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Pandasilk

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Still thinking about it.

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Male

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Why does this Kiamara never open its mouth?:

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Dew.

Sorridere, which is smile in Italian. He only goes by Sorrid.

Male

It was a cold and windy night, a day that no pregnant female would want to have a child. But she was in labor, and there was nothing they could do about it. She lay in an old den, her mate curled up beside her protectively. He encouraged her with a comforting nudge. In a matter of minutes, a peculiar looking baby entered the world. The female beamed and cried tears of joy, cuddling the baby close to her belly. Her mate smiled and nuzzled the new baby boy.
The first thing the new mother noticed was not his almost eerie pelt, but his sweet smiled and wise eyes. She laughed and whispered, "I'll call you...Sorridere."
Her mate curled his tail around his new family. "It's perfect." he spoke softly.

A soft breeze rustled the emerald leaves. Sorrid chased after a fallen leaf, his eyes lit up with excitement. He knelt down real low to the ground, then pounced and caught the leaf with his small claws. "Ah ha!" he exclaimed with pride, "Gotcha!"
The little kiamara stood tall and proud, the leaf hanging out the side of his mouth.
He heard some bushes rustling, and turned his head curiously. Out of the undergrowth came multiple kia's, all big and tough and scary looking. Sorrid almost whimpered but forced himself to stay calm.
"Yer Sorrid, right?"
The biggest and meanest looking kia asked gruffly with a strange accent. Sorrid nodded, not knowing what to say. "W-what do you want?"
The male kia smiled, flashing pearly white fangs. "We're just lookin' for yer daddy. Ya know where he is?"
Sorrid pointed his tail in the direction of his home. "Just over there...why?" the scared child answered quietly.
The kia grinned, "No reason at all, now you have yerself a nice day."
The group left where Sorrid pointed, grunting and giving him creepy looks. Sorrid shivered and decided to follow them to see why they wanted his father.
The young kia heard screaming and he raced to catch up. There was his father, being dragged out of the den with his mother shrieking and trying to pull him free. His mom turned her tried and scared eyes towards Sorrid. The rogues dragged his father away while he stood and watched.
"D-dad! No! Don't take him!"
Tears sprung to his eyes as he watched as his father struggled, but it was no use. Then out of the blue, Sorrid's mother wailed, "You did this! It's your fault! If you never opened your big fat mouth this would have never have happened!"
Sorrid was taken aback, "No mama, I didn't mean to!" he pleaded.
But his mother had set her mind and she whirled around and started heading in the direction where they took her mate. Sorrid whimpered and laid down, crying. Mama was right...I should just have given them false directions. Who were they? Why did they take my papa away from me?

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Ever since the incident, Sorrid vowed never to use his voice in fear of saying something wrong and someone he loves gets hurt. Later he learned that his father owed them something, and instead of giving the gang what they wanted, he refused. Which ultimately lead him to his death. And his mother? No one ever heard from her again.

"Don't leave me"
By me ^-^

[.Survivor.]

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Kiamara name: Miduesa (pronounced Medusa)
Kiamara Gender: female
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"Freak!" "Monster!" "Mutant!" "HORROR FILM!" the others yelled as they laughed at the unusual colored Kia. "Forget Four Eyes, she has hundreds!" One Kia said as they shoved her into a muddy bog and laughed as she struggled to get out. They always teased her, because of her looks. They said that her looks could Kill. Over the years, this beautiful, yet haunting, Kia had forgotten her real name due to the constant teasing and bullying of the others. She once read about a monster who was beautiful, yet if she looked at you in the eye, you'd turn to stone. This beast was called Medusa, one with a thousand eyes on the snakes of her hair. One who feared no one and no one dared to make fun of her. Yes, Medusa was a good beast and a good name. Like the original Medusa, Miduesa wants to fear no one. But unlike the original Medusa, Miduesa cannot turn others to stone.
Why does this Kiamara never open its mouth?:
Miduesa never opens her mouth to speak due to the bullying that she got everyday of her young life. It scarred her into silence. She is afraid that if she tries to speak, she will get hurt.
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[Karmaloco]

Karmaloco

Asami
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"ѕнє ѕωσяє ν є η g є α η ¢ є ση αℓℓ мєη ωιтн ∂αяк нєαятѕ...

☠ Mangu. , a non-owner hoping Claypso to become her first and most precious

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☠ C a l y p s o, a beautiful Greek nymph and the daughter of the titan Atlas. The etymology of the name Calypso is from καλύπτω (kalyptō), meaning "to cover", "to conceal", "to hide", or "to deceive".
information from wikipedia.org

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☠ Calypso is f e m a l e.

