[geotalon]

A kiamara is a wolf/lion-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?

This is ONE of the two saber siblings! This saber is related to this one.
To win this kia, please read this post carefully.

RULES
First off, I only want to see finished forms posted! No marks, no WIPs, please only finished forms! I won't disqualify you for editing, but any WIP and mark posts I see will not count. To elaborate on this, all sections but be filled out in order to post, no partially filled forms or empty sections.

Secondly I don't want to see any art or pictures! This contest is partial based on coding and partially based on the content and I would not like to see images in the form. Get creative without placers!

Thirdly, no extras, but quotes and text are allowed.

Lastly, the journal entries have to be a journal entry format! That means "I" "we" "us" ect.



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For the journal entries, please have the FIRST ENTRY be of a childhood/teen memory or moment.
For the SECOND ENTRY, please have it be something recent in their life!

Ends April 6th

[Cosmos4]

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My name is .
I'm known to be tough, resourceful and kind. I love my brother, Tai, to bits and couldn't stand it if he died.
My mother was shot when I was younger so I never knew her.
My father was just never around after she died and slowly he disappeared.
I have grown up alone, learning and failing my way through life.

Monday 12th

Urgh... It's Monday again. I don't know I can be bothered to get up but the sun insists on rising, so I have too.
As I drag myself out of bed, I'm reminded of a memory.
Getting my brother and I out of bed was an enormous task as none of us seemed to want to leave the warmness of our beds. Our mother used to come into our rooms with hot chocolate every morning to try and tempt us out of our rooms. Now, my mother is gone so I must make the journey from my bedroom to the kitchen alone. Today, I think as I pad quietly down the hall, careful not to wake my brother, is a day to stay in bed. I'm right, as nothing goes planned. I walk outside for some fresh air, only to bump into a picnic of humans. Humans are to be avoided as they hunt us for our gorgeous fur.
Still, I'm curious and watch them from a distance. One of the younger humans spots my bright pink fringe poking out of the bush and decides to ambush me. Great. I returned to our den in a grumpy mood as being chased by a small girl is not the kia behavior.
My lazy good for nothing brother has finally risen and is also in a bad mood so we both snap at each other. I then storm out of the den in a rage, then remember the girl and disappear to my room to clean. It helps me think, to have everything in order, place. When my mother died, everything was out of place. Including me. I worked so hard to find us a spot to live, food to eat and a bed to sleep on.

Wednesday 15th

I wondered out of my den this morning to find it raining. The landscape around me is bleak and dull. I flicked my mane out of my eyes to try and get a better look at the thing lying, sodden, on the ground. All I felt like doing right there was hopping back into my cosy den and sleeping the rest of the day off. A noise in the bush off to my right makes a noise. Squinting through the rain, I tried to see what was making the noise. Curiously, I walked forward and sniffed the bush. It makes the noise again and I jumped back, scared. I flicked my mane out of my eyes and use my paw to push away the wet leaves in the bush. What I see makes my heart freeze and for a second I see my mother, lying on the ground...
In the wet bush is a kiamara. Not any Kia, though. My brother lies in the bush, his eyes barely open.
'Tai?' I whispered. What is my brother doing, lying half dead on the ground?
Please don't be dead, I whisper. 'Tai?' I said again, louder this time. He moaned, and to my horror, blood gushed from a wound in his side.
I was at my mother's side again. She is lying on the ground, gasping as her life drains out of a hole in her side. 'Talia,' she gasped. 'Stay away from humans. They will kill you for your beautiful pelt...'
'No.. mother!' I squeaked, my heart hammering a million times a second. 'You'll be fine! We can fix this...'
'Talia, look after Tai,' my mother whispered. 'He's too young to know the difference...'
As my mother took her last breath, I swore to the sky that I would look after my brother even if it killed me. Tai lay beside me as my promise to my mother flew away.
What was I going to do?
Taking a deep breath, I surveyed the woods, looking for anyone, anything that could help me. I ran towards that big human dwelling. As I approached it, a human girl looked up at me and her face paled. She quickly got in her car and drove away. Panic was starting to eat my paws and I glanced down at a puddle left by the rain. My face appeared and I see my long, curving fangs and my heart crushes. I'm proud of those tusks, they are the only thing I inherited from my mother. They are the only part of her in me. I put my head up to the sky and howl. My world I've tried so hard to put together is falling apart.

Everyone thinks I'm brave,

but inside

I'm

just

a girl.

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[serl]

Name:Sara
Gender:Female
Journal Entry1:When I was a child,people would make fun of my teeth.They would call me Saber Sara.I really hated it.
Journal Entry2:Yesterday,I found out that some girl was teasing my friend.So,I quickly ran over there and growled a stop it.But she attacked me like a fighter!She got suspended from school,but I ended up in total ruins.

