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Reserved <3

[lunar-lynx]

Dropping Out </3
Not as attached to her as I originally thought,
and I've fallen hard for another girl so I'd like to focus on her form alone
This babe needs to go to someone who will adore her, and that's not me ^^;
I'd be more than happy to help with judging if you have any trouble deciding
I love to help with guest judging ♥

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❝ ...sʜᴇ sᴀʏs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs

ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴᴇss,

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Iᴛ's sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ

ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅᴇ;

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Sʜᴇ's sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ

ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ sᴛɪʟᴇᴛᴛᴏ,

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Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ

ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ. ❞

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name ;; Tsula Harjo. [ Tsoo-lah Har-joh ]
-- the meaning: Tsula is a female Cherokee name translating to "fox."
xxx xxx xxx xxxHarjo is from the Muscogee Creek word Hadcho meaning "crazy" or "so brave as to seem crazy."
-- the origin: as I wanted to make Tsula a Native American, as most Kiamaras are not, that is the origin of her name.
-- the reason: foxes are often associated with the crafty or manipulative. as this is the basis for her personality, I felt that her name had to reflect that as well. not to mention that "Tsula Harjo" has a rather nice ring for a wanted criminal, and a rather insane one at that.

gender ;; female.

age ;; five in canine years ; twenty six in human.

orientation ;; demisexual; she's attracted to those she has an emotional connection with.

word count: 121

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xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx⇢ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ғᴏx

You'll remember her most by the lies she tells. A liar, a deceiver, a manipulator; she'll twist you 'round her finger to get what she wants, and the moment you're useless, she'll discard you. She's quick on her feet, used to making swift decisions in a pressured situation, and she's not one to be underestimated. Sharp tongue, blunt attitude, vicious persona; she makes herself clear, and when she means to harm you, you'll know.

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx⇢ ᴇsᴛᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴀʀʏ

Since the young, sweet age of thirteen this ruthless young woman has built up quite the reputation as a gun for hire. Though not as active as she was as a teenager, Tsula is still a wanted criminal and a bad-to-the-bone personality. She specializes with antique guns and a variety of knives; but even weaponless she's more dangerous than she seems. She knows more than a hundred ways to kill a person with her bare hands.

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx⇢ sᴏʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ

Most would consider it a lonely and depressing life without friends nor family. Tsula views it as an advantage; the less people you trust, the less people that can be used against you. The only one this young woman stands by is her mentor - and often partner - Sin Jo, another distinguished woman of Tsula's trade. In this woman's mind, having people that care for you only drags you down.

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx⇢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ

Behind the invincible illusion that Tsula puts off, there's a broken, lonely young woman with a fear of defeat and a need for support. She refuses to let herself show weakness, and few people are persistent enough to chip away at the ice and stone surrounding her mind and heart. The hardest part is those who do try to demolish her walls end up getting harmed by her twisted psyche in the process. It is a terribly vicious game.

word count: 300

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d e b r i e f i n g

issues: paranoia, sociopathy.
d.o.b.: december eighth.
charges: assault, battery, murder of both
degrees, owning illegal weapons, possession of
stolen goods and weapons, impersonation,
bribery, blackmail, theft, robbery, kidnapping,
torture... the list continues from here.
accessories: the wanted Sin Jo.
family: parents missing and assumed
dead, no siblings or other kin.
weapons: antique guns from the
seventeenth to the twentieth centuries,
stiletto knives, switchblades, katanas.

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if subject is sighted

call the authorities.
anyone found aiding
and/or abetting

The young lady, thirteen at the time, sat upon the curb of the busy little city, cars rushing past and spraying her with what was left of an autumn rain, not caring of her misfortune nor of her existence. She clutched a chieftain headdress in her hands: one her father had given her before leaving with her mother to help a friend with some “important business” that the teenager was apparently not old enough to concern herself with. She snorted, rummaging through her pockets. She was old enough to be alone, old enough to prove herself; but she hardly felt up to that. She was emotionally and physically drained... and she missed her parents.

Her long dark locks tumbled over her shoulder and she pursed her lips in slight irritation. Ears flicking, she became aware that something had joined her in the dark and silence of the barely lit street; she paused, muscles rigid and body poised to flee. A guttural growling could then be heard, and light brown eyes stared back at her from the shadows of an alley, merely ten feet away, hungry and vicious.

She barely had time for the air to leave her lungs in a shriek when it moved in for the kill. Claws ripped at her back and shoulders, her head tipping back as she gritted her teeth in pain and tried to fight her beastly assailant. She swung around, uprooting its sharp claws from her flesh, and grabbing it by the paws. She hit it against the nearby lamppost, before dropping it and beginning to run. It was large and it was obviously powerful; she had to get away from it.

It was quite swift, too, for it caught up with her in only a couple leaps and bounds. She turned around to face it, and met a rather incredible sight.

