Raegami wrote:hey viscus, can we add extras? like in the counterpart just as long as we dont go overboard?
yup yup
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Re: Kiamara #507
by Viscus » Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:05 am
yup yup
> "get creative with your form"
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hello!
i am Viscus, they/them is fine
i like to speak in blue
i am a Kiamara artist
ask me things on my ask.fm!
find me elsewhere through the links!
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hello!
i am Viscus, they/them is fine
i like to speak in blue
i am a Kiamara artist
ask me things on my ask.fm!
find me elsewhere through the links!
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Re: Kiamara #507
by .Toboe. » Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:15 am
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Re: Kiamara #507
by Offended Cockatiel » Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:48 am
Once upon a time,
With a vast amount of time gone by since, when the world was full of fascination...
Now
This
In a land, so far forgotten in history that textbooks had missed every opportunity to mention it, lived a lonely boy.
Boy, yes, that's what he was. A boy, born looking immensely different from his mother and father, a dark meadow of fur, covered in unsettling markings. They called him a goblin, a troll, a yellow eyed monster if they had ever laid sight upon one. Which, they most certainly hadn't. The townsfolk, they said he looked like a... Like a frog.
Frogs: "What a disgusting species," most thought. Frogs didn't deserve companionship and kindness, they were just... Extreamly, disgusting animals for god's sake, why would anyone care or even give two pieces of bread about frogs?
Of course the young boy, his namesake placed Grimsly, thought otherwise from the first moment he laid eyes upon these creatures.
And for his linking appearance to these 'disgusting' animals people were repulsed by this boy.
But this is not a melancholy story, for Grimsly saw solace and beauty in these creatures others despised.
He had never plucked at heart strings, as at the age of five, he was found out, hidden within the tall grass, in the day all through to night... Adoring how each frog croaked in a voice most couldn't reach. How they hopped -- oh how he'd giggle at the way they blinked -- as little of a thing as that may have been. They made the little boy giddy, and glad of whatever existence there may be in the world.
Sometimes you just couldn't make a connection to your own kind, like you could another.
With a vast amount of time gone by since, when the world was full of fascination...
Now
This
In a land, so far forgotten in history that textbooks had missed every opportunity to mention it, lived a lonely boy.
Boy, yes, that's what he was. A boy, born looking immensely different from his mother and father, a dark meadow of fur, covered in unsettling markings. They called him a goblin, a troll, a yellow eyed monster if they had ever laid sight upon one. Which, they most certainly hadn't. The townsfolk, they said he looked like a... Like a frog.
Frogs: "What a disgusting species," most thought. Frogs didn't deserve companionship and kindness, they were just... Extreamly, disgusting animals for god's sake, why would anyone care or even give two pieces of bread about frogs?
Of course the young boy, his namesake placed Grimsly, thought otherwise from the first moment he laid eyes upon these creatures.
And for his linking appearance to these 'disgusting' animals people were repulsed by this boy.
But this is not a melancholy story, for Grimsly saw solace and beauty in these creatures others despised.
He had never plucked at heart strings, as at the age of five, he was found out, hidden within the tall grass, in the day all through to night... Adoring how each frog croaked in a voice most couldn't reach. How they hopped -- oh how he'd giggle at the way they blinked -- as little of a thing as that may have been. They made the little boy giddy, and glad of whatever existence there may be in the world.
Sometimes you just couldn't make a connection to your own kind, like you could another.
Then, one night
When the moon was only half and half really,
As if someone had taken a bite from it,
As the crickets hummed, the fireflies mused
Animals slept
And the frogs croaked
A curse came onto lonely little Grimsly
"She said it was a blessing."
When the moon was only half and half really,
As if someone had taken a bite from it,
As the crickets hummed, the fireflies mused
Animals slept
And the frogs croaked
A curse came onto lonely little Grimsly
"She said it was a blessing."
He had always been a far away child, always knew to be afraid and careful still.
He was chastised for not being people, not being social-because frogs didn't count as friends, not playing with the other kids, not being as much of a "man" as he was supposed to be, for being temperate and soft.
Unless you tried to hurt the frogs. Then he was loud, then he'd run in front of the blow, and shriek, "No!"... They mean more to me than you'll ever know.
He was chastised for not being people, not being social-because frogs didn't count as friends, not playing with the other kids, not being as much of a "man" as he was supposed to be, for being temperate and soft.