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☠ Calypso hides, hides herself from herself; frightened to show her true self. Not showing anyone her thoughts, one of the great fortunes of not speaking. Calypso hides away her true self up to this point in her life, and that is why I, or more to say she, chose the name
She chose it after she decided not to speak again, after she decided to keep silent until something came to show her it was worth it.

the wind rushed through my dirty fur as I tried to fight against the uprising storm to find a shelter. I couldn't get the past few hours out of my head and was almost limping with my thoughts. I stopped as it started to rain lightly to look up in the clouds, close my eyes, let the rain tickle my fur and let my thoughts drift off together with the wind. I felt better after standing there, though I was completely wet now, as well as all the earth around me. My ears perked up as I heard kiamaras, others. I looked around frantically for a hiding place since I hadn't made good memories with others seeing my fur patterns, seeing a puddle of mud and reluctantly rolled myself in it quickly. I was quite happy about what effect that 'fur dyeing' had on the kiamara pack: they saw me and decided to let me join them until you couldn't see my ribs anymore. The only thing is that the mud dried and fell off... And I didnt have anything to hide anymore. They scared me away with words like 'monster' or 'nightmare' even 'demon' or 'devil' ...

that is why she chose that name; because she has to hide so others don't shoo her away, because others can only accept her when she hides or covers her true self.

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☠ Calypso Is an open Kiamara. Expressing herself strongly, though without words.
Calypso doesn't let anything touch her, else they get one of her murderous glares and her eyes shine dangerously.
She is hard on the outside, you have to know, but almost soft in the inside; humming her emotions out in the world, coded, of course.

She always hums; songs, melodies and different pitches, but only her best friends and family do understand what she means with them.
She naturally hums , sang when she was young, the songs that express her emotions and thoughts the best. She had a beautiful voice, crystal clear like water from a fresh, bubbly spring in the mountain forests.

Though the time and misery made her voice fade and stay away, her hoping that it will come back to her with her first love; something worth singing, laughing and being happy for.

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☠ Memories

quote from calypso, ― Lisa Papademetriou, Siren's Storm
image from layoutsparks.com

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People fear because they imagine. Imagination is the power of all the emotions combined. People imagine things because they do not understand them. It’s more terrifying imagining a future that provides more pain. It’s not that people are not afraid to die. They are scared to imagine…death

u s e r n a m e;;
.~.AdeleKitty.~.
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[Vespur]

Reserving with the name Cyclops since this is a beautiful one you created. (:

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Username: Bati
Name: Cyclops
Gender: Male

>>"The story behide his name is a tale of oddity, but the real depth is what drew me to this Kia. So, I will begin."
It was a normal day inside my house. Alone, and nothing more to do then to read a bit of books as it rained outside in small drizzle that fed the land of some fresh water. The idea of staying inside was boring to me, but at least I could always read a book to keep my mind active with images of things that only a mind could think of. I was never afraid of nightmares, but books always gave me more and more ideas to full my drawings and my mind into wonderful dreams that I could think of late at night. However, one thing still captured me even as I sat at the couch with the book resting in my hands. The caverns that just rested nearby my house. I had always thought that the secrets of the land rested inside the dark tunnels nearby, and that odd things appeared out from the caverns. Yet, I had never had the heart to go near the darkness even if I was slightly interested in going down into the dark tunnels of rock and hard ground. I felt a slight shake in my hands as I looked around to the open window nearby. Placing the book down I rose up from my seat to shut the window, and felt something odd pull my attention as my eyes glanced towards the nearby hilltop that the caverns layed. I knew it was against my better judgment, but I got out of my house alone to walk towards the hilltop in a sort of unknown drive that filled my body. I walked on in till a sudden fog drew in around me and the bushes and trees. It was like it appeared out of thin air, but still my drive kept me on as I kept my pace steady in till a figure flashes in front of me with a large amount of eyes seeing to stare back at me. A scream came from my voice, but my scream was dead in the air as the figure flashes away from my sight un till it was right beside me with a upturn of it's lips at my fear. It never opened it's mouth, but I noticed that even though the fog the eyes were not eyes, but tiny skulls on each of them as appearing pupils. I realized at once that this Kai was one marked by death, but it seemed to be so unnatural to the land that I stopped my pace to kneel down beside it as the Kai continued to seem to grin at me without teeth. "Who are you?" I questioned the Kai, and with a small flick of it's ears and a blink of it's eyes it didn't speak. Instead, it let out a small flick of it's tail for me to follow as it lead me though the fog and to the caverns. I entered inside without fear due to the fact the Kai seemed to be the most fearful thing around, and it lead me to a spot on the wall were it's tail flicked against the stone. The light inside was only the soft glow from the above ground, but I could still see it as the stone told a carved tale of the Kai. The Kai who could once speak, but was so dark from pain it was forced to never utter a word, and could only live out it's life as a fiction tale to the land.

