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[IzzyBee]

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Let’s light up the fuses
and run
cover our ears
shut our eyes tight
the noise cuts our ears
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Kveikjum í kveikiþráðum
og hlaupum
höldum fast fyrir eyrun,
kreppum augu
hávaðinn sker í eyrun
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➜ username;; Hello there, my name is-IzzyBee-, but you may call me Izzy or Savannah, or even Bella if you really want to. I currently own only one Kia, Ondrea, who I love with all my heart, I'm looking to bring a male Kia into my albeit small family.

➜ name;; Kveikur (Pronounced k-vay-keer), an Icelandic name meaning 'Candle wick' or 'fuse', I picked this name because of a song called Kveikur by Icelandic post rock band Sigur Ros, which made me think of him since he controls fire. Though his full name would be Kveikur Baldr. Baldr coming from the name of a son of Odin, the ruler of Valhalla, Baldr meaning 'king, lord or prince'. So in translation his name would mean 'lord of candle wick (or fuse)' Baldr could have a few alternate spellings such as Balder, Baldur and Baldyr, any spelling is accepted. Kveikur can be called by Kvei as a nickname or just Baldr, he accepts any nicknames you give him as long as they aren't pet names.

-----------➜ personality described in 3 words;; Apathetic • Introverted • Heated



➜ how has his power changed him;; Mom always said Odin made everyone for a reason, all their quirks and personality traits. All for a reason. What about me? I was never sure even what my power was for. When I was still young the other kids feared me, called me a monster, different, destroyer, I would get angry and leave the grass charred around me. The fire in my veins was almost something that controlled me, controlled my feelings and my impulses, Lo and Chazak tried to help me get over my anger and heated impulses but nothing really helped.
As I got older I wasn't sure still how this fit into my life, how it made me, well me. I sometimes got angry at Odin and the Gods for making me the way I was, Was this all part of some plan? To make me the laughing stock of all my peers? Once in my teen years I started becoming apathetic with my peers, I didn't care, I didn't want to care, they would call me names regardless of how I acted. Lo and Chazak were the only two that understood to some extent what I was going through, not that they knew what it was like to have a huge burden on your shoulders. Chazak would help me the most, making me calm my nerves and deny my impulsive nature, Lo would just sit and watch, he seemed more internal with my struggle, he didn't really do or say much to me in regards to my power.
But one night, I prayed to Odin about my power, asked why he gave it to me, at first I heard no answer, but then there was an immense peace that came over me. Like a warm blanket being draped over me, it wasn't heavy, in fact if felt light and easy. I never felt impulsive after that. Of course I still was apathetic towards my peers, and would get into heated arguments, and would flame up when people made me mad.

➜ story;; I grew up with only really two friends, whom I called brothers; we weren’t really related by blood. We just were together so much that I called them brothers. Their names were Chazak and Lo, my parents called us something of legends, from the Gods, I wasn’t so convinced. Chazak was the strong one, brave and courageous with a pure heart, Lo was the trickster who always had a guilty look on his face or something, he would be the one to stab your back when you least expected it. Me?
I’m something different. Kveikur Baldr, or Baldur, or however you want to spell it, I go by Kvei or Baldr. My parents say I’m special, I’m not really convinced, I got something no one else does. I’ve got flames in my veins. My parents said once I was born after a little I lit on fire, my paws and tails, like a little candle which is where I got my name, and Baldr was more an endearing name for me.

None of the kids really liked me but Lo and Zack, the kids called me a monster, the hot-head, that I destroyed everything I touched and was a danger to everyone around me. Lo didn’t see that really, he started being an acquaintance when I had gotten angry and burnt some grass, it hadn’t gone far or done much damage. Lo came trotting to me with a grin on his face and put his arm around me, “You’re not a monster, rather something better, “ He said to me, mischief laced into his words. I looked at the slightly older Kia in disbelief, “You think I’m not a monster?” I asked in disbelief, my ears rising a bit at the encouragement.


