View topic - Kiamara #312

My gallery · by **Cane** » Thu Jul 04, 2013 11:21 am

Don't have enough time to do this Anymore ):
Very lovely design though Blue!

My gallery · by **susie.** » Thu Jul 04, 2013 2:31 pm

likes
|quiet
|being alone
|trees
|swamps
|frogs
|snakes
|feeling secure
|having shelter

dislikes
|loud
|annoying things
|people
|everything else

All I wanted was a place to stay for the night.... That's all I wanted, was that to much to ask? When there are monsters outside ready to kill you at any moment they got. A place to stay was all I asked for. It happened not to long ago, the zombie infestation, that is. It all happened when scientist needed new shoulders for their army, or something like that. I'm not sure how it completely played out but all I know is now there are undead creatures walking the streets and it caused me to be... Like this, half monster, half Kiamara, the swamp is what keeps me from completely changing. I don't now how, but I guess the atmosphere change and air stops the progress of the infection. Now, I'm forced to stay here or I'll become a freak like pretty much everyone else. People who are alive fray from this place so I spend my lonely days here. Mostly tending to the snakes and other life that's here, but other then that, might as well tell the story. It all started when the first wave of the infected filled the area that I lived in with my family, now knowing us we had to leave and go to a quarantined area. But, on the way there we crashed into the swamp, the fire was enhanced by the enriched oxidized air which caused the fire to grow bigger and make the car explode when it hit the gas tank. Lucky me, I got out before my parents did and they burnt to a crisp. Sadly I was very young at the time and couldn't fend for my self, and all our supplies that we packed were destroyed in the explosion. So, I had nothing, unlucky for me the explosion attracted a lot of zombies to my area. I couldn't fend for my self so all I could do was run. I came across an armored house and knocked on the door franticly, I knew there was someone there. But they never opened the door, I screamed and scratched at the door. Then when I turned around it was to late, they were to close. One bit me on the leg and another one bit my neck, I remember the immense pain as they tried to make a snack of me. The last thing I muttered was,"Shelt...." When I meant to say Shelter cause that's all I wanted. Since I don't remember my real name. That is my new name, any way. Something snapped and I was able to fight them off and kill them, but I knew I would be a zombie soon. My skin rotted, but that's about it, I kept my mind together some how. But, these days I know not to trust anyone, not even my own kind.

gender
male

*****Art*****

My gallery · by **~ Castiel ~** » Fri Jul 05, 2013 4:31 am

good luck everyone, pulled out.

My gallery · by **Segie** » Fri Jul 05, 2013 11:45 am

Reserve.

"So you want to know about me, huh?" Tenebris slowly scrapes his claws in the dirt, leaving a mark. "I am Tenebris." He says in a dark, bone chilling voice. "It means Darkness in the Latin." He smiles mischievously. "Now tell me, are you afraid of the dark?"

My Characters · by **Robyn Hode.** » Fri Jul 05, 2013 12:21 pm

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I woke up
I was stuck in a dream
you were there
You were tearing up everything...

Seven

Standing in the midst of a foreign place, you try to look around to find something familiar but nothing strikes your memory, nothing seems right. The trees that surrounded you seemed haunting, it seems as if they are laughing at you. Mist surrounds the space you stand, grasping everything in its reach. As you look around something catches your eyes,glowing green orbs stood out in the mist and it seems as if they were coming closer. The creature stands before you, standing still. Emotion showed upon its face, not one but several. Switching from sadness, to humor, then so mocking anger, then back to sadness. It seems as if something inside was hurting this creature. Slowly you walk towards it.

"What's your name?" You wondered.

The creature chuckled softly. "You ask so quickly child, some of the more unnecessary questions. But since you asked. I call myself Seven. It isn't my real name but still, call me Seven."

Gender:
Male

And we all know how to fake it, baby
we all know what we've done...

When you snap a twig in half its forced to change to something else for the better, or maybe for the worst. It becomes something new. That's what happened to me when I was a pup I was forced to change, to become that two broken halves of a once perfect whole.

