[geotalon]

What is a Kiamara?
A Kiamara is a wolf-like creature. They have long, fluffy manes on the top of their heads, running down between their shoulders. They all have spots on their bodies- a trait in which will never be bred out of their DNA. They also have feathers- every Kiamara is given feathers when they reach the age of 2 years old. Their diet consists of fruit as well as meat- they prey on similar creatures that wolves would. Kiamara can be very shy before they get to know you. Can you win a Kiamara's heart?

I actually had this designed when I was a GA and never posted it.
I fixed it up a bit for you guys <3

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[henley]

Beautiful Talon <3 but I can't come up with a good idea for him/her uvu <3 Good luck everyone!

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[houndpine]

One is for envy
And one just for spite
The cuts in my heart
They show in your eyes

Dont make it better
The twisting knife
Turns all by itself
On to someone else

Your self-liberation
Will leave this behind
Beyond slings and arrows
That rain on our minds
Youll make it better, shake it off
It never mattered anyway

If we dont make it alive
Well, its a hell of a good day to die
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long

And its ashes to ashes again
Should we even try to pretend?
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long

The banner youre waving
Is burning and red
Its blocking the sunlight
That shines overhead

You against the world
Diamonds and pearls
Voices inside you churn
Watch the city burn

Your own liberation
Will leave them behind
All the slings and arrows
That rain on your mind
Dont make it better, break it 'cause
It never mattered anyway

If we dont make it alive
Well, its a hell of a good day to die
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long

And it's ashes to ashes again
Should we even try to pretend?
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long

I won't come down
The banner youre waving
Is burning and red
You against the world
Diamonds and pearls
It never mattered, mattered, mattered anyway

If we dont make it alive
Well, its a hell of a good day to die
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long

And it's ashes to ashes again
Should we even try to pretend?
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long

Half-Truism by The Offspring

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»• username;;

evergreen.
hello there. i'm just a girl who is dying for a
kia. i'vet tried out countless time for one, only
to fail. but maybe that's a good things. if i hadn't
lost so many times, i wouldn't have a chance of
winning this kia.
i have fallen in love with this stunning girl.
if i could have a 'dream kia', she would be it.
all my favorite colors. a sleek, gorgeous design
perfection. i hope you like my form- there are
some great ones out there that i'm very, very
nervous about.


»• name;;

Voltage
what else could i think of,
with that bolt of lightning?
according to Merriam-Webster:
1: electric potential or potential
difference expressed in volts
2: intensity of feeling

»• gender;;

female
i honestly could never see this
beauty as anything but a beautiful
female. male? no.

»• art;;

by Shastalux
by LunaHydreigon
by me
by .Polaris., gifted to me from their form, love then forever
there's one order from another that
hasn't beenfinished and a limited number
of qualityartshops. but hey, art is not
the most important thing in a form. right?

»• personality;;

fierce•inventive•independent•
rebellious•reserved•thoughtful•
intelligent•fighter•dreamer
Voltage is quite a character. Let's say
you are meeting her for the first time.
You immediately notice her eyes. They
are bright and alive and sparking with
intelligence and fire. They are fierce
and tell you that she won't flinch from a
fight, but deep within them lurks softer
feelings, loneliness and confusion and hope
for a better future. She'll wait for you to
speak first, preferring to watch and wait
on the outskirts rather than jump in headfirst
into something. She doesn't have many friends.
Finds it hard to trust people after her
experiences. Not many wish to be friends with
her. Her eyes and her insomnia freak them out.
She's developed a sort of 'shell', which few will
ever breach to discover the truth about her
and her feelings and dreams. But those that do
will find a loyal, kind friend and companion
who will never abandon you. Because she knows
what it feels like to be alone.

171 words

»• story;;
They told me it had been raining all day when it happened. They said that I was angry, that otherwise I wouldn't have done something so crazy. That I wouldn't have run from my family into the arms of a thunderstorm.
That's what these strangers who say they are my family tell me.

Flashes of memory dart across the black night of my slumbering mind. Memories from before. A slippery hill of grass. Climbing up it, falling, but continuing upwards. The wind whipping my fur. Rain lashing my face. The air becoming charged. And then the lightning. Scorching, searing pain coursing through me.
Then nothing. This night that blankets me.
It seems like months later when I swim up through this dark, muffling sea to light and awareness. Well, not light exactly- a dim room with only a tiny sliver of sunlight filtering through underneath the door. I have no idea where I am. A terrible, nameless panic wells up inside me, and I haul myself to my feet, my body aching all over. I stumble over and throw myself against the door. It doesn’t budge. Now I really panic and I scream and scream and scream until my throat is raw and my body is bruised from hurling myself against the walls.
They wait until I am exhausted and nearly unable to move before coming in, a group of kias, trying to hug me and calling me by a strange name that I don’t know. Somehow I find strength again and fight like a cornered animal, biting and scratching wildly, snarling at them until they retreat.
They talk to me through the door. Tell me stories of a stranger’s life who they say is me. They feed me. Tell me that I got into an argument with my ‘parents’. Ran away in the middle of a storm only to be struck by lightning. They found me hours later, unconscious. Different than before. Changed.
The healers say my amnesia is caused by the rush of electricity through my skull, frying my synapses, and the sheer trauma of the event. They can’t explain why my eyes have changed, whites to black. They can’t explain why I feel like they are all lying to me about who I am. Or why I can’t sleep at night, that whenever I shut my eyes all I see is electricity everywhere. The electricity running through you and me.
I insist they call me Voltage. It’s the only clear thing I remember from my time spent unconscious. And it feels…right, somehow. Not like the name they keep trying to call me.
I feel like a prisoner. They haven’t come into my room again. They keep the door locked. There must be something wrong here. I have to escape somehow. Overpower them at my next meal, maybe. Somehow.
I need to get away. Be alone. Figure things out. Figure myself out. Where did I really come from? Why did I go up on that hill? What happened to me?