“Of course, “the darkly colored Kia cooed to me, a smirk adorning his face, his white teeth showing a little. It almost made me want to cringe. My amber colored eyes fell a little, “Why do you think that?” I asked him, my brow furrowing a little as I did so. “You’re special Baldr, “
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Chazak was more a challenge for me; I didn’t really know what to think of the Kia at first. He was Lo’s brother but they were complete opposites of the spectrum. Chazak seemed more skeptical of me for longer than Lo was, I didn’t blame him at all, I was a fiery disaster waiting to happen. One fight and that was it.
I didn’t want to know what would happen if I got that angry, I knew Zack didn’t want to see that happen. But Lo did. Why? I always saw something mischievous in his eyes, like he was waiting for me to slip up or something, or waiting for me to fall into my heated state. Everyone still avoided me, as I didn’t quite know how to control my fiery impulses.
I easily got into heated arguments, fights, discussions, you name it, and I was pretty hot-headed. Sometimes Chazak said that I had fire in my chest when I got mad that when I got mad I would look different, my demeanor changed and I acted differently. I did feel an almost burning in my chest when I got mad, like I was running on something not of my own. Adrenaline? Fear? Anger? I wasn’t quite sure, but whatever it was the Gods knew it.
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My parents told me stories of Baldr, the one of legends and tales, of his heroism and everything he did. He was lesser known, but nonetheless he was a son of Odin, the keeper of Valhalla and the ruler over all, I guess you could call him God. Thor and Loki were also sons of Odin, well Loki not really, but Thor definitely was. Baldr was a brave warrior, who actually died to Loki from a spear fashioned from a plant. A measly little plant.
Mistletoe
I was always shocked at that. I didn’t quite get why it happened or how it even happened, but my parents told me I was like Baldr, meant to be a brave warrior with my powers. A warrior huh?
I don’t think that’ll happen.
I wasn’t really the warrior kind, if anyone I knew was the warrior it was Zack, since he was brave and strong, Lo was the one that would use his intellect to twist your mind, and I just had my power which still had its hold over me.

As my horns started to grow in Zack and Lo tried to help my control my fire, Zack more so than Lo, my feathers were acquired when I accidentally jumped at a bird that I thought was someone else, the poor little thing. I had felt so bad I thought that I should carry its feathers in honor of the goddess Freyja, who often was portrayed with a cloak of feathers. So for me it seemed fitting to carry the feathers, they had a few little singed areas on the tips and it reminded me of what my power could really do.


Zack would often make me sit for hours, just quiet and peaceful, like meditating, making me breathe deeply if my fire took over. I slowly learned to control it more and more, my breathing exercises were actually helping a little. But when I did lose it now, it was catastrophic, my fire would burn hotter, my chest would hurt more, I would lose a little consciousness once it stopped burning. It was like it would feed off my energy more than it had before.
I still wondered what the God’s purpose was with bestowing such a power upon me, I wasn’t sure why I was picked and not any other Kia around the place. Me. Just little old me. Holding a devastating power in my paws, in my body.
Lo and Chazak still encouraged me to be faithful to myself and to not give up hope on why I might be this way. Zack of course more than Lo. It amused me a little that Lo was an encourager but a tale weaver too, he told me most about the stories of Baldr and how Loki slayed him in the end. It made me slightly uncomfortable that Lo was so much like Loki in the tales and Zack made me think of Thor from the tales.
Sometimes I prayed to Odin, asking him why I was like this, what the power meant to me and why it was me that was chosen to hold such a thing in my paws.