[dogshrimp]

Name:
Finn Desolation Hertz -called by the name 'Renegade'

Gender:
Female- falsely claims to be male

Hello.... book
it's July 15th, 2003... I am approximately twelve years, three months, seven days, and twenty six minuets old... seven... eight...

Fear is but an imagination of the future, yet I am still afraid. At least, they always told me that it was an illusion of sorts. I don't get it. How can something so fake feel so real? Maybe they're lying. Momma told me that it was the nature of living things to lie.... out of fear. Why is everyone so afraid? What are they running from? I can't see them out of this little window too well, it's dark, and they're really loud. I want to run too, in fear, in joy, it doesn't matter. I want to be afraid out there. I want to be somewhere.... I want to be someone. I'm going to do it, they can't stop me now. I'm going outside. I'm changing just like the sky, the time, yes yes. They won't know who I am, who I was, I'm going to run. We can all be afraid.... together. Tick tock. Tick tock. Thirteen minuets old now. Times running. Running out. They're running. Running out of time. Watch them run, watch them fall, watch it all end. They don't know I'm here, but I know they are there. I can see them. One.... two.... three.... and they are gone. Time is gone. It didn't want to run anymore. No fear. Without a future there is no fear. No, no. They are not afraid...

December 5th, 2013. 3:24pm.
One can only wonder why I have taken the time out of my day to speak with a piece of paper within a series of other papers just as bland as it's former and the next in line. A shame for this cover and it's bindings for this is the last page. It's days, just as everyone else's, have been limited... and this is where the end lies it seems. I have no intentions of replacing it, I need no more dull pieces of wood pulp flattened into mindless sheets to converse with. To speak with something so mindless I'd just the same as talking to ones self. I am not mad, no matter their opinions. All of them will die, their friends will die, their families as well. Even I, when fate decides it to be necessary, will die. The angels will choke on their halos, the devils burn in their lava, the world will collapse in on itself. It is unavoidable, something that can be nothing but feared for it is the future.... it is unknown. Perhaps you as well are thinking now, how will you die, when, where is the end? What will it be like? A shame you are left to imagine, to think, to fear.

[teethpaste]

Name:Louisa (Lulu as she prefers)

Gender:female

Journal Entry1: Thursday 27th March 2014
Dear Diary
Well, today at school we got asked about our biggest memory of when we were young and I didn't know what to write about, you see I have little memories of when I was young, but one of them shines through brightly. No, it wasn't happy but it's something I can't forget. I prefer not to talk about it in public just for the sake of not drawing attention towards myself, I also don't want people to tread me differently like they feel sorry for me. It was a warm sweltering day in July and the sky was clear and as blue like the ocean, the little clouds i saw looked as if they were icing dumped in the middle of the sky. It was my first day of school and I was in class 1W, Mrs Welcon of primary one. Anyone could and would be apprehensive about the first day but it was especially apprehensive for me, I've always been a irregular child because of my teeth. My brother is lucky, he has never been treated differently in a bad way, for him the teeth have always been cool or attractive. I arrived at the school and there was a girl who I'm guessing was in the same year group as me, she stared at me like I was some kind of television show. She yanked on her mums coat and whispered something to her, she wasn't very sly though and I heard everything she whispered. What she said exactly was "Mummy, what's wrong with her? She's like an alien but not a nice one." Her mother whispered back to her "Just stay away from her sweetie." I never forgot her face and to this very day, minute, second I still remember it. My brother glared at me with caring eyes then we both walked off to our classes, we were early and luckily there weren't many people in the room. When I entered the classroom painted in a baby blue I saw a man, I wondered if I had walked into the classroom but either way it would've still been embarrassing. Suddenly he raised from what seemed like a regular desk chair and swiftly walked past me as if he was trying to avoid me. I walked over to the middle of the room in between some desks which were arraigned in a horse shoe shape. I saw a girl walk in and she eyed me up then walked over almost immediately. "Who are you?" She said it in a snappy tone. "My name is Louisa, but people call me Lulu. It's my first day at this school" I replied in a quiet voice. "Interesting name, well I'm Juliet." This time she seemed more friendly when speaking. A loud bell rang and my heart skipped a beat then a tall woman walked in, her hair was in a neat bun and she was wearing a black dress. She sat down at the desk and looked over the computer and we made eye contact. "Hello dear, are you Louisa?" Her voice was sweet and calm. "I prefer to be called Lulu." I tried to say it in a polite format but I'm not sure how polite it sounded. "Okay, come stand next to me and I'll introduce you to the class once they all arrive" A few minutes later a group of children walked in I'm guessing there were around twelve of them. They all sat down in a desk and looked at Mrs Welcon she lead me over to the front of the room and presented me to the class. "Children we have a new girl in our class, she's called Lulu!" They all scanned me with a judgmental eye. She led me over to a desk next to a girl and a boy. They looked at each other but once I had sat down they looked forward. When the next bell rang everyone ran outside and I trailed behind them. Some girls came up to me and one sat next to me but the rest of them looked down at me then one of them offered to let me play with them and so I said yes because I needed some friends. It was a mistake. We played infection and I was the infected, they ran away from me every time I came close and shortly after it started I realised that I was being bullied but in a form that was hard to realise. I said that I didn't want to play anymore and then walked off into a dark corner. "Cry baby, cry baby! You're just too slow to catch us!" They ran up to me and one of them started hitting me and the others soon caught on and then they all started chanting cry baby and soon enough it was kicking. One of them had started saying stop guys stop but no one listened, she just stood at the back and looked at the ground. The bell rang and I walked as fast as I could and as soon as I got to class I asked Mrs Welcon if I could go see the nurse. She gave me permission and asked a boy called Charlie to take me, he had a soothing voice an pretty blue eyes which shone like stars in the night sky. He was talking to me about my teeth and how they don't make me that different, he thought they were cool and unique. Once we got to the nurse he walked about to class and I told the nurse that i wasn't feeling well and asked if i could go home. My mum came to pick me up about half an hour later. Once we got home I just stayed in my room until dinner and I went to bed early. I've never spoken about it to any members of my family apart from my brother, he's like my best friend. I suppose those people who sacrificed their life to pretend to be my friend for a day are the biggest jerks, sure it was a kind thing to do but seriously people! It's kinda rude to pretend to be someones friend just because you feel sorry for them, y'know? That's really all I have to say for today! I'll be back tomorrow!