It looked like one of the wolves out of the zoo, however it was mutated in such ways that made it more dangerous than any of what it originally was. Glowing saliva dripped from its maw, and its teeth were abnormally elongated, with some of its fur being more like the feathers of a bird. It was bleeding in the head where she had slammed it into the post, and its blood was a toxic shade of brown, matching its eyes in a freakishly hideous manner.

It raised one massive paw, knocking her to the ground and towering over her, hot, noxious breath in her face and making it hard to breathe. Tsula hissed softly, pressing herself against the pavement to avoid inhalation. Without warning, twin pistols went off, leaving two large holes in the side of the beast. It staggered on top of her, and she felt the blood mingle with her already open wounds.

There was a hissing of blood on blood and she cried out in pain, rolling out from under the dying monster and raising herself to her hands and knees. She looked up to see another dark Kiamara, holding the smoking guns that had saved her life and taken the beast's. The young woman was maybe a few years older than she was, in her mid- to late teenage years.

“You're lucky to be alive,” gruffed the obviously indifferent assassin, but Tsula could feel that she wouldn't step away from this incident the same. She wiped the dark blood from her fur, though stripes had dried on. What sadness and naivety she had left was gone in a blaze of pain and viciousness as the toxic substance took over her body. The young teenager grinned wickedly, her dark brown eyes now brighter and more malicious.

“Life should be lucky to have me,” she mused with a cruel chuckle, plucking two feathers from the beast and tying them to her tail and ear. The assassin seemed relatively amused by the now aloof Native American, murmuring, “Kid, do you need a job?”

thirteen years later –
Tsula Harjo stood over her victim, watching him slowly expire with a sadistic lack of mercy and compassion in her gaze. In the dim light, her irises radiated an eerie light, and seemingly glowing stripes in her hair were the brightest thing about her. There was blood everywhere, including upon her hands and the stiletto used to slit her sufferer's throat. Her precious knives were always sharpened until they cut through flesh as if it was akin to water; but then most stilettos were.

Another figure appeared in the abandoned warehouse that she had cornered her victim within, saying softly, “Come now, before we have any witnesses.” The Native American nodded with a wicked grin toward her accomplice, slipping out into the night just as the man sprawled on the floor took his last breath, body pale and clothes stained with his own crimson life force.

The woman responsible was as unforgiving as the night itself.

word count: 812

by iianto

title word count: 33 // category word count: 20 // other word count: 2
total word count in form: 76 + 812 + 300 + 121 + 33 +20 + 2 = 1364
lyrics credit to Billy Joel's Stiletto.

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res with the name Kokonattsu or Koko

[Levina]

Username: Lucky Hound, feel free to call me Lucky!
Name:Felicity is of the Latin origin and means happiness, joy ect.
Gender: Female

February 4th 2012
8am- I was very sleepy i could hardly walk in a line i put my leg warmers on my tail for some reason thats how sleepy i was, i went to the bathroom sink and splashed water over my face to wake me up, i blinked rapidly to get the water out of my eyes and gain focus as i had slight double vision for 10 seconds at least. I looked at my wrist watch to see the time 8am... i waited a second before realizing i had a camping trip and needed to leave for the bus stop at 8:30 i quickly rushed downstairs nearly tripping up, and sat on my purple beanbag my legs felt cold, and my tail felt warm? Then i realized i had my leg warmers on my tail i quickly took them off and put them on my front legs before walking into the kitchen, i poked my head inside the cupboard there at the very top i saw my all time favorite Jammy doughnut's! I had one that i ate quickly, my mouth was all sticky from the jam i had to wash it or it would stick to my fur. After washing my mouth i checked the time 8:17 I rushed to get my brush then brushed my mane it was all silky and smooth. I stuffed the brush in my bag and set of for the bus stop. I ran to get there in time as i didn't want to be late eventually, I got there a 8:50 just in time 10 minutes later i would of missed it! I saw my friend and shouted i stopped running. I was panting heavily out of breath before i even started camping.
9am- We where on the coach i was next to my friend messing around joking, laughing i can't even remember why we where but.. I guess that we just where! After 10 minutes on the coach we started singing, not any good song a nursery rhyme ''The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round all day long!'' Yeah were all too old for that but i don't see why not?
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[Haze-L-Kitten]

Withdrawing, I'm unable to meet the requirements at this time.

[FoxerOwl]

possible res with the name Nineveh <3

edit: and she believes strongly in egypt culture; being an archaeologist

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My name is FoxerOwl, and I own two kiamaras; Vala and Aviva.

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Her name is Nineveh, but she doesn't mind going by Nine! Pronounced nine-eh-vay.

Gender:
Nineveh is definitely a female, and she doesn't mistake anyone once they meet her.

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I will only be listing the traits as I want room for other things.
Nineveh is;

Independent --
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[ChirpyFox]

Mark<3
Name reserve ;; Nevada

[Ray.]

Reserved with the name Wolfen

[a sky full of stars]

Total reserve!!! He's BEAUTIFULLLL!!