“Odin?” My voice squeaked a little beneath the night sky, I was sitting up on a hill, a soft fall breeze moving across the land and stirring up my fur a little. “If you’re really real and you’re really listening, hear me out please, “I paused a little, “Why did you make me like this? I mean, “I shifted a little as I sat, “You picked me to be a carrier of fire, but why?” my eyes cast up to the sky, my ears raised to hear anything that may carry over me.
Nothing. I heard nothing. I sat there for hours, waiting, listening for anything, I sighed hopelessly, and maybe the Gods weren’t real. I then felt a sweet peace, like warmth slowly creeping up from my paws, moving up my legs and my tail. It was quite odd, I lifted my paw and saw the little sparks jump from my pads like it always did but this time as the fire ignited on my paw I felt no burning in my chest, no draining of my energy, nothing, it felt. Normal? Safe? I wasn’t really sure but whatever had happened it wasn’t of my own accord.
“Thank you Odin, “ I said quietly, the fire extinguishing from my paw as I slowly lowered it back to the grass, my amber colored eyes slowly closing underneath the peace that felt to gently draped over me.
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I spent hours on that hill from then on, just meditating underneath what peace I had over my powers since that night when Odin had given it to me. Chazak was proud that I had found a peace and a quiet about all of it, but Lo had other plans.
“What are you doing Baldr?” The smooth voice came from behind me; I whipped my head around to see Lo standing there, his ears perked forward and his green eyes holding a fire in them.
“Nothing, just sitting, “I told him, my tail flicking as I turned my head back to my previous position of looking out over the hill, the smoke rings I had just blown had dissipated into the air now, “You need something?”

I asked him, closing my eyes as a soft breeze blew over the landscape.
I heard a soft almost purring noise come from his throat, “You could say that, “ I heard his voice now near my ear, I soon was flipped onto my back, Lo’s nails digging into my front legs. I coiled back as his face got dangerously close to mine, “Your power, you don’t use it like it should be used,” He hissed, “Let me teach you how to use it, “ He growled, his green eyes full of greed.

“Now, I’m going to release you and you are going to use it like I tell you, “Lo told me icily, I shivered with anger, the heat was growing in my chest and the peace was falling from my shoulders. “I can see your anger, let it flow, “He said firmly and got off me before my paws engulfed in flames as well as my tail, “I will not appease your wants and needs, “ I growled, fire puffing from my mouth as I breathed heavily trying to control the anger that coursed through me.
“You’re reacting just how I want you to, “He said smugly, sitting down in the spot I had been sitting previously, I hunched forward as my body was racked with the fire’s heat intensifying and beginning to burn up my legs farther and up my tail more as well. I growled, gritting my teeth as I fought to get some sort of control over myself, I needed to release all that was pent up inside me, “You have no control over me!” I yelled and went to jump as Lo but was firmly knocked away.
When I came back to my senses I saw Chazak standing there in front of Lo, his blue eyes flaring with his irritation, “Kvei, that is no way to treat your brother, “ He said firmly. I felt my fire extinguish and smoke begin to rise from where it was ignited previously, my mouth tasted of charcoal, not a very pleasant taste if you asked me. “Bróðir?” I mocked, laughing a little, “You think I’m angry for no reason?” He hissed, blowing smoke from my nostrils, “He was trying to use my Zack, “
Lo looked at his real brother, flinching when I used the Icelandic term for ‘brother’, “I did none of the sort Zack, “He said in a calm tone, his eyes icy towards me. I bared my teeth at him, “He is lying Chazak, don’t listen to him, “I pleaded to my friend, I shifted a little, easing myself up on my legs that were still a little shaky at the moment.
“Kveikur, I don’t know who I should trust, the one with the fiery temper, or the one with fire in his chest, “Chazak said to me, he nodded and walked off with Lo trailing behind him, a smirk adorning his maw. I snarled and turned, walking down the hill, I looked back for a moment and I could see a large circle of

charred, black grass where I had ignited, I lowered my head and ran off into the trees.