Journal Entry2: Friday 28th March 2014
Dear Diary
Hey, I'm back! Recently we bought a new house and earlier today we moved into the house, it's painted white and it's very modern. My room is huge! I have a mirror wall and a massive window on one side, it's like my dream room! Anyway, getting back to the move, so we moved into the house and since it's in a different area my brother and I have to go to a different school and we've been going for a week although we've only been in the house for about, five... four, four hours! I can't say that many people were sad to see my go but whatever, at my new school everyone is really nice to me, the girls really like how unique I am and my pink hair. They say I'm really lucky because i have unique teeth and my name is 'so cute' The boys in my class were talking to me and they thought i was really cool and this girl called Julia came up to me and claimed that a boy called Connor likes me which I was pretty excited about I guess, I mean people like me at this school! Maybe it's the fact I'm older or maybe it's just this school is more understanding. At my old school I didn't have many friends and I always sat alone at lunch at a table by myself and it was never difficult to find a table with room for me, but now I have a whole group of friends and everyone in my year seems to know who I am which is really cool! And now it's really hard to find a table to fit all of us on. I do much better in school now that I'm less lonely and happier, but thats just because of the school. The girls in my class are all really nice and they say that I'm really caring person and that I'll probably win the caring prize at the end of the year. We learn french and German which i find really fun except we have to listen and focus quite a bit, if we don't listen and focus we'll probably fail but I'm quite good at languages. So yeah, I've moved school and I have tons of friends now. Be back soon, or tomorrow! Bye!

[finoodle]

♕♕They call me Carrie, Carrie the killer♕♕
Name: Carrie
Gender: Female
Journal Entry #122
Day; July, 4th, 1996
I, Carrie Karma Creme have have a long today! So first of all happy forth of July! Secondly, the fireworks show was crazy!!! I was sitting with my friends when then it started without me knowing and I almost went d was f Bessie it was soooo loud. They were all really pretty and I was ooing and awing at every single one. THERE IS A BUT! Then one of them faced the wrong way and was sent flying into the audience! It caught a woman's hair on fire and she was running around frantically screaming to put it out. I WAS BALLING IT WAS SO FUNNY! Then after it ended me and my buds went to go get ice cream. We went to Mr. Frosty's house of Splits. I got a double fudge brownie sundae with hot fudge sauce. Finally we got home after the show, I went deaf for around a hour and watched TVs shows on my couch before going to bed and writing this now. Good night Diary
-Love Carrie
Journal Entry #1,278
Day; March, 22, 2014
Dear diary, yes you know that when I right dear diary that means this important. Now today I went to a carnival! It was super fun and I got to ride my first roller coaster! IT WAS AWESOME!!! I have yet another addition believe it or not. Just the gravity sucking you to your seat and the wind in your face. It was called the: "THE SCREAMING SKULL". After almost puking on the person beside in my seat I got some cool pink cotton candy and pulled a flyer saying that they might need help next year so I will be applying for the job.