When I was a pup I was always the odd one out, while other pups were being called princesses or the cutest pup alive I was being called a mistake. I would often sit alone wondering why I wouldn't be allowed to play with the other pups or why none of them wouldn't talk to me. I was innocent and confused, I was naïve. After a couple of years sitting there, I finally left that place. It took several years after that to find out that they were actually afraid of me, that they thought I was something different. I grieved for as long as I remember, I wanted to be normal. I wanted to have friends, to have that chance at being that one popular pup. I wanted to not be feared. That was the years that I felt the most weak. I worried too much, and I wanted something that was impossible. I was weak for seven years. That's when I started calling myself Seven, after I stopped grieving for the impossible and after I became a new person.

I don't know what made me call myself Seven, maybe it was because I didn't want to go back to those years that I felt most hurt that I didn't want to be reminded of. Or maybe it was a smaller detail, like maybe seven was my favorite number back when I was a pup or maybe I just liked the word seven. I don't know why I did but to me it was better than my name that I was given because I never wanted to go back nor be reminded of it.

Before I snapped and became the person I am I was happy for a time, or so I thought. Maybe it wasn't true happiness but there was something there. I tried to reach my dreams of having friends and becoming popular. I roamed to different place met new people. It seemed like the best thing it the world but it wasn't. I was often let down by the people I met. They would not talk to me at the start or when they would find about my past they pulled back and started to get distant. Each time that happened I would often leave that place to start fresh in a new place with new scenery but each time I did I was let down time after time. I grew sad but then at the same time rage built inside. It started out small but each let down fed that small anger ending up for it to swallow me whole in its rage. I grew more distant when I visited a new town I would stop talking to people and if someone had I would snap at them. At first I was surprised at myself then after long it grew normal. I didn't like to talk to anyone or anything anymore. I didn't want to get hurt.

we must be killers
children of the wild ones
killers
where we got left to run?

Seven personality is quite cold, he has built a brick wall around him, metaphorically, hoping he wont get hurt again. He thinks that being tough and mean will make him not get hurt anymore and a little part of him is afraid that it wont work. Seven is quite arrogant but he likes to pull it off as being wise. He is also selfish, he thinks that since what they have done to him in the past that he can reciprocate it back at them. Even though he has created this cold hearted persona for him self, inside he's just a scared little pup who wants a friend. Once and a while his true self will slip and he'll try to cover it up as quickly as he can with a snarky remark or a hurtful comment.

Killer, Killer, Killer, Killer...

Set my body free.

•Scaring people- It ties in with the dislike of feeling weak. In that time when Seven did feel weak he hated it so much that he felt the need to reciprocate that pain to others so now he goes around scaring people getting the pleasure from their weakness.

•Being Wise- Seven likes to think and say he's wise even though sometimes he isn't. He thinks that things from his past makes him wiser than any other being so he automatically gets to say he's wise, even if he says something stupid or does something totally stupid that isn't all that wise.

•Solitude- Seven likes being alone because since the problems with his past has caused him to hate people and others of his kind, they caused him too much pain and he would rather like to be alone then feel that pain alone even if it meant for him to feel weak again.

•Ducks - He likes animals but ducks in general he likes most, he doesn't know what about them that he likes he just think their funny and he can sit and watch them for a long periods of time. He also has a plushy duck that he carries around with him sometimes. But he feels closer to ducks since he tells his plushy everything and he thinks he could easily tell the ducks everything too.

•The smell of smoke- He likes the smell of smoke for some reason. The smell of smoke reminds him of home, though he doesn't know where home is yet it reminds him of it and he would go through long distances to find that home.

•Dreams- Seven likes dreams because its almost as if he can escape from reality, pain, and his life for a few moments even if its not real. Also his dream and mostly fun and exciting so he likes that about them to but when he says he like dreams that all he'll say about them not that he likes to escape from himself.