Unless you tried to hurt the frogs. Then he was loud, then he'd run in front of the blow, and shriek, "No!"... They mean more to me than you'll ever know.
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"Grimsly? Grimsly, where are you?" The young women patted at her apron, she looked too baby-faced to have a child of her own but that presented no argument for anyone once her boy appeared.
Now, where was that little oddity?
Then, at call; out of the darkness appeared a frail looking boy; nothing to his name but green ruffles and awkward eyes.
He held a small bull frog in his upturned palms, feeling a fatherly sort of love for it, a need to protect it.
The tree before him stood tall, with its deep browns and luscious leaves. It had turned dark and as he places the croaking frog down onto the ground his mother sighed, waiting for him to run over with his gentle steps.
He seemed to spring across the small field of grass, as the fireflies came out and waltz their cold night extravagance, and into the house.
It was time to sleep and that was the only time he really stepped foot back into the house, its silent wooden walls and small quarters not comparing to the outside. No, not one bit.
Laying in bed, quietly hidden beneath his blanket the boy fell into sleep with no moment to spare.
To his own fortune, for his parents spoke so very near by.
"He'll grow out of it," the man said wile rolling a small loaf of bread in his hands, the lumpy body of the bread proved that he was poking for live fish in an empty river.
His wife brushed an assorted strand of hairs aside and leaned her head on her hand, not giving him a smile. "He's been playing with those frogs ever since he was a babe. When is he going to interact with creatures that, I don't know, can maybe talk back to him Daniel?"
Silence fluttered through the room like a black butterfly, something you wanted to catch and observe, outside of its natural habitat if possible. "He looks more like them than anyone that can talk back to him, darling." He stared straight at her.
The women was half way to shrieking, and half way to just giving up all together. "I know that, it's obvious. We've said those words a hundred times... But it hasn't fixed a spell."
Right then her eyes began to light up, light bright like the fireflies fire, and she clapped her hands together so quickly, with such excitement, that she could start that fire.
"A spell! A spell... That's right, the one thing we haven't thought of!" She jumped straight up with bright vigor.
When her husband gave her one nonplussed expression she only continued, as that was only the right thing to do. "People talk about fairies hiding in the forest all of the time. Big fairies, small fairies... " Her eyebrows raised, seeming addled yet vibrant with the disease of joy.
"Don't tell me, your mother never told you the tale of the lady fairy who lives at the other edge of the forest."
Her husbands expression didn't seem like one to change.
"Daniel..." She sat. "There is a fair lady, with pale red lips and an assortment of tricks, who lives at the edge of these very woods. She is always speaking rhymes, and always casting spells-on people who do things that they shouldn't, and things that they should. Her companions are the other faries of the forest, but she- she is special. When people travel to the edge, looking for her... they see a little brick house, with chimney smoke wafting out- smoke that they never saw when they were in the forest. Smoke that magically appears!" Oh, she was getting excited alright.
"They say--" She was interrupted by Daniel clearing his throat. "Who says?" His wife only lightly touched his hand. "The people of the town, including my mother... We're only at the border of town Daniel, there are many stories to here from in there. They say that if you go to her house with lovely trinkets as a gift, and ask her to listen to you she will grant you a wish. A wish that you dearly hope for-- like how we dearly hope for Grimsly to change."
Daniel only frowned. "Don't trust in stories Madaline, for all we know--" He was jostled into silence when his wife slammed her palms against the table.
"We just want to wish for him to be normal..." Neither her or his intentions were that of the innocent or pure hearted. "Please, let's just try our luck..."
There and then it was decided, with a sigh from Daniel and a nod from both a journey was to be had. Through the small forest and up to the edge they would travel.
Seeking a wish to be granted, a boy to be changed.
When dusk turned to dawn
And all morning dwellers began to arise
What greeted young Grimsly was a sight for sore eyes
His mother and father hustled him out of bed
And spoke to him about adventure
Traveling across the forest bend
To a small house, built red brick by brick
They traveled to, quick as quick could be
It's chimney spitting out spoke as soft as could be
With trinkets hidden in their hands
Soft tapping pulsed through the house- knock, knock... Knock.