I had settled on a tree branch, I had been alone since my fight with Lo and Zack had interfered, I liked it here, examining my paws, and the branch. I didn't have anything better to do really but sit in my apathy, sterile and melancholy. I laid my head down onto my warm paws, letting out a beath that expelled some smoke from my lungs. I head the soft crunch of fall grass beneath someone's feet, I looked down to see Zack below me, he stopped and looked up at me, his blue eyes almost apologetic.
"I'm sorry Kvei," He said, sitting onto his haunches, his silvery horns glinting a little. I puffed indifferently, smoke coming out in a ring," Sorry for what?" I snapped, annoyed and upset at my friend. His tail swished a little as he sighed," What am I going to do with you Kvei? Your anger was being so well controlled," he said, looking down at his paws," You were in control, until that day, you had that look in your eyes..." he looked up at me,". it looked like you were going to kill him, like you were under bloodlust or something that was not your own,"
I looked at him, quite annoyed by him bothering me and from his statement, "Well you do know, even when I have my fire under control, I still am not completely dominant of my fire. It still can ignite on its own and not by my own will, " I said flatly, sitting up to my haunches, my tail hanging down from the branch I looked down at him, "You know that the fire isn't from me sometimes, Odin gave me more control than I had before, I still don't have total control Zack,"
His blue eyes darkened a little, "You were doing so good though, being in control, " He said quietly, he narrowed his eyes, "Something must have triggered you, " He deduced, almost accusingly at me. I looked at him a little surprised, "What makes you think that?" I scoffed, getting up onto my feet, gripping the branch so I was steady on my paws, "What if it was my own power?" I suggested to him indifferently.
Chazak shook his head, "You don't have it in you to lash at Lo out of your own will, " He said firmly, standing to his feet. I rolled my eyes a little at his slight ignorance towards his brother, I jumped down from my branch, a moderately loud thud coming from my weight, "I may not show that, but you don't know, I may have the power to do so, " I said in a low, slightly mysterious tone, my tail lashing a little, the soft crackle of embers coming from it.
I laughed a little, almost in a sinister way, “Flames devour slowly when they burn low Zack, “ I said darkly, “The hotter they burn, the faster they eat away at you, “ My orange eyes lit brighter than they were before, a weird feeling coming over me between anger and indifference. My anger melted away when he looked at me, not with fear or anger, but almost pity for me. Zack shook his head, “Fire is warm and happy as well, not just a destroyer, it can also bring new life from it’s destruction,” He said to me, not in a harsh way, but almost a coaxing way.
I shifted on my feet a little, the bottom of my feet a little heated from my aggression, I eyed him for a moment, “Fire has many qualities, many of which I don’t have, “I said firmly to him, my white teeth baring a

little, I was still annoyed at Zack, but I didn’t quite know any other way to confront him with anything but aggression or indifference.
I was so used to being upset and pushing away everyone that I never really appreciate the company of Zack, Lo especially not. They were really my only friends I had; everyone else was either scared of me, intimidated by me, or just plain didn’t like me. I didn’t care really, but right now, I didn’t want to lose Zack or even his friendship at this point, even with how much I didn’t tolerate Lo, I still didn’t want to lose him and I knew I wouldn’t with how insistent he was with me.
I looked at Chazak, letting out a soft sigh, “I don’t want you to be mad at me though, “ I said quietly, sitting onto my haunches, I closed my eyes and took a long breath in, “I shouldn’t be so inconsiderate, “ I said in almost a whisper, it felt my heart was cracking into little pieces.



Zack stepped closer to me, “Kvei, Baldr, Bróðir,” He said quietly, his voice smooth to my ears, “This is you, I accept that you have that flame in you, the heat, “He said quietly to me, “I understand you can’t control it as much as you used to, but you also control it more than you did when you were young,” Zack looked at me, he was sincere with me, down to earth.
I still didn’t understand how he could tolerate me, how he could put up with my heated, indifferent personality. I looked at him, my orange eyes almost were apologetic when I looked back up at him, “Thank you Zack, I really really appreciate you company, and I should more than do already, “I said quietly, I could almost feel his consideration towards me, “You’re my brother, I’m supposed to put up with you, “He teased, ruffling my burnt orange hair playfully, just like brothers do. I felt a bit more proud and even felt a little less upset.
Little did I know Lo was lurking about in the trees, watching me and Zack have our little conversation, neither of us heard the sinister laugh leave his maw before hs disappeared into the tree.