[KogasBabyGirl]

Name:
Tokala
Gender:
Male
Journal Entry1:

March 23, 2005 Friday Afternoon
Today, My brother and I went out to the fields to play tag in the tall foxtail grass as soon as the sun rose. He would hide from me and I would have to use my nose to try to find him or just follow the mess of trails he would leave in the green foxtails. It is so much fun to play with my brother. I never want to grow up if it means I don't have time for my brother.... I mean what fun would that be? But some times I wonder what I'm going to be like when I grow up. I wonder if i will be strong or wise or maybe even both!! That would be so awesome to be both strong and wise!! I wonder if I still write in my Journal. Would I ever go back and read my journal? Or would I have written so much that I have 10,000 Journals laying around. Then I would never get to read my past entries because I would have to many.
That's it!! I'm going to write in my journal every other day then everyday that way I will not fill up so many journals! So that way I can come back and read my entries when I feel like it!! But anyway My day was amazing!! Me and my brother got each other gifts after playing in the fox tails ALL morning!! I got him a toy that spins and he got me my journal!! This is my First time writing... Oh! I should say "Hi" to my Future self! Hi Future self!! Does my brother still call me a girl? Am I strong, Wise, or Both? I wish my future self could answer that would be awesome!! Oh, well, It's time for bed now journal. I cant believe I wrote in you till Bed time anyway good night!!

Journal Entry 2:

April 19, 2014 Saturday Noon
Hello old Friend, My day has gone not so good. Brother is once again late for our Saturday meeting. I miss being a kid. Ever since me and my brother split ways its been hard my only friend is you. I went back and started reading my old journals again this would be the 15th time. The more I read them the more I see things have changed. Brother is always late, We don't spend time with each other anymore, and Everyone has just disappeared. Everyone, but you journal. Well.. well Look who's here. Brother is here but so is the rain that means we will just have a meet and greet then he will leave like always. Well maybe I will stay dry and hopefully you will to journal. I'm going to leave you under this Large Leaf Maple Tree. It should keep you dry. I will see you tonight and will tell you how things go. See you later.

[Ralonica]

*nervous squeak* I'm so sorry Talon. ;A;

Name:

Aksel

Gender:

Male

Journal Entry1:

The bloodlust came again.
It's coming more often now. This time it happened right in the middle of physical education class and I nearly attacked Alice. But as I was running towards her, I slipped and bashed my head on the floor of the basketball courts. Then I was rushed off to the sick bay and no-one noticed my aggression because I was concussed. A lucky coincidence, I say.
I still haven't told mother yet. Every time I'm about to approach her, I lose the courage. Is there something wrong with me? I'm supposed to be a normal kia, who has lots of friends, gets good marks at school.
But I'm not.

Journal Entry2:

These saber teeth can be either awesome, or a nuisance. If I ever decided to drop everything and become a mad rampaging serial killer, then they'd be in handy then. But not when I'm eating steak at the dinner table.

[rem sleep]

Name: Psyche [Sy-key]
Gender: Male
Journal Entry 1:

Dear Diary,

Today is the fifth day of March, and as such I'm finally becoming two years old. Never have I been so excited! Mommy and Daddy say today is when I must go and find my feathers; brother and I have been talking all day about them all day! In our family, the Saber family, it is tradition to go into the wild and hunt for your feathers. When you find them, you fasten them to yourself and return. Once they are fastened, they are as much a part of you as your fur or your limbs.

On this day, I must go and find my feathers. And quite honestly, I'm very afraid. Brother has always been larger than me, and he's worried as well. If brother can't find his feathers… how can I? But Mommy and Daddy assure us things will be fine, after all we have Saber blood in our veins!

With pride bubbling in our hearts, our parents send us off in separate directions, for we must find our own ways. I have no time to write now, Diary. Today is an important day.
Hopefully, I will see you again soon.
Wish me luck!

~Psyche

Journal Entry 2:

Dear Diary,

How many years has it been? I must say, finding you in my old cave was really… Eye opening. I've re-read all of my previous entries- how could I have ever forgotten you? Brother and I have grown now- and we are far stronger and larger than we were back then. I did find my feathers in the end, four of them! They're rather handsome, if I do say so myself. I rather adore them- their green tips remind me of my dear brother's.

Speaking of brother; yesterday we got into another fight. Now don't get me wrong, Diary. We do not resent one another nor dislike one another, we simply fight systematically to see which of us is stronger! It's obvious that then and now, brother is the stronger among us. I still enjoy our bonding battles though.

Later the same day we went fishing. I recall brother had taught me how to fish when we were young. I always caught the largest though- and my large haul brought me much pride in my youth. Still today I can catch bigger fish than him! He actually tumbled into the stream today, which quickly ended the venture and brought us here in search of warmth to dry off from the incident.

Then I found you under a rock near my old room- isn't that odd Diary? To stumble upon you again after so long!
Well it seems brother is dry, and for now I must leave you. However, I'll keep you tucked away somewhere safe- who knows I may need you again someday!
Goodbye for now.

~Psyche