And finally when the door opened
All that happened went in with the blink of an eye
Blurry and bleak memories gone by
What only could be spoken was
A young boys parents
Wishing, hoping... Begging
For him to change
And nothing more could be said
Except for small rhymes
For that's all that anyone remembered
When speaking to the fair lady of the forest
With her speak
As soft as chimes
That, and her uttering the words: "I will show you my decision, when the morning sun rises once more, on tomorrows morn."
All went to sleep, all except Grimsly. And in the early suns light he snuck out to venture through the grass, as he always did-- when he was met with bright blinding light.
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
The fair lady floated before him, watching his straw yellow eyes stare back at her.
"Oh, you poor dear thing." Her tone of voice imitated the larkish birds of the forest.
"You're parents don't seem to understand, do they? it seems what they wish is very much like a curse." She hovered lower and lower. "You're just as lovely as a frog." The small creatures within the grass all scuttled and hopped away from the light she emitted.
"I will do something for you." She touched his head with a down turned palm.
Grimsly was softly frozen in his spot.
"There are some that understand ones better than others, little Grimsly," She played with her wand, letting it dance between her fingertips. "I will give you a blessing--
"I'll give you many a wonderful things. Strong lungs, and powerful eyes, a croaking voice, and protruding throat-- for when you puffingly breathe... And let us not forget the strongest of legs for hopping."
She tapped her wand against his nose lightly, sprinkling dust into the air, and walked around him.
"And that's not it-- though, it's so much. What I will also give you is the strength to swim- cool smooth skin, so very slimy to the touch..."
With a wave of her wand, and a cloud of pink following devilishly behind-- her magic sarounded the small boy, making him starry eyed and dizzied- more than ever could be described.
And, softly, when that cloud of pink had whisped into the cool evening air, Grimsly blinked. Almost unconscious yet still watching the lady, presented with new adapted eyes.
"Now you can swim in their water for as long as you'd like, see what they see, and do as they do for whatever you please."
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Now, dear listeners
What happened next to Grimsly
Was one surprising sight
Neither mother nor father wished to be his family
Thought, remember this story is not one of melancholy
For the frogs still wished to be with him
The forest
Plants and the animals
They all were just fine
With a little too big seeming frog
Wadding in their swamp
And they all do still wish to be with him
Now, where was that little oddity?
Then, at call; out of the darkness appeared a frail looking boy; nothing to his name but green ruffles and awkward eyes.
He held a small bull frog in his upturned palms, feeling a fatherly sort of love for it, a need to protect it.
The tree before him stood tall, with its deep browns and luscious leaves. It had turned dark and as he places the croaking frog down onto the ground his mother sighed, waiting for him to run over with his gentle steps.
He seemed to spring across the small field of grass, as the fireflies came out and waltz their cold night extravagance, and into the house.
It was time to sleep and that was the only time he really stepped foot back into the house, its silent wooden walls and small quarters not comparing to the outside. No, not one bit.
Laying in bed, quietly hidden beneath his blanket the boy fell into sleep with no moment to spare.
To his own fortune, for his parents spoke so very near by.
"He'll grow out of it," the man said wile rolling a small loaf of bread in his hands, the lumpy body of the bread proved that he was poking for live fish in an empty river.
His wife brushed an assorted strand of hairs aside and leaned her head on her hand, not giving him a smile. "He's been playing with those frogs ever since he was a babe. When is he going to interact with creatures that, I don't know, can maybe talk back to him Daniel?"
Silence fluttered through the room like a black butterfly, something you wanted to catch and observe, outside of its natural habitat if possible. "He looks more like them than anyone that can talk back to him, darling." He stared straight at her.
The women was half way to shrieking, and half way to just giving up all together. "I know that, it's obvious. We've said those words a hundred times... But it hasn't fixed a spell."
Right then her eyes began to light up, light bright like the fireflies fire, and she clapped her hands together so quickly, with such excitement, that she could start that fire.
"A spell! A spell... That's right, the one thing we haven't thought of!" She jumped straight up with bright vigor.
When her husband gave her one nonplussed expression she only continued, as that was only the right thing to do. "People talk about fairies hiding in the forest all of the time. Big fairies, small fairies... " Her eyebrows raised, seeming addled yet vibrant with the disease of joy.
"Don't tell me, your mother never told you the tale of the lady fairy who lives at the other edge of the forest."
Her husbands expression didn't seem like one to change.