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Maaaaaaark

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Username: Trollish
Kiamara name: Azreal
Kiamara Gender: Male
Behind the name [Explained] : Azreal is the name of an archangel in heaven. Azrael's name means 'Whom God helps'. Azrael's role is primarily to cross people over to heaven at the time of physical death. Azrael comforts people prior to their physical death, ensures they do not suffer during death, and helps them to assimilate on the other side. Call upon Azrael for support and comfort. Grief Counseling. Assists Newly Crossed Over Soul. Compassion, peace, transition and comfort. Patron Angel of the Clergy.
Story behind the name:

"Hey look, it's that freak again."
"Ew, stay away from him. He's bad news anyways."
"I heard he's cursed, isn't that sad?"
"Yeah too bad he doesn't have anyone to brush the curse off on!"
"Haha! Yeah, someone like him doesn't deserve friends."

All my life, every waking day I'd spent loathing my own existence.
I was a monster, I was nothing. I let their words get to me so easily.
Those whom I trusted, when I opened my eyes they'd stabbed me in the back.
That innocent bliss that was trust, that was a luxury I fell into so easily.
And I paid for it.
And I hated myself for it.

"Hey, wait up!"

"And then a voice sprang up amongst the choir of malicious voices, of accusing voices.
A cheerful, pleasant voice rimmed with the white lace that is innocence.
The trusting, kind voice I used to have."

"You're Azreal, right?"

"This kia- no, this angel he wasn't like the others either.
He was different.
He was... beautiful.
Standing before me was this lovely, graceful creature.
Like one who came from somewhere far away from this hopeless world.
Someone who was special."

I gave a slight nod, unsure of what to do and baffled anyone would waste their oxygene talking with me, but despite that I felt I needed to answer.

"Well my name's Pudding. But don't call me that- it's a bit... embarrassing I guess.
You can call me... Oh geez never had to think of a nickname for myself..."

"Micheal."

"Hm?" I caught him blush a bit, he seemed confused however it didn't make him uncomfortable that I spoke, in fact he seemed to find it interesting.

"...Micheal. I'll... I'll call you Micheal."

"Why's that?" He chimed, as if trying to milk more words out of me. However, I complied. Only for him, though.

"Micheal... Micheal is an archangel, he's... He's special also. He's a savior, as are you."

'Micheal' gave a smile, in that cheery voice he replied. "Azreal's an angel too you know."

"...I know."

"I'd never thought of it like that before.
I hadn't even noticed.
The things that make me different.
That make me exiled.
They also make me who I am.
And if even one person- if even one angel can appriciate me.
Can love me.
Can cherish my words.
It's a sink or swim word, and realizing that there was another like me, another person who was different in a way that was so obvious.
Did he choose to swim?
Was there... Was there ever a choice?
I always thought my only option was to sink,
looking longingly up at the surface.
Of what could be.
Of what should be.
Of what I could never achieve.
Of what I dream to achieve.
Of my future, and past.
But, could I swim?
Could I swim through all of it, the lies
the doubt and denial,
the trust and betrayal,
the rejection and chance,
the risks and the losses...
Could I swim through all of that to find my happiness?
To find... To find others like me.
Others who are different.
Others who care.
Could I... How could I even begin?
Seeing another person like me, another so obviously different...
But even then, he's not like me. Is he?
He can swim.
If he can...
If he can be happy, if he can pursue his own happiness despite that.
Then so can I.
I can swim up to the surface, to the land.
The land filled with truth,
with knowledge and acceptance,
the trust and love,
the harmony and excitement,
the trial and the successes...
If I can make that one special angel notice just how special he is.
...as I am also."

Why does this Kiamara never open its mouth?:

He usually doesn't talk because he's shy and afraid of being hurt by others, however he's beginning to learn to let his words flow freely again though only around Pudding. He used to never speak at all. However, he's willing to speak to his friend. To the person who made him aware he had worth. However, not above a raspy whisper.

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By rosepetal50