by eli ayase » Tue Nov 19, 2013 8:24 am
ignore I realized its non owner ono
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by Lady Who » Tue Nov 19, 2013 8:24 am
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Personality: » Mungo always tried to be a good Kia, but when he was younger, he would always getting blamed for things that he did not do. He always got into the wrong groups with the wrong Kias as he got older, and he grew to like being bad.
Mungo does not talk much, if you get too close he will growl or snap at you. He does not fight, he will only brake them up. He does not seem to do bad things with others like smoke, but he will drink as he says "it helps the pain."
Mungo has a short temper that you should never mess with. He may scare others with his quietness and hard, unwelcoming eyes. he is often overcome with emotion but never shows it he may walk away when he does. he also takes interest in arguments and debates to see what happens. He always disappears when there a bad storm, others say he goes off to kill, but others say he goes off to mourn his dead friend that he killed, no one really knows.
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Story Regarding His Inspiration: »The rain fell hard as a dark, soaked mass ran fast down a muddy path. Lighting lit up the dark sky as the figure stopped, showing the dark, blood-stained fur of Mungo. Thunder roared all around him, so powerfully it shook the ground below him.
Mungo looked back down the path, and started running again. He felt his heart drop as he ran farther, the picture of his friend laying on the ground, unmoving and lifeless, flashed into his head. He winced, shaking his head as if to shake the image out of his brain. It was no use, that one image was stuck in his memory.
As lighting struck somewhere nearby, he could still hear the crowd chant “You're no saint!” over and over in his head. It seemed to whisper through the trees, rattling the branches of a dead oak tree above him. It's dead, leafless branches fell all around him like bones. He escaped from that place, running over tiny brooks and into mud that squashed between his toes.
After running away for the longest time, Mungo stopped at a river that was overflowing it's banks. The gray kiamara shook his head lightly to clear it of all gruesome images, then plunged into icy floodwater. He swam against the current, fighting to stay above water. A powerful wave forced him under, filling his mouth, nose, and ears with dirty-brown floodwater. He felt himself spinning and flipping underwater, which seemed to last forever. He felt himself bump up against a rock, which he desperately tried to climb. His claws scraped against the large stone, but his muddy wet fur seemed to drag him back down. Finally, he found a sure foothold, and boosted himself up with powerful back legs.
He stood up on the highest point of the rock, looking over the rushing floodwater. He could still hear the chant of "You're no saint!" in his waterlogged ears. He shook his head, and quickly turned around and escaped into a flat grassland. He could feel the electricity in the air, and before he knew it, he saw a flash and felt the electricity going through his body. It seared his muscles and seemed to go through his veins. His body gave up, and he fell face first into the grass.
When the kiamara woke, it was still raining just as hard. Thunder rolled in the far distance. He suddenly felt an uneasy presence, making him slowly - almost fearfully - look up. His friend was standing above him, transparent and glowing brightly, still with the wounds Mungo had given him.
Mungo opened his mouth to speak to him and beg for forgiveness, but nothing came out but some spark-sounding noise. The friend looked down at him and said, almost with an echo, "You're no saint, and you will never be." The friend then turned, and walked into the rain.
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by genski » Tue Nov 19, 2013 12:23 pm

genski

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Jupiter

loves music, out going, friendly, very easy to get along with sometimes,
stubborn

one day Jupiter was out side when it started to rain
so he went inside he found that the more he watches the rain the more
he fell in love with the rain ,and anything that has to do with it.
And now he records every rain storm.

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by LightningStrike3 » Wed Nov 20, 2013 9:21 am
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I am just a simple Lightning,
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I get bored easy.
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