"Daniel..." She sat. "There is a fair lady, with pale red lips and an assortment of tricks, who lives at the edge of these very woods. She is always speaking rhymes, and always casting spells-on people who do things that they shouldn't, and things that they should. Her companions are the other faries of the forest, but she- she is special. When people travel to the edge, looking for her... they see a little brick house, with chimney smoke wafting out- smoke that they never saw when they were in the forest. Smoke that magically appears!" Oh, she was getting excited alright.
"They say--" She was interrupted by Daniel clearing his throat. "Who says?" His wife only lightly touched his hand. "The people of the town, including my mother... We're only at the border of town Daniel, there are many stories to here from in there. They say that if you go to her house with lovely trinkets as a gift, and ask her to listen to you she will grant you a wish. A wish that you dearly hope for-- like how we dearly hope for Grimsly to change."
Daniel only frowned. "Don't trust in stories Madaline, for all we know--" He was jostled into silence when his wife slammed her palms against the table.
"We just want to wish for him to be normal..." Neither her or his intentions were that of the innocent or pure hearted. "Please, let's just try our luck..."
There and then it was decided, with a sigh from Daniel and a nod from both a journey was to be had. Through the small forest and up to the edge they would travel.
Seeking a wish to be granted, a boy to be changed.
When dusk turned to dawn
And all morning dwellers began to arise
What greeted young Grimsly was a sight for sore eyes
His mother and father hustled him out of bed
And spoke to him about adventure
Traveling across the forest bend
To a small house, built red brick by brick
They traveled to, quick as quick could be
It's chimney spitting out spoke as soft as could be
With trinkets hidden in their hands
Soft tapping pulsed through the house- knock, knock... Knock.
And finally when the door opened
All that happened went in with the blink of an eye
Blurry and bleak memories gone by
What only could be spoken was
A young boys parents
Wishing, hoping... Begging
For him to change
And nothing more could be said
Except for small rhymes
For that's all that anyone remembered
When speaking to the fair lady of the forest
With her speak
As soft as chimes
That, and her uttering the words: "I will show you my decision, when the morning sun rises once more, on tomorrows morn."
All went to sleep, all except Grimsly. And in the early suns light he snuck out to venture through the grass, as he always did-- when he was met with bright blinding light.
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
The fair lady floated before him, watching his straw yellow eyes stare back at her.
"Oh, you poor dear thing." Her tone of voice imitated the larkish birds of the forest.
"You're parents don't seem to understand, do they? it seems what they wish is very much like a curse." She hovered lower and lower. "You're just as lovely as a frog." The small creatures within the grass all scuttled and hopped away from the light she emitted.
"I will do something for you." She touched his head with a down turned palm.
Grimsly was softly frozen in his spot.
"There are some that understand ones better than others, little Grimsly," She played with her wand, letting it dance between her fingertips. "I will give you a blessing--
"I'll give you many a wonderful things. Strong lungs, and powerful eyes, a croaking voice, and protruding throat-- for when you puffingly breathe... And let us not forget the strongest of legs for hopping."
She tapped her wand against his nose lightly, sprinkling dust into the air, and walked around him.
"And that's not it-- though, it's so much. What I will also give you is the strength to swim- cool smooth skin, so very slimy to the touch..."
With a wave of her wand, and a cloud of pink following devilishly behind-- her magic sarounded the small boy, making him starry eyed and dizzied- more than ever could be described.
And, softly, when that cloud of pink had whisped into the cool evening air, Grimsly blinked. Almost unconscious yet still watching the lady, presented with new adapted eyes.
"Now you can swim in their water for as long as you'd like, see what they see, and do as they do for whatever you please."
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
Now, dear listeners
What happened next to Grimsly
Was one surprising sight
Neither mother nor father wished to be his family
Thought, remember this story is not one of melancholy
For the frogs still wished to be with him
The forest
Plants and the animals
They all were just fine
With a little too big seeming frog
Wadding in their swamp
And they all do still wish to be with him
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- Collaborated story between me and SoulBridge.
TL;DR - First encounter between Lottie and Grimsly. The two meet each other at the lake Grimsly lives in and the two read Edith's Forest and draw frogs in the picture book as they become friends.
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Lottie and Grimsly Reading On a Log - sketch by SoulBridge.
