_____________________________________________________________________________-kansas
- his name is fel. simple name, doesn't mean anything. just fel. he'd named himself when we first met.
- fel is not someone whom i can just explain in a bunch of adjectives. he's much more... alive, than that. so why don't i just let you meet him, and decide for yourself who he is.
- _______“ so you want to see the world through my eyes? ha, um... okay. strange, but i've met stranger. well, what do you want to know? i'm a male kiamara with green and white and yellow and blue on me. uhm, i keep stuff. yeah, like my feathers? those are from the six most important things to me. two for my brother and sister, one for all my friends, one for my paws, another for my mind, and that last, torn up one? mmhmm, at the end of my tail? yeah, that's for my past. and boy do i have one helluva past. it doesn't really matter... ha-hakuna matata, right? heh, yeah... but i'm fine now. so what else do you want? i mean, what defines one's self? hmph, isn't that a question for gandhi. uhm, i like strangers. i like change. that's something rare about me, right? but just because i like change, does not mean it's easy for me. heck, resistance to change is one of my most destructive qualities. my mind keeps wandering, but sometimes... sometimes my heart's gotta play catch-up. my heart is on a leash, but that leash is frayed from years of wanting to stay. but i can't stay in places or with people for too long. my mind won't allow it. ...wow, am i making any sense? heh, umm, i'm just gonna, er, stop now, if that's cool with you? cool. great. uh, good talk. see ya 'round, friend. ”
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favorite place?
__________ i remember asking him this question, the day we met. he looked lost in his own head for a moment before answering.
i'll probably never forget what he said;
- _______“ favorite place? well, i can't discern a specific location, just a specific mental state. my favorite "place" to be is lost. the feeling of unknown opportunity, being a stranger in a strange land. i have what some would call wanderlust. you see, in the past, i was happy in familiar settings and mundane routines. now, routine only brings painful memories. i suppose you could say i'm running from my past, but i see it has living in the present. and the lost are left with nothing but the present for direction. ”
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tell me a poem
- i was the lion
________a king
not one could compare
that was before
many friends
_______many days
_____________possible love
that was before
_________________________________liar
_______________________________________thief
__________________________________________my roar no longer heard
______________________________________________my kingdom fallen through the cracks
__________________________________________________________my friends all turned their backs
- ________________it wasn't me who said those things
________________________it wasn't me who stole your wings
it wasn't me
how could it be
how could it be
__________________________________________________________but
_____________________________________________________________i
______________________________________________________________still
_________________________________________________________________fell
_________________________________________________________________________through.
this is now.
*note; i have each owner's permission / consent to use their characters in my form.
- i once asked him what the most memorable adventures had been through his "journeys to lost."
he told me of this one kia he'd met, who'd journeyed with him for days.
- _______“ she was different, that one. pretty too, eh? heh, but anyways... i believe her name was Sophie, yeah, that's right, Sophie. okay, so i'm off on my own, walking in this empty field in the dead heat of summer, when all of a sudden, this bright pink whirlwind knocks me over. we get up, apologise, and she asks me where i'm going. i say, all mysterious; "nowhere" and she just replies; "cool. mind if i tag along?" being the irresponsible, laid back kia i am, i just go with it, thinking she'll leave and go home after a while. she walked with me for three days. can you believe that? we talked about everything from her love of cats to my passion for pan sliding, and i often caught her staring at the ground, completely lost in thought. eventually, she just... went home. literally, we were talking and sitting beside a lake and she just said; "well, it's been great meeting you fel, but i really should get home. friends, yeah? i'll see you around." and with a wink she just... walked back. i guess she sticks out in my mind, because she was the first kia i'd ever met who was so... happy. she made me wanna be that happy too. ”
kia's to know ; sophie ( a friend ) belongs to Sanara
- i asked if he'd ever been in danger on one of his adventures. he laughed a long time before answering.
- _______“ so my sister, lilla, and i were both completely lost this one time out in the woods. now, i love my sister, but she can be a little... spastic, at times. anyway, we'd been hiking on some trail, and suddenly i heard a hissing sound. my sister, being the crazy female she is, went nuts, screaming and jumping around frantically. it turned out, i was the one who got bitten by the snake, not my flailing, shrieking sis. it was a pain i'll never forget. god, i thought my leg was on fire. and for the first time, i was pretty scared to be lost. i mean; we had no clue where we were going or where we were at the time. and then, out of nowhere, this random kia shows up. lilla is standing over me with her mouth hanging open, whispering; "oh my marvel, it's thor." sure enough, i looked up to see some random bloke rushing over, who just happened to be thor in freaking kiamara form. i thought the snake venom had gone to my brain. turns out, it was just a regular guy named eragon, who happened to hear my sister's shrieking from ahead on the trail. he saved my life by taking us through the woods as some shortcut to the nearest hospital. to this day, my sister will never let me forget how "thor saved my life." i'm still friends with him too, he's a lot like myself. ”
kia's to know ; lilla ( his sister ) belongs to Peachpie1164
eragon ( a friend ) belongs to DragonInAPiBox
- finally, i asked what the strangest thing he'd seen. he just kinda sat there, and got this far-away look in his eyes. he answered slowly;
- _______“ now she was a mystery. the strangest looking thing i'd ever seen. i mean, she kinda had a kiamara's tail, but the resemblance stopped there. and it all started over some blueberries. i was arguing with my brother finn, over the phone. i don't even remember what it was about, but i had been wandering for a really long time this journey. anyways, so my phone loses reception and i'm mad because i thought finny had hung up on me, wasn't looking where i was going, and next thing i know; my paws are covered in sticky blue paint. then i hear the growling. i look up and it's there. we're talking massive, towering figure of looming fur and metal. i thought i was going to die. long story short, i ended up apologising more vehemently than i've ever apologized in my life, and we ended up picking tons more blueberries all day. she was weird... and stoic. when she did talk though, she lost the edge that frightened me. i found her... intriguing. something amazing. she told me my voice was pretty, but i guess that's just her kind's way of giving a compliment. in the end, she left me feeling... awe. in awe of the world and the fact that there was always so much more to discover. her name was bastille, and she gave back my... excitement. ”
finn ( "finny" - his brother ) belongs to Rivkah
bastille ( a... friend? ) belongs to Wyrd
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