➜ art;;

• Control yourself- comic strip by me
  
• "You're not a monster,"- by me
  
• "I got you some... Mistletoe"- by me
  
• "Odin?" -by me
  
• "Let me teach you how to use it,"- by me
  
• "I rather like my tree,"-by me
  
• "Bróðir,"- by me
  
• Blowing smoke rings- by me
  
• Chilling with my smoke- by me
  
  
  
• First emotion side bar- by me
  
• Second emotion sidebar- by me
  
• Third emotion sidebar- by me
  
• Fourth emotion sidebar- by me
  
• Fifth emotion sidebar- by me
  
• Sixth emotion sidebar
  
• Full body- by me
  
• The rain isn't so bad- by me
  
• Smoke Rings- By Rivkah
  
• Headshot- By Rivkah
  Headshot arts- by little.
  These are pictures of Kvei describing the songs from the Sigur Ros album Kveikur, which he was partially inspired by, this is part of the art extra, just set into it's own part to emphasize importance, I do add the song beside the picture to add the air of feeling to the image.
  
• Brennisteinn (Brimstone) - Song
  
• Hrafntinna (Obsidian) - Song
  
• Ísjaki (Iceberg) - Song
  
• Yfirborð (Surface) - Song
  
• Stormur (Storm) - Song
  
• Kveikur (Candlewick) - Art graciously done by PureCrazy - Song
  
• Rafstramur (Electric Current) - Art graciously done by Sanara - Song
  
• Bláþráður (Thin Thread) - Song
  
• Var (Was/Shelter) - Song

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The eardrums leak
our eyes covered in black smoke
our palms burned to bone scorched
we disappear into the horizon
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hljóðhimnur leka út
með svartbundið fyrir augu,
reykur
brennum lófa innað beini,
svíður í
hverfum við sjóndeildarhring,
inn í
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Lyrics and translation for Kveikur by Sigur Ros- Link
Source for Norse mythology- Link
Source about Baldr- Link
All images used are by me
Lyrics on the top from Collapsible Lung by Relient K- text created in SketchBook Pro 2011
Permission to use Chazak and Lo were given by their owners
Special thanks to Sanara, PureCrazy, little., Rivkah and Clu/Dr Hannibal Lecter

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[.The Bootless Box.]

Reserved xD

[Jean.]

Dropping out ;n;

I'd lose anyway :c

[eli ayase]

username;;
hello, I am vocal. A long time ago, I saw this kiamara, and I loved him to bits. But I saw that he was owned. When I heard
people saying that users should be active with their kiamaras, I couldn't help but think about this kiamara in hopes that the
owner was taking good care of them. So, I PMed them and I fell in love with this guy <3 I currently own two kiamaras, Gia
and Sadie, but I would love this boy as an addition to my tree of lovelies :3

The Story through his eyes

{art below is explained in story}

name;;
this boy here is Outono. Outono means 'autumn' in Portuguese
and the owner before named him this. I decided to keep the
name, as it fit him really well. I had trouble deciding between
Nama, Infernis, Volcanis, and Outono. Outono hopes his name
is manly enough for his crush, Chastity.

personality in three words;;
well, Outono is

introverted • cantankerous • crude

how his power changed him;;
you see, It all started a long while ago, as you'd merely
expect. In a box. Had he known how he'd gotten there,
young Outono? No, he had not. Not the slightest idea
could he bring upon himself. He had obviously hit himself
in the place of the temple, causing himself to be consciously
dizzy. How do you presume one to be dizzy, yet understand
himself and what takes place at the current moment? Ah,
lad, it is an unforgiving curse.

The box in which he was in, was floating almost
completely in the water. He had not been alone.
Above him, birds cawed in the sky and sent their
unmentionable marks above him. The water was
still, and young Outono was, well, alone. Very,
very alone indeed. He was cold, lonely, and trapped.
In a wooden crate. All the sudden, he looked through
the cracks in one of the nearby planks of wood
and spotted another kiamara trotting by the banks,
whistling an old tune his own papa used to hum.