Grimsly, looking at a frog on a log - sketch by me
Anatomy of Grimsly- Once he was changed magically- mainly showing the lung, throat area and voice box - sketch by me
Wee Grimsly, asleep - sketch by me
Grown Lottie coming to visit Grimsly - sketch by me
Grimsly, looking at a frog on a log - sketch by me
Anatomy of Grimsly- Once he was changed magically- mainly showing the lung, throat area and voice box - sketch by me
Wee Grimsly, asleep - sketch by me
Grown Lottie coming to visit Grimsly - sketch by me
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Re: Kiamara #507
by LeavingCSgoodbye » Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:59 am
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Username;; Greedler
Name;; Prince Nikolai Jay
Name meaning;; Greece meaning "Victory of our people."
Nicknames;;
- Boy changing frog
- Froggers
- Niko
- Prince Charming
- Odd one/ 'Yuck'
Gender/Sex;; Masculine
Pronoun's;; He, Him, His.
Age;; Around 13 years old.
Sexuality;; Bisexual, yet leans more to females.
- How was he cursed?
Long ago, lived a queen and a king who ruled throughout the entire village and lived happily ever af- wait what? I have to? Fine, fine, fine. Okay. Long long ago lived a Queen and a King, they had a son by the name of Nikolai and they spoiled their boy with riches, clothing, toys almost anything! But you may think Nikolai as generous, polite, charming with the ladies, right? Wrong! You see Nikolai was the opposite of that for he was mischievous, snobby, and really disgusted the ladies with burping and throwing dirt at their dresses, yet it all changed on this very day when Nikolai was very disrespectful to a old lady who was apperantly a witch and so the story starts.
Nikolai walked across the dirt path, kicking the pieces of pebbles with his feet as he ruffled his light brown hair. Since he Bored with all the toys his parents had gotten him so the lad thought of taking a walk before beginning his journey to disgust the little girls around the village. But during his walk, He bumped into an old hag who was basically wearing a black cloak over her hump. "Ughh, you putrid old lady, watch where your going, jeez people these days are so absent minded." Spoke Nikolai, shocking the lady. "What did you just say!?" and with his sharp words, he spoke about how stupid she was and how she will get exalted from this village though the witch already boiled in anger from his inpolite words said these words. "You foolish foolish child! How dare you disrespect a lady, yet a witch and now you shall be forever cursed into a frog for your stupidity and disrespectful behavior and if you ever change, come find me and I'll think about changing you back into a normal boy! Nikolai suddenly started turning green, his hair changing into a messy along with his tail while his eyes that were once blue changed to the eye's of a frog. Frightened, he began running into the directions off the woods. Of course, he didn't stop running while he dodged objects as he tried to find something or someone to change him back and suddenly he hit something hard, he looked up once he had tumbled backwards to see a princess rubbing her head from the sudden impact. "Hey, watch it were your going you stupid idiot! Like really," The princess snapped at Nikolai, someone who was the first to ever snapped at him like that especially a girl! Well, why don't you get up or would you like me to ram into your self again! Nikolai and the princess Bickered back and forth until they had no other insults to say before they finally gave in and apologized. "Sorry for bumping into you, I'm Prince Nikolai, yet you can call me Nikolai." He handed out his hand for a hand shake and for the first time, he felt actually polite to this feminine, imagine that. "Deirdre, It's Deirdre. But you may call me Deir, nice to meet you Nikolai." as she took her hand a shook it, yet before they could continue talking and enjoying there time drawing in dirt. The voices of Deirdre's parents were called. "Coming! Hey, Niko...Want to meet up again to play some more?" She whispered and Nikolai grinned. "Deal! Meet you tomorrow. She chuckled before running off to meet her parents and Nikolai well now 'Niko' had to change his ways and of course go home and maybe possibly will learn a thing or two.
The End
- How does he feel about Deirdre?
Niko and Deir are basically best friends, yet most people think that they will get married soon since they are royal. But others say not since he is now a frog and basically frogs can't marry princesses. But what Niko thinks of Deir as buddies and nothing more and forever will it be like that though you may never know because as you get older feelings change.
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Re: Kiamara #507
by ege » Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:06 am
maybe changing/using my story elsewhere idk
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Re: Kiamara #507
by claypigeon » Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:10 am
"Names aren't important. They don't make the person,
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Re: Kiamara #507
by slasher // twig » Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:58 am
username;; Twig, Toccata is going for the Princess - We are a pair ^ u ^
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why were they cursed?;;
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tidbits! wrote:yo! i'm a huge loner that makes
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and go by twig, slasher,
or w/e u may know me as!