Who is Voltage?

514 words

[ExpensiveAlpaca]

Username: ExpensiveAlpaca

Gender: male
Name: December

Personality: December isn't the outgoing, sporty type. He is more reserved and quiet, sticking to himself and tending to be alone. He is very protective and can be agitated quickly, yet he does have a soft sweet side. He's smart and silent, but all the same cold hearted and easily angered.

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Username:: Crysalis~

Name:: Alois

Gender:: Male

Personality::
Alois has always been an odd child that was often mistaken for as a mute. Even now he will usually just nod or shake his head in reply. He doesn't think it is worth the effort to speak, but is he decides to his voice is soft and often lost in the wind. He is singled out from others because of this. He likes being by himself and carries around various plush animals with him. They keep him company and never ask him questions. Peace and quiet is what he enjoys, too much noise will only give him a headache.
Alois is more feminine then masculine since he is not interested in many things boys normally are interested in. Flowers, though allergic, butterflies, and stuffed animals are a few things he enjoys. Objects that shimmer and shine also catch his attention. Violence is something he doesn't take part in, he is physically weak and will bruise easy.
Many say he has a dreamy look on his face as he is always tired and his eyes aren't fully opened. Alois is always sleepy no matter how much sleep he gets and moves about sluggishly. He is also frail and sickly and usually stuck ay home because of an illness. Alois will sneak outside in cold weather or when the sun is out of sight as too much sun will make him pass out. It may be the reason he continues to get sick, but he likes the cold and even more the snow.
He loves to sculpt ice to make beautiful works of art. Carving from ice is his way of expressing himself. His favorite thing to carve are angels. He loves to sit and watch them melt away, the wings melting off first to reveal a fallen angel.


Story::

“Hey! Pass the ball over here!” A voice shouted to Alois. Alois nudged the ball that rolled in front of him towards a group of four probably around his age or older. They gave him odd looks and one stepped forward to grab the ball with his jaws. They didn't say anything to him but he heard them mutter to themselves.
“That's the mute boy.”
“He looks so sickly.”
“What if we catch it?”
Alois didn't bat an eye to their words, It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. He was well aware of what others said about him even when they didn't think he heard them. It didn't bother him anymore, he liked to be by himself to think. The only person that didn't seem to mind him was his caretaker, but that was her job.
Snow started to fall and he gazed up at the sky. His nose twitched as snow landed on his nose and quickly melted. As much as he wanted to run about and roll in the snow, he didn't have the energy to do so. Instead he followed the falling snow in what seemed like circles until her head an odd sound. Not as annoying as someone scrapping a utensil on a plate. It was almost eerie like a sound a haunted house would make.
Alois was too curious to be scared away and tried to locate the noise. The first thing he saw was a large block of ice. Then another like himself stepping out from behind it. He was much older though, ancient even and stark white.
“Hello boy.” He said with a smile.
Alois remained silent, but nodded his head to show he heard him.
The other chuckled, “Come, look at this.”
Alois went over to him and the Kia gestured to the block of ice. It wasn't just a chunk of ice like he thought. Carved into it was the face of a women, her eyes closed and a peaceful smile on her face.
“Have you heard of ice sculpting, boy?” The older one asked. His eyes sparkled in delight when Alois shook his head, “Using ice you can shape out anything your heart desires. This is Hannah...” He looked sadly at the face, “She's not finished yet.”
Alos titled his head in confusion and the other chuckled.
“I'm afraid I'm too old to continue with her. Actually...maybe you could do it? It's not that difficult it just requires an imagination and patience. Here, I'll show you.” The Kia used his claws to carve out what looked like hair. Alois sat and watched until the older Kia nudged him forward, “You try.”
Alois carefully tried to mimic him and winced at the harsh sound. He wasn't sure how long it took for the terrible noise to die down as he learned how to do it right. With words of encouragment he continued the sculpture to give her a gown. Hanah looked content with his clothing choice. He smiled at his work and turned to thank him, but the other Kia was gone. Alois found no paw prints in the snow. He just vanished.
Turning back to Hannah he decided to finish her in case the other returned. The sound of his claws on the ice no longer hurt his ears, but sounded like sweet music. Hannah had wings when Alois finished and the morning rays made her sparkle and shine. It must have been a trick of the eye, but Hannah seemed to be smiling right at him. He never saw the other Kiamara again, but silently thanked him.

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Fullbody By Me
Fullbody By blackvolfy
Headshot By Me
Human Character Concept By Me
Angel By Me

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