"By golly!" Little Outono exclaimed. "How cold this thick kiamara not see a wooden crate aboard a river in front of
his own nose?" But he had to do what it took to get out, the smart fellow. So with all his might, he filled his lungs with
air. "Mr. Sir! Could you lend a paw to a lad in need?" Outono called out. But the sir could not hear the young
boy. He was, yet again, helplessly alone.

All of the sudden, Outono snapped into reality. He was trapped. There was no way out, and he was started to become the
most claustrophobic one. Because he was frustrated and upset with himself, and he was sure to burst with anger. But instead
of his anger over-taking him, he felt soothed. Something had over powered him. He looked down at his paws, and screeched
as he saw they were endured in fire. The crate caught, and he was plunged into the dark, wetness of the water.

When he was awoken by the cawing birds, Outono found himself on the shore. He felt sick and cold. Worse than before. He
had felt this before, when he touched the water at the lake where his papa took him. It was the feeling of water contacting
his fire. He growled. I was left here. All alone. And no one cared for me. He dug his claws into the ground, fire exploding
from his paws and tail. He yowled with anger and ran through the forest, catching the trees on fire. When he reached the
other side, he was among a small village. The citizens stared at him in fear. And then, they stared behind him. All of the very
sudden, they erupted in screeches of fear. And before the eyes of the very Outono, was a forest ablaze. Trees fell on top of
the homes and caught the village on fire. He ran, horrified with himself. He ran so fast, he thought he could escape his
past. But he never did. He was, from then, the boy who wiped out a town. And he was feared by many.

Since then, Outono was cold and hard. He didn't talk to any with the same friendly gaze as he did when he was a pup. He
didn't speak with his properness and polite words. No. He was quiet, observing, and above all, critical.
{story continues further down}

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"Chastity is the only one who makes me feel like a belong. She keeps me going."

playlist;;
• The Reason
Hoobastank
• Carry On My
Wayward Son
Kansas
•Little Lion Man
Mumford and Sons
•Go Getter Greg
Ludo
•Feel Like a
Monster
Skillet
•I Hate Everything
About You
Three Days Grace




Run Boy- not
a song. Please
view c;

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Outono was always frustrated with himself. He caught things on fire, and often hurt people on accident. One day,
he was walking down the streets of an alleyway, when he spotted a beautiful girl scrubbing the dirty walls. Well,
Outono was confused.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his stare cold. Although he looked tough and strong, it was
an act. The girl was beautiful. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders and her bright eyes stared innocently.

She put down the scrubbing tool in the soap bucket and smiled. "Why, I'm cleaning up the town." She
said in her musical, kind voice. "I'm Chastity. You are?"

Outono shook her hand. "Outono." he said bluntly, looking at the clean wall. Who knew the alleyways
were actually made of a beautiful brick? Outono was breathless. He was wonderstruck. How could she clean one of
the ugliest places and make it so beautiful? With flowers and decor? It was because of her soul. Her perfect soul.

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"I started to get to know her more. We hung out a lot, and I only fell in love more and more. I'd never felt so passionate
for any other kia. She had stolen me over. Her personality was marvelous, and she was so sweet and beautiful. Every
day I'd give her flowers and I wish she knew how much I love her. But, one day, I'll have to tell her. I will let her know
that in my eyes, she is perfect."
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Chastity started to teach me a few things. For example, how to stay calm when someone was being rude to me. But the
one thing she taught me that changed me to most, was how to control my fire power. She told me that I wasn't different,
not was I weird. I was unique and important. Little did she knew that coming from her, that was the most treasured thing
I'd remember.

"Alright, Outono. Control it. There you go. Deep from within. Your fire is a special ability, not something
that makes up for your lost. Now, bring forth your fire slowly from your paws and then make it go out." She instructed.