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Re: Kiamara #507
by ShammySlyvmin » Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:11 am
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Re: Kiamara #507
by stride » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:44 pm
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Parthenios
(par-the-ni-ohs)
Parthenios was a river god in Theo mythology. The name also represents an actual river, which flows gentle and slowly through green hills in modern day Turkey.
He would prefer if you'd call him Par, though.
(par-the-ni-ohs)
Parthenios was a river god in Theo mythology. The name also represents an actual river, which flows gentle and slowly through green hills in modern day Turkey.
He would prefer if you'd call him Par, though.
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Par is a male.
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On the edge of a huge forest, (nicknamed The Witch's Woods), there was a small, but peaceful kingdom. The King ruled the kingdom with an iron fist, yet kept an air of sophistication. The Queen was beautiful and fair. But one day, the kingdom was thrown into an unforeseen surprise. The Queen gave birth to the new prince, named Parthenios. The kingdom was overjoyed, and quickly, a celebration was planned out to celebrate the new heir's life. Everyone was happy, and everything was well.
A few years later, and elaborate party was held on the son's birthday, even more flamboyant than the one celebrating his birth.The night after the party, though, was stormy and rainy, and people took shelter wherever they could. At the castle, a small knock was heard on the door, which echoed throughout the large entryway. When the door was pulled open, a wrinkled old women looked pitiably up at the King, while soaking wet. "Oh, dear king, please let me in. It is cold out here, and I need a place to sleep." The King refused to give her shelter, as he did not trust the old women. "Please, fair king. Don't make me sleep out here with the dogs." Again, the king refused her shelter. Grimacing, the old woman turned away from the king, and in a flash of light, turned into a young and beautiful woman. Haughtily, the now-revealed witch turned toward the startled king. "You refused me shelter on the night of your son's birthday, and now I will refuse you mercy from my spell. Your son will bequeath himself to the dirt beneath my bootsoles, and will perish before ever seeing the light on dawn."
Horrified, the king fell to his knees, and begged the witch to spare his son's life. The witch took pity on the king, seeing him beg at her feet to keep his beloved son, the prince, alive. She agreed to spare the prince's life, but he would become a monster, a pariah, until he could repent for his father's mistake by playing "The Song of the Forest". Until he could do so, he would be immortal and young, never growing until he broke the spell she cast.
The son, who was asleep when the ordeal went on, awoke at dawn to find himself turned into his worst fear. His eyes turned yellow and elongated, his fur was dappled and foreign, and he was mute. Instead of a long, sticky tongue like a frog might have had, his tongue had been removed. The only sound he could make was a low groan, more of a croak than anything. The prince, seeing himself become this monster, ran away into the forest that surrounded his kingdom. He made a silent promise to himself, that he would never return to his kingdom, until he had returned himself to normal.
Parthenios soon learned that time passed weirdly in the forest. Hours felt like days, and minutes passed as quickly as seconds. At first, he tried to keep track of the days, but very soon he just felt weird and disoriented. After a while, he realized he was not growing. Anyone his age would have grown somewhat rapidly, but he remained the same height for however long he'd been in that godforsaken forest. His eternal youth frightened him. He did not know why being eternally young was such a glorified idea. You don't just curse someone into a dead-end existence where they has no chance to surpass their set limitations. That would be sick.
On the same side of the forest, was a large log cabin. Inside the cabin lived a little girl and her mother. Her mother was a traveling merchant, and kept the log cabin as a sort of a 'home base' for the little girl to grow up in. Her mother was always busy, so the little girl did not know how to read, and that frustrated her to no end. The little girl loved fairy tales, and wanted to be able to read her book by herself, yet her overprotective mother never let her leave the cabin to find someone to teach her. Instead of learning how to read, she dressed up like her favorite character from her fairytale (which happened to be the princess), and paraded around in her home-made costume.
Rules be darned, the princess wandered into the forest with her storybook in one hand, and a flute in the other. The princess was skilled at the flute, and could play a song better than she could read a book. That aggravated her. Skipping through lines of trees, she sat down on a stump and began to play, while the storybook was open in front of her. As she played her tune, the words in the storybook danced around the page, the shapes meaningless and useless to her. Throwing down her flute, she gave a loud huff, and closed the storybook. When she dusted the dirt off her dress, and turned around to pick up her flute, she was surprised to see a frog-like person looking up at her, with her flute in hand. Covering her mouth with her hand in shock, she backed up slightly, before reaching out to take the flute from the outstretched arm.
