as if when he would open them his Grandpappy would be right there, smiling at him. When he opened them again he was faced with a complete and utter emptiness. A gaping hole was left in his heart, where his Grandpappy was supposed to be. Memories flooded his mind. His first tree climb, the time he fell down and his Ma and Grandpappy rushed to the rescue. But now he was gone...they were all gone.

Wolf sighed and his eyes wandered to the orange book bag lying on the round carpet. He never realized how important it could be to him. It was just a bag, right? No, it was something more.

"Grandpappy, I miss you so much. I should have done something more to help you! I should have saved you!" he cried out.

Then he spotted something he had never seen before. A heart was carved into the side of his chair. The tears flowed down freely now. The huge hole in his heart closed up, just a little bit. Wolf knew that his Grandpappy loved him, and Wolf loved his Grandpappy. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes and laid where he was, his mind whirling with thoughts and memories.

[Pumpkin Cupcake]

Username: .:MoonShadow:.
Kia's name: Rainstorm. When I observed him for a bit, the name generated in my head. His soft colors blending together makes it seems as if his pelt was a landscape of a gentle storm.
Gender: Male
Accessory: Rainstorm has an earring on his left ear, a silver stud. It may seem that this earring has no purpose other than a simple accessory, but it has a story behind it.

~As a child, Rainstorm always looked up to his father. He was always there at anytime he made something new or went exploring. They had a strong relationship. But one evening, as Rainstorm was trying to fall asleep, he heard his parents arguing. After a while he heard crying and running pawprints before the sounds drew farther and farther away. Later in the night he was woken by his father. "I must talk to you son," he said, laying gently beside Rainstorm. "I must go off to another part of Earth. There are troubles there, and Kimaras are being called to help. I am going there to volunteer. I will be gone for quite some time." Rainstorm was heartbroken and had turned his head away, soft tears forming at his eyelids. His father lay his ears back and cuddled with his son one more time before standing up and walking away. It was a very sad time in Rainstorm's life.

~Four weeks later, and Rainstorm had not thought about his dad. With his mother pacing around and leaving often, Rainstorm was often alone. He was never aloud to go outside, or sometimes even out of his room. As this day passed along, an older Kimara arrived at the entrance. He was going along to Kimara's living areas to tell them any news about their family members or housemates off in that area Rainstorm's father had gone off to. Rainstorm was alone today, so he went up to talk to this Kimara. He shared grave news, his ears back and his head low. "Your father is no longer here." After this he lifted his head and trotted away, not leaving another word in Rainstorm's head. But he pricked his ears as the old creature came near again, dropping one single earring on the ground in front of Rainstorm's paws. "Your father sent this to you, just in case he did not make it." Then he was off. Rainstorm looked down at this object, tears rolling slowly down his face as he attached it to his left ear.

~Rainstorm never took off that earring again. It was a precious treasure to him. His mother never cared much. Soon enough, Rainstorm moved out and went to live his life. Every day he thinks of his father now, remembering that one tragic day when the old Kimara told him the news. He never forgot.

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[Joelle_grace]

Username:doglover6365
Kia's name:café another meaning for brown
Gender: Male
Accessorie:brown dj head phones around his neck

[Alaskie]

Username: Alaskie <3
Kia's name: Appario
Gender: Male
Accessory: Art by myself ^^ http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... 1370621933 He wears this pendant around his neck as a symbol of love and peace <3

[Vaughn.]

❄ Username: ❄
Vaughn
❄ Kia's name: ❄
Aleksei
Russian boy name meaning 'defender; brilliant'
Why? "Siberian" husky, of course.
Siberia makes up about 77% of Russian territory.
Plus, I thought a Russian kiamara would be very cute.
In reasons more specific to his name, Aleksei is utterly loyal and caring to friends and family.
The jolly kia would do anything for them.
His warm smile, heart, and soul that can light up anybody's face truly makes him brilliant.
❄ Gender: ❄
Male
❄ Accessorie: ❄
Aleksei wears a 'ushanka', a Russian fur cap with ear flaps. Why?
He has a fondness of cold and snowy areas, but also enjoys being warm and cozy.
His cap provides that needed extra warmth along with his fur to satisfy him.
Since I plan on making him Russian if I win him, why not make the accessory related to Russia?
It is white since that is his favorite color, because it reminds him of snow.
He usually has his ears poking out of it, but will keep them inside it if too cold.
Below, is a picture of him sporting it. Real snazzy, yes?

Art by me

❄ Extra: ❄
For my extra, I choose art.
It is my favorite way of expressing myself and I'm not the best of writers.
Chibi
Headshot
I have another image in the works, but it's taking awhile so I may not have it done in time. I decided to draw a headshot instead, since I won't finish at this rate.