•Feeling weak - He hates feeling weak because it never helped when he did. When someone would ask why He hated the feeling he would often reply back saying that he got no where with the feeling and it reminded him of unwanted memories.

•Bringing up the past - Seven feels as if he is being held back by unwanted feelings, he feels that if he keeps it all to himself and bottles all the bad feelings and memories that they'll just go away. Bringing up the past annoys him and even angers him to a point that he can't stand it. He would rather go through torture than bring it up.

•Children- He thinks they're too noisy and naïve of the world and the pain around him. He just wishes that they would feel his pain and knew how he felt when he was a pup.

•People who are full of themselves- Seven finds people in general annoying but people who are full of themselves more because to him he thinks people like that would never help or like to get to know pups like him so he would always ignore them because he would rather waste his time trying to find happiness than hear the people talk about themselves.

The silver tigers
and the moonlight running.
and the wind in the trees
singing do you believe?

art:

^By Me^

•By Me•By me•By me•By me•

^By KikiPond^

•By Pocketmouse•By Pocketmouse•By Big City Kitty•Beautiful art by Koifish•By bluekibby•

I was confused and hurt. Running through different towns but all I got were the same reactions over and over. What was it about me that got that? Was it my looks? or was it something else that scared them off? Even though I got pushed away several times I didn't know why I was trying still. I slowly sighed as I walked into this new town, hoping for a friend finally. Hoping for new reactions. But as it slowly fell around me in seconds I wasn't disappointed because part of me was used to this and knew this was going to happen. I tried to look down as they stared, it felt like holes were beaming into me hurting my very existence. I looked up finally to see someone in front of me staring. I tried to ignore the stare but it hurt so much.
"Hello, what town is this?" I asked.

She stood there shocked, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. "Um, well." She looked around shocked still. "I'm sorry." was the last words before she ran off.

I slumped down hurt even more before slowly walking towards this abandoned part of town. As I finally found a place to rest I settled down, thinking about what had just happened. Tears started to stream down my face. I didn't know why I kept trying why I wanted this so bad that I had to go through this. The hurtful words, comments and stares whirled through my mind causing the pain all over again. I buried my head into my paws as the tears streamed down more. I didn't want this no more, I didn't want to be hurt anymore. I slowly wiped the tears away as anger slowly boiled inside of me. I wanted not to feel this pain anymore and part of me wanted them to feel what they put onto me. I wanted to snap back at them, to hurt them also. I was shocked at myself but I wanted this so bad. I got up feeling stronger then ever and I started to run, I wanted to get out of this town away from the hurt and pain I wanted to go where this had all started I wanted to restart everything. Even if it meant that I had to hurt them to get it

It was the first Halloween that I had been out, I don't know why I'm out here now but something intrigued me to come out this year. I sat in the dark behind a tree for several minutes. Watching the kids yell as the ran around in circles, up into driveways. They were giggling, and laughing like nothing could harm them, it made me mad for some reason that they could be so careless and naïve of the world. I wanted to do something about it but I didn't know what. I was about to turn around and walk back home to sort out my problems when I heard a scream, it pierced the air. It was so frightening that it made me turn around and look. The child who had screamed was laying on the pavement bawling its eyes out. I could pull it off as its fault because what I saw next was curious to me. Looking beside the child was glowing red eyes. No other human had saw them because they had their attention on the child, but I saw them and the dark smile that matched the eyes. It frightened me a bit but then I wanted to see what it was. Quickly passing through the shadows and bushes I finally saw what had scared the kid. The kiamara was older and ragged, from its looks you could instantly figure out its characteristics. I was confused because this older kiamara somehow represented me in a way. As it looked over and saw me its smile grew more distinct.
"'Ey kid," The Kiamara said in a rugged voice"What are you doing here."

"I would have asked the same question. Why did you scare that kid?"

The kiamara laughed, almost like it was mocking me."Because they deserved to be, don't you think?"

"Don't really hang around them that much to really figure out."