"Who are you?" The girl asked. The frog just pointed to his mouth, then made a croaking noise to demonstrate his muteness. He walked over to the storybook, opened it up, and scanned the page. He looked up at the girl and made a questioning croak noise. Well, as questioning as a croak could possibly sound. "What? I don't know what you're saying." She explained, sitting down next to him. The frog pointed to a picture of the princess in the book, and then back to the girl. "Oh, no. I'm not a real princess. I wish, but my crown's just cardboard. See?" She plucked the crown off her head, and showed the frog. He sighed, and looked away, clearly downtrodden.
"Hey, what's wrong?" The girl asked. The frog just turned the page of the book, and pointed to a picture of a prince kneeling by a stream. "Wha- Oh! Okay, I get it now!" She squeaked excitedly. "My mom, she works in the kingdom to the east, and she used to tell me stories about how the king's son got turned into a frog! I didn't know it was you!" She spoke quickly, and all in one breath. "Your name- what was was it...? Par-Parthenios! That's it!" At the mention of his name, Par perked up and nodded, a smile growing on his face.
"You're the missing prince! Okay, so, you're dad made an old witch really angry, so she cursed you to play the 'Song of the Forest', right?-" She sped through her sentence, as Par nodded his head. "Well, I know how to play the flute! But, I don't know how to read. If you could teach me how to, though, I could teach you to play my instrument, so you can go back to being the prince!" She finished in a huff. Par was bewildered. He didn't know how long he'd been in this forest, but getting all this dropped onto him in less than half an hour? It surprised him. But, nodding his head, he agreed to the terms the girl set.
Over the next few months, the little girl came back to the forest every day, after her mother left for work. The prince, (through a series of simple charades gestures), taught her each letter and syllable of her storybook, until she could read each word with ease. The girl was overjoyed with finally being able to read her storybook without the help of her mother. The next day, she brought her music sheets along, and tried to teach the frog prince how to play her flute. Seeing as his tongue was cut out, it was a bit harder for him to hit certain notes, but the little girl pushed him to learn, and do, his best.
Finally, after many weeks of practice, Parthenios went out to his lake, decided that he would make a flute of his own. Selecting a reed, he painstakingly carved holes, and made sure that the wind blew through them perfectly. Taking another piece of reed, he made the mouthpiece, that fit snugly into one side of the flute. Throughout all of his preparations, the little girl sat, and watched in awe. Finally, he turned around, and sat down next to the girl. Bringing the flute up to his lips, he inhaled and...
Nothing.
Parthenios stopped. Bringing the flute away from his lips, he slowly exhaled, and softly put it on the ground next to him. "Par..? What are you doing? Don't you want to be turned back into a prince?" The princess looked at him like he as if he had gone completely mad. Smiling, he slowly shook his head, and making a heart shape with his hands, he pointed towards himself. "Oh.. Par. I like you exactly as you are, too." She said, embracing Par in a bear hug. Parthenios, although still cursed to remain in a frog-like state, was taking the first step towards the light of the future.
And he couldn't be prouder.
A few years later, and elaborate party was held on the son's birthday, even more flamboyant than the one celebrating his birth.The night after the party, though, was stormy and rainy, and people took shelter wherever they could. At the castle, a small knock was heard on the door, which echoed throughout the large entryway. When the door was pulled open, a wrinkled old women looked pitiably up at the King, while soaking wet. "Oh, dear king, please let me in. It is cold out here, and I need a place to sleep." The King refused to give her shelter, as he did not trust the old women. "Please, fair king. Don't make me sleep out here with the dogs." Again, the king refused her shelter. Grimacing, the old woman turned away from the king, and in a flash of light, turned into a young and beautiful woman. Haughtily, the now-revealed witch turned toward the startled king. "You refused me shelter on the night of your son's birthday, and now I will refuse you mercy from my spell. Your son will bequeath himself to the dirt beneath my bootsoles, and will perish before ever seeing the light on dawn."