I nodded at rose my left paw, closing my eyes and letting my heart rate slow down. I felt heat from deep within the core
of my heart, and it spread like a wildfire through my body, tingling my tail and burning my nose. All of the sudden, my
paws caught fire. I opened my eyes in surprise. Then, I closed my eyes again and thought about cold water. A chill ran
down my legs and back, and I shivered, and the fire went out. A grin spread on my face. "W-wow."

Chastity just stared at me, her fur standing on the end in anticipation. "You've done it." She breathed.

"You've mastered fire."

[maluruloki]

I'm maluruloki, a rather new member to the Kiamara fandom. I have Carita, the news-hound female Kiamara, but I've been looking a long time for a male. I wasn't necessarily looking for any particular trait in the Kiamara and I didn't necessarily want to create a mirror to Cari. He didn't have to be broken or overly optimistic. I just wanted him to be as real as possible.
Creating a personality for Mirari (my proposed name for this Kiamara) seemed like a special challenge for him because of his supernatural powers. It isn't natural to be able to create or control fire. I wanted to make him accessible and understandable and, despite the fact that he's a Kiamara, as "human as possible". I can't wait to see the outcome.

The hero is commonly the simplest and obscurest of men. ~Henry David Thoreau

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Latin - "to wonder/look at"
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Root for "mirage", "mirror" and "to admire"


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Ah, Mirari. Who can help but wonder at his powers? Who can help but stare at his outrageous markings? No one can.
Ah, Mirari. Who can help but think about how he seems so beautiful, so untouchable, so unreal...could he be a mirage?
Ah, Mirari. Who can help but see their darkest desires reflected in him - the sacrificial mirror of their souls?
Ah, Mirari. Who can help but admire him and his fiery prowess? They should weep for his dilemma...

Never fight fire from ego. ~Author Unknown

Mirari wakes at night in sweats because of memories.
Because of his "sins"...because of what he saw as an acolyte...
To atone for these sins...he became...
a firefighter.


Prior to his incident with nearly becoming a sacrificial offering, Mirari had a personality centered around his studies with the Inner Sanctum. He was deeply faithful and believed in things he could not see. He was naive to the idea that someone could deliberately plot death. He felt peaceful when surrounded by the dimly-lit warmth of the cave where the Inner Sanctum lived.

Nearly dying put a new spin on things, to state it lightly.

He grew a spine and decided that no one was ever going to pull the wool over his eyes again. Everything and everyone he encounters is now treated with quiet suspicion; he would be that Kiamara that eyed you from a distance and made you wonder if you looked like you were going to kill him. He needed a way to deal with each new wave of realization that came from his nightmares and becoming a firefighter was his way to fight back against the injustice of his past actions. Saving someone's life (instead of taking it) brings a different kind of peace to his life and to his dreams at night.

However...actually putting out the fires that threaten the lives of others causes him to experience an inner anguish, so...true happiness is always denied to him. He comes back from putting out a blaze full of antsy discomfort and a snappish attitude. When the water hits the blazing timbers, when it hisses in dismay, you can see Mirari wince and grit his teeth. He has become a martyr to the power of the fire he controls and he cannot let it take control of his heart. He will NEVER kill again.

His friends will find him to be a good listener, but not one to actively participate in conversation. He will test and gently reject them repeatedly so that only the truest will enter his inner circle.

If Prometheus was worthy of the wrath of heaven for kindling the first fire upon earth,
how ought all the gods honor the men who make it their professional business to put it out?
~John Godfrey Saxe

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The tears coursed down his face, drawing muddied ash in their wake and revealing the fiery birthmarks that swirled across his cheeks. At his feet, the pile of dry tinder pulsed and, with a horrific crackle, the logs of wood burst to life. He could hear the jeering of the small crowd, how they cursed him with one breath and cried for his death with the next. His toes were getting warmer and warmer still. He was so panicked that he could hardly remember the path that had led him here to the stake. Why him?! Why now?! He had been so close to escaping the clutches of this backwards society and their twisted beliefs.