[icseal]

Username:
Icseal
Kia's name:
Calligraphy/Calli
Gender:
Male
Accessories:
A Paint brush Necklace;; Calli thinks there's always a time you need something to jot/paint down something, that the worl dis artistic.

[izzydrink]

 Username:
:Marta:
    Kia's name:
Prinz (german for prince)
    Gender: Male
Accessorie:
Feather around front left leg. He also where's two blue and purple socks around his back legs.

This Kia is the always in charge type. He looks out for others and is very loyal to everykia.

I have never had a kia before!

[kona.]

Username: Jar Jar Wolfie
Kia's name: Jak
Meaning: 'Strong' in Serbian.
Gender: Male
Accessory: A long, black wool scarf that almost reaches the ground, has black fringe at the end on each end, and has a white bear pawprint on each side near the end.
Personality: Jak is kind, friendly, and brave. He works well in a team and protects others. He loves to play sports and loves the snow, so Winter is his favorite season. He's well-mannered and good-tempered, and rarely gets mad or upset. He's also very competitive, which can be annoying when playing any kind of sport or game with him.

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.:Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:.

.:Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:.

Hello, I am I<3TheWanted.

Zedd is a handsome male kia

.:Aᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀʏ:.

This bracelet is very important to Zedd. It has been passed down threw his family for generations. It is also the last remnant he has left of his mother. He wears it proudly on his right front paw, he never, ever takes it off. He protects it with his life. Losing it would be the equivalent of losing his mother all over again.
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[versicolor]

❝ｔｈｅ ｍａｒｔｙｒ ｄｉｅｓ ａｎｄ ｈｉｓ ｒｕｌｅ ｂｅｇｉｎｓ❞

Username:
Jelli
Kia's name:
Harry
Gender:
Male
Accessory:
A crown of ivy. (also known as the poet's crown)
>> This accessory is significant to him because of the symbolism behind it. Ivy symbolizes life, eternity, charity, protection, determination, and clarity of thought. These are all things important to him, so he wishes to express that through what he wears. Also, it is sort of symbol of rebellion. His pack is very prejudiced against Kiamaras that do not fall within the standards of "normal". Harry does not agree with this, and wears the ivy to signal his distaste for their policies. As a result, he is an outcast in the pack for the most part.

Story:
He watched them, his brown eyes burning with pure disgust. They taunted the poor girl for having PPS syndrome. They were having an awful contest, seeing who could make her cry first. He didn't understand how they had the heart to do something so despicable, it was beyond him. He wanted to cry, but he knew he couldn't. He knew if he showed any weakness, they would come for him too. He hated them with a passion, and he wished he were brave enough to stand up to them. He was far too sensitive, too afraid of what they might do to him. He hated himself for that. Then, he thought about it. Why should they get to have so much power over him? He would rather it be him than her. He had to do something, he couldn't just stand idly by. In a rash decision, he decided to stand up against the hierarchy that he despised so much.

"Hey, stop that would'ya?" Their heads snapped around, he suddenly regretted his words. Their eyes glared at him with a sort of cruel look. They intimidated him, and they knew it.

"What 'cha gonna do?" One of the males sneered. They were much larger thab Harry. They could waste him in a matter of minutes if they wanted. While the others were distracted, the female Kiamara took this as an opportunity to run. She sprinted as fast as she could away from there.

"Nothing," He answered. "Your victim has already gotten away." The others males looked around frantically for the Kiamara they had been torturing so mercilessly. When they had realized she was gone, their anger was almost uncontrollable.

"Fine, die a martyr if ya want. I swear we'll kill ya!" The largest of the three males almost yelled. Harry could see their muscles tensing, he was afraid. He was afraid they would kill him, he knew they could. But did they have the guts?

"No you won't, you spineless, supremacist pig!" He spat at them. "You won't kill me, you never will. I can see it in your eyes, you're all cowards. There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.” A sort of terrifying passion burned within Harry. They stared at him with disbelief, taken by surprise by his words.

"Yeah, yeah your righteous preaching means nothing." One of they stuttered. They were at a loss for words. Harry had been right. They were just as afraid as he was. "You better hide, cause next time we wont hesitate!"With that, they ran, wanting to avoid conflict.

"That won't be necessary." Harry muttered. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted ivy suffocating a nearby tree. He pulled a segment from the tree, and swiftly fashioned it into a wreath. He had remembered a book that he read detailing the symbolism of ivy. He wasn't going to let them shut him up. He placed the tangled crown neatly onto his head, nestling it within his mass of dark hair. All it took was twenty seconds of foolish bravery. Why was he not satisfied? He knew they would just go after another poor soul. All Harry wanted was to be able to protect everyone, but he knew he couldn't. And he hated himself for that

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