The kiamara huffed. "I would have liked to do the same, but they intrigued me and now I'm stuck with em."

"So everyday you just...scare them?"

"Not everyday just holloween. Adds to the excitement."

"Why do you do it?" I asked, I was sort of scared of the answer but I didn't Know what was to come.

"Revenge."
I shook my head confused of the answer. "Why?"

"They hurt me in the past. They tried to kill my brothers. They took away my happiness. So I think I should do the same to them"

I thought about the answer before finally accepting it. I nodded and looked out onto the street to where the families and kids had finally resumed walking and being careless. I smiled out on the street thinking that it would be fun to finally get payback to finally reciprocate the pain that happened to me back at someone. To finally feel that chance at happiness.

The kiamara looked back at the streets before talking again. "What's your name kid?"

I didn't know whether to tell him my actual name, the one I had been given as a pup. But then I remembered one word that popped into my head and my smile broadened "Seven. My name is seven."

"Well, Seven. Lets teach you some skills at scarin' children."

We all know how to fake it, baby,
And now we know it's gone.

My gallery · by **Kawartsii** » Fri Jul 05, 2013 2:40 pm

Reserved owo

I might as well try out for one, rather than look at them.

My gallery · by **Alva.** » Fri Jul 05, 2013 3:12 pm

At first I thought this boy was like any other Kia, but now.... oh gosh, I've never felt like this before, it's like he wants me to try out. Goodness, I know I'm a little late, but I have to try out for him. ^^

So a very possible reserve.

Cain

"'Cause it's what I raise."

"You've come along way; venturing into the muggy swamp, through gator-infested waters, and all for what? To see me?" Cain snorted. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Every-Kia knows I'm not one to pester. I am the embodiment of your nightmares, and my home; the setting of every horror story. And yet, you still wish to meet me?"

"...very well, if you're that interested, I suppose you and I can delve into a few of my secrets..."

"My name is Cain, which you clearly already know. My original name is long forgotten, and I don't wish to recall it. I later chose the name Cain, as I feel this describes me better, don't you agree? Well, many others do, so your opinion is meaningless. Anyways, I was quite the trouble maker in my youth; always pulling hair, tripping my unsespecting victims, and far, far worse. I ran away from home when I was young, and again, I don't wish to talk about my parents; all I will say is that they left a bitter taste on my tongue."

Don't expect me to reveal anymore about my paste; letting loose your secrets can be a great weakness, as that is how others threaten you."

THIS IS ALL A WIP, NOT EVERYTHING IS PERMANENT. JUST A ROUGH DRAFT.

My gallery · by **ADVENDIR »** » Sat Jul 06, 2013 8:46 am

N A M E |

(

meaning ruler of the people

)

G E ND E R |

(

the picture DOES say male

)

P E R S O N A L I T Y |

TEMPERAMENTAL

AGGRESSIVE

TERRITORIAL

POSSESSIVE

NARROW-MINDED

FLEXIBLE

BRUTALLY HONEST

SARCASTIC

H I S T O R Y |

L I K E S |

LOGIC GAMES

PAIN

FIRE or SMOKE

SICKNESS

CURSES

LEGENDS or MYTHS

WATER

D I S L I K E S |

✖ GRIEF
✖ CHILDREN
✖ SPONTANEOUS CHARACTERS
✖ DEPRESSION
✖ PEOPLE IN GENERAL
✖ SHOWING AFFECTION
✖ THE 'VOICES'

A R T | here, here, [url=?]here[/url]

My gallery · by **rosepetal50** » Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:04 am

rosepetal50

I've said it before and I'll say it again. My name means swamp.

I'm a guy. Got a problem?