Sacrifice to the Flaming God, they called him – perfect in every way, from his swirling marks in every hot color to how he had earned his two feathers that came from the stitchbird.

The stitchbird…rumored to have suffered at the whims of fire itself to earn its blackened wings and bright underbelly.

…Mirari cursed the feather now; he could feel them brushing against his neck as the rising heat caused them to dance.

Everything seemed to fall into place with sickening clarity the more his mind ran in its endless panicked wheel.

Born on the night of a blood-moon. Raised to respect the Flaming God with unerring veneration. Hours and hours tattooing himself with the ritual colors of the deity. Risking his life to find those very specific feathers.

…he had always been destined to end here, tied to this spar of wood whose splinters dug into his spine, his throat closing off with every ragged breath. He could barely swallow anymore. He could barely see through the blurry haze of tears and now the embers swirling up into the air were causing him to be nearly blinded.

It wasn’t fair.

IT WASN’T FAIR!!!!

Something inside him imploded. A blood-curdling scream issued from his throat as his blood seemed to boil within his veins. His vision went white and then black before coming back with feverish clarity. Everyone beyond the veil of heated air seemed to have an odd glow about them.

Mirari realized that they were chanting no longer. No…they were gaping at him, wide-eyed, open-mouthed, cringing back in abject fear.

Suddenly, with no warning, the wood behind his back broke and collapsed, pulling him viciously onto the ash-covered grass. The wind was knocked from his body and he curled into himself, tucking his paws up against his chest. His shoulders ached ferociously from being jerked back by his captors and his fingers throbbed from how tightly the rope had cut off circulation.

Wait…his hands. Spitting out a grey mouthful of slimy ash, he blinked down at his paws. They were still his paws: darkly colored with their inked spots and off-colored nails, except…they were a-flame.

Mirari screamed again and beat them on the ground, the pain compounding on top of the pins and needles beginning to prick at his skin. As he flailed, he saw that his feet were on fire! The fluff of his tail burned! He rolled desperately, hoping to put out the flames and his head swung into a rock. The crash of agony rolled through his skull, making him clutch at his forehead, and that was when another earth-shattering realization hit him:

The fire didn’t hurt.

There was no searing sensation, no crisping of skin, no smoldering of his hair.

His orange-brown eyes focused on the crowd, who had begun to mutter amongst themselves, pointing at him in blatant disregard to their own safety. He could hear smatterings of their talk:

“…cursed for good.”

“…sacrifice was not accepted! What do we do?!”

“I am not…a sacrifice…” the Kiamara husked, coughing to clear his lungs. They ignored him. “I am not…a sacrifice!” That honed rage began to fill his body again, an aftershock of the earlier implosion, as he rose shakily to his feet. He was still on fire and he didn’t care why at this point. No explanation would suffice and nor would he care. “I AM NOT A SACRIFICE!” They grew scared and silent again. “I…I curse you! I curse you in the name of the Flaming God! I am innocent of EVERYTHING!” He hacked and spit again. One of the Inner Sanctum stepped forwards, pointing a finger at him.

“You were born to be sacrificed, Mirari! It has always been so!”

“I REFUSE FATE!!!” Mirari raged as he stood there, his paws clenched; his fire grew whiter in his anger. “I disown you all. I disown and curse you all! May you die at the whim of the Flaming God!”

In the crowd, he saw her, nearly hidden behind the shoulder of one of the acolytes. His pure one, the fair Ember of the Goddess.

She turned her eyes from him, dismissed him with every movement of her body, and it was as if he had been kicked down once again. The flames on his body died as if doused with water. The ragged half-sob built in his chest, starting as a whine and ending with a wail. He had nothing more to say, nothing more to do than run.

Run he did.

Run, run, far away…and never did he return.

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Mirari was shocked to find, later in his life, that his curse had seemed to be granted.

His village was devoured in the night by fire...and it began in the cauldron of his fate...the Temple of the Flaming God.

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