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Username;
Curious (I have not read the books.)
Kia Name;
Nico
Story;
The sun was setting in the distance as Nico padded briskly into his tribe's camp, a tiny bird clamped in his jaws. He placed the miniscule catch on two other small pieces of meat apparently meant to be the food pile. After releasing his prize, he made his way to the edge of the camp, plodding wearily with his paws sore and blistered. Settling under a willow tree, Nico began licking his bleeding paw pads tenderly and cleaning his fur. Whenever another Kiamara passed by, he merely looked up fast enough to give them a quick nod, but then returned straight to his business once more. When he finished he went to sleep. His fur was still dark with water and sticky with mud, but he didn’t seem to notice and continued to rest.
This was the custom in the tribe. Wake, hunt, clean, rest, never speak unless necessary. Wake, hunt, clean, rest, never speak unless necessary. Not one thing ever changed. Until one day when everything changed.
It was a normal day in camp. Nico was just getting up from his nest-bed and was making his way through the bushes to hunt when he heard a shriek. He rushed out, thorns tearing at his skin. When he finally squeezed out of the gap in the undergrowth, he caught sight of the most interesting creature he’d ever seen—yet the most familiar. A foreign Kiamara! Its bright colors and clean pelt stood out amongst the tribe’s custom dark fur and rugged look, and it was gazing at all of them with…was it fear? All the Kiamaras in the tribe knew of the others that lived in the world of technology, but never made to contact with them—they were afraid to face them. Nico started. We’re both fearful of each other…that’s why we’ve never gotten along! He saw his tribemates trembling and backing away from the newcomer, eyes flashing in confusion and shock. Nico, on the other hand, approached the visitor. He smiled.
Nico wondered if this Kia spoke often where it came from. It tentatively crept forward. “H-hello,” it said, tipping it’s head. Nico noticed it was a male. “Hello,” Nico said in his low, rumbly voice. The other Kiamara seemed to gain confidence when he replied. “Why doesn’t anyone else speak?” he asked, looking around at the others. “Are you the leader?” Nico laughed deeply. “No, no. We do not find the need to speak. Seemingly, you do.”
Light greetings and small talk followed for a while, which eventually progressed into talk of the modern world compared to life in a tribe. Nico and the newcomer talked all day, and for days after. He told stories of his life and so did the other Kia, and there was no lack of enthusiasm when they passed knowledge on to each other. The other Kiamaras in the tribe seemed to think poorly of the visitor, and smirked whenever he and Nico passed. Nico didn’t care. They were missing out on such wonderful and exciting stories! He felt sorry for their lack of imagination.
Eventually, the modern Kiamara had to leave and go back to his home. He asked Nico to join him. It didn’t take long for Nico to decide to go. Nico lives in the modern world today, learning all he can and traveling all over the world. After all, life is short and there is so much to discover.
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WIP
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