Some people say that I can be a bit moody, but I don't think that's the case. I'm quiet, but I can get mad easily. When people do things that aren't right I always want to jump on their back an wrangle them like a crocodile, but I try not to. Some people say that doing that won't make me a very good person. Too bad I can't always keep a cool head. Sarcasm is my specialty and what I automatically resort to in any conversation. I don't do all the touchy feely things because that's just gross. I mean, gross stuff is okay, but not that kind. I've heard that I can be brutal and aggressive in some situations but stupid people make things difficult and let me tell you, there are a lot of stupid people in this world. A lot of people think I'm scary. I don't see why, all I do is live by myself at the edge of a swamp.

I love to be out in the swamp. That is my home, after all. I like all the usual things people do in swamps. Fishing, hunting, stuff like that. Oh, and chasing crocodiles. Yeah, that's always fun. I'm not big on cleaning up people's messes, but I always hate when I see litter around. It just gives me a temper. I also have this hobby of ghost hunting, though I wouldn't necessarily call it that. People call me up when they're seeing strange and unnatural things... things that they call freaky. Usually I tell them to just deal with it, but almost every time I do eventually make my way over there to check it out.

Well, I told you what I like doing around the swamp, but I must say I love seafood. I mean sure, crocodile on a stick isn't bad, but shrimp... no fried shrimp is the best. I also like the color green. No, not neon green. More like... swamp green? I also prefer the peace and quiet of nature to the blaring city. Noxious fumes, cigarette butts, I feel like throwing up now. Environmentally conscious? What?!? No, I'm not. I just... like my spot clean. I also have a certain love for the unnatural. The weird things, the ones that no one else ever talks about... or even dreams about. Call me crazy (actually don't, I might rip your head off), but that's just what interests me. Hmm... maybe that's one of the reasons people think I'm scary? Naahhh.

Litter. Ugh, it just sets me off. I could go on a whole vent about it right now... any other things? Hmm... oh yeah, I don't like people who thing they're better than everybody else. It makes me want to give them a punch right in the nose and see how better they are when they have a busted nose. Yeah. I also don't like bright colors. I prefer the ones that are darker and more mysterious.

Haha, my view on horror movies? Don't make me laugh. I'm all about them! Pshh, I thought you were going to ask a serious question!

When I first saw him, you have no idea, my mind was blown. I've been looking for a boy kiamara for a while, but all the designs I'd seen were not what I was looking for. I mean, they were okay, but nothing special like this kiamara. When this one came along, I was so happy! I've never really been into scary movies, I know I feel like a wimp, but I'd get really scared after watching them (like, years after watching them), but this kiamara really connects to me. Maybe he'll be the link to getting over these scary movies! The reason I chose the swamp theme was not only because of his markings, though. I actually live quite close to a swamp (one might say almost on the edge of it) and that is one of the places I know best considering that swamps were the only interesting thing near us beside living in a historic city. I've hiked around the swamps and know a thing or two about them. Anywho, I've also been looking for a way to get into a roleplay for a while now so what better way than by introducing a totally new kiamara? Mwahaha! This is my evil master plan! No, jk, I just love this kiamara and would love to rp him ^-^

It was the dead of night when I entered the house. Everything was silent. There were no animal noises or crickets, even the water was still. The brackish green color of the water didn't reflect any moonlight through the small windows and wicked looking trees covered half of them anyway. There were no actual panes I noticed looking around the main room. The room was fairly deserted. There was a small chair, meant for a young child, with a little rubber ball next to it, and an island separating the main room from the kitchen. There were two doors. I looked behind each of them, going through spiderwebs as the doors creaked open. One was a bedroom and the other was a bathroom. I looked around the house again, somewhat disappointed. I had expected something a little more... I don't know, unnatural? I had been traveling for a while, asking around the locals for the oddest, freakiest place they could think of. All of them had pointed me to this lot by the swamp. The house was really more of a cabin and it was raised off the ground with stilts in order to keep it from flooding during the wet season. A wind gusted up as I took one last look and was about to shut the door when a three feathers floated in. They were a dark reddish color, the color of dried blood, and I almost didn't spot them, but I had keen eyes. I followed them with my eyes into the house and then walked in myself, searching for where they went. Finally, I found them, stuck to one of the walls as if pinned there. I looked around suspiciously, wondering, when I heard a creak. A part of the wall the feathers were stuck to swung in, a hole just large enough for someone such as me to slip into. I grabbed the feathers and slipped into the crevice. There were stairs leading down. Into the swamp? I wondered. I followed them until I reached the floor. It was cemented and cold. My keen night vision was barely enough to help me here. I had thought it was pretty dark upstairs, but this, this was complete darkness. I thought about another thing. I should have seen the outside of the stairwell from outside... I was pretty sure there was nothing under the house. I put my hands out in front of me and walked forward into the darkness. Something crunched under my feet and I grimaced. I stooped down and fingered what I had stepped on. Yep, definitely bones. I didn't have a problem with bones, but I was curious as to why they were here and why they had decided to die down here rather than upstairs.Maybe there wasn't a choice the little voice in my head said. I brushed the thought away and stood up again. I walked forward again until a bumped into something. I handled it, feeling for something signifying what it was. I found a place where a lock had once been, though a quick assessment told me that the rusted lock had fallen off. I ran my hand over it again, deciding it was a trunk of some sort and definitely holding something interesting. I opened the chest and found inside two spoons and a couple pieces of paper. I couldn't read the paper in the dark, but I held the spoons. What are these for? I asked myself. Shaking my head, I stood up and walked back to where I thought the stairs were. They weren't there. I ran my finger along the wall as I started walking, feeling a sudden sense of dread. The room seemed to go on forever until I hit a corner. Maybe there wasn't a choice the voice echoed in my head. I continued all the way around the room and then back to the center until I bumped into the chest again. The papers had taken on an eerie glow and now I could read them. In scraggy handwriting on each sheet of paper, it read: Start digging. I felt panic set in as I looked at the two spoons, also glowing in my hands. Suddenly, the light from the oddities went out and I was left in darkness again.

by: Me

Ever wonder who I hang out with? - Me
How am I in profile? - Me
Maybe I like being a lake monster in my free time... - Me
Got my good side? - Me
Ever wonder how easy croc wrestling is? - Me
Hello again. - Me
I bet you've never been possessed before -_- - Me
Sometimes I just get the shivers... - Me
Green eyes, huh? I bet mine are better. - Me
There's a little devil in me. - Me (lines by -RockyMountain-)
Them bloody red feathers. - Me
Mhmm. Yeah, I don't think I believe you. - Me (lines by Kaizoku)
Don't make me have to come over there - Me
Oh snap. - Me
So you like ghost stories? Bet I have a few good ones. - Me
Just let me think for a minute. - Me (lines by Gwen Trix)
I do admit, I have a few pretty scary faces. - Me
Life is full of trials.- Me
Bright colored flowers just get to me. - Me

Pixel - Me
Quench the Last Light - Me
Welcome to the Swamp - Me
Feather Pixel - Me
Personality; Angry - Me
Favorite Activities; Fishing - Me
Likes; Croc On A Stick - Me
Likes; Shrimp - Me
Dislikes; Comic Strip - Me
3 Common Emotions - Me
Horror Movies; Best Part - Me
Horror Story; Hand w/ feathers - Me
Animation - Me

Anger is just another word for I'm going to bite your head off. - Eeveeprincess01
Yeah, ghost hunting is a hobby. - .SarahBear.
Don't look behind you. - hasuki
*growl* - candy;
You talkin' to me? - Koakimo
Here we go. - VioletStar729
Moody? Me? Noooo. - wolfwarrior144
Go and smell the swamp water! - Fuzzy Keldeo

Hex Codes:
Mane and Neck: 93936F
Stripe-things and Tail: 363229
Main Body: 494A3A
Paws and Mane: 171612
Spots: 677504
Lower Horns: AEB85F
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My gallery · by **euro22** » Sat Jul 06, 2013 12:59 pm

Reserved With the name Edgar ;w;

Kiamara #312 by guqqi

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EVERYTHING'S A WIP!

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