Horrified, the king fell to his knees, and begged the witch to spare his son's life. The witch took pity on the king, seeing him beg at her feet to keep his beloved son, the prince, alive. She agreed to spare the prince's life, but he would become a monster, a pariah, until he could repent for his father's mistake by playing "The Song of the Forest". Until he could do so, he would be immortal and young, never growing until he broke the spell she cast.
The son, who was asleep when the ordeal went on, awoke at dawn to find himself turned into his worst fear. His eyes turned yellow and elongated, his fur was dappled and foreign, and he was mute. Instead of a long, sticky tongue like a frog might have had, his tongue had been removed. The only sound he could make was a low groan, more of a croak than anything. The prince, seeing himself become this monster, ran away into the forest that surrounded his kingdom. He made a silent promise to himself, that he would never return to his kingdom, until he had returned himself to normal.
Parthenios soon learned that time passed weirdly in the forest. Hours felt like days, and minutes passed as quickly as seconds. At first, he tried to keep track of the days, but very soon he just felt weird and disoriented. After a while, he realized he was not growing. Anyone his age would have grown somewhat rapidly, but he remained the same height for however long he'd been in that godforsaken forest. His eternal youth frightened him. He did not know why being eternally young was such a glorified idea. You don't just curse someone into a dead-end existence where they has no chance to surpass their set limitations. That would be sick.
On the same side of the forest, was a large log cabin. Inside the cabin lived a little girl and her mother. Her mother was a traveling merchant, and kept the log cabin as a sort of a 'home base' for the little girl to grow up in. Her mother was always busy, so the little girl did not know how to read, and that frustrated her to no end. The little girl loved fairy tales, and wanted to be able to read her book by herself, yet her overprotective mother never let her leave the cabin to find someone to teach her. Instead of learning how to read, she dressed up like her favorite character from her fairytale (which happened to be the princess), and paraded around in her home-made costume.
Rules be darned, the princess wandered into the forest with her storybook in one hand, and a flute in the other. The princess was skilled at the flute, and could play a song better than she could read a book. That aggravated her. Skipping through lines of trees, she sat down on a stump and began to play, while the storybook was open in front of her. As she played her tune, the words in the storybook danced around the page, the shapes meaningless and useless to her. Throwing down her flute, she gave a loud huff, and closed the storybook. When she dusted the dirt off her dress, and turned around to pick up her flute, she was surprised to see a frog-like person looking up at her, with her flute in hand. Covering her mouth with her hand in shock, she backed up slightly, before reaching out to take the flute from the outstretched arm.
"Who are you?" The girl asked. The frog just pointed to his mouth, then made a croaking noise to demonstrate his muteness. He walked over to the storybook, opened it up, and scanned the page. He looked up at the girl and made a questioning croak noise. Well, as questioning as a croak could possibly sound. "What? I don't know what you're saying." She explained, sitting down next to him. The frog pointed to a picture of the princess in the book, and then back to the girl. "Oh, no. I'm not a real princess. I wish, but my crown's just cardboard. See?" She plucked the crown off her head, and showed the frog. He sighed, and looked away, clearly downtrodden.
"Hey, what's wrong?" The girl asked. The frog just turned the page of the book, and pointed to a picture of a prince kneeling by a stream. "Wha- Oh! Okay, I get it now!" She squeaked excitedly. "My mom, she works in the kingdom to the east, and she used to tell me stories about how the king's son got turned into a frog! I didn't know it was you!" She spoke quickly, and all in one breath. "Your name- what was was it...? Par-Parthenios! That's it!" At the mention of his name, Par perked up and nodded, a smile growing on his face.
"You're the missing prince! Okay, so, you're dad made an old witch really angry, so she cursed you to play the 'Song of the Forest', right?-" She sped through her sentence, as Par nodded his head. "Well, I know how to play the flute! But, I don't know how to read. If you could teach me how to, though, I could teach you to play my instrument, so you can go back to being the prince!" She finished in a huff. Par was bewildered. He didn't know how long he'd been in this forest, but getting all this dropped onto him in less than half an hour? It surprised him. But, nodding his head, he agreed to the terms the girl set.
Over the next few months, the little girl came back to the forest every day, after her mother left for work. The prince, (through a series of simple charades gestures), taught her each letter and syllable of her storybook, until she could read each word with ease. The girl was overjoyed with finally being able to read her storybook without the help of her mother. The next day, she brought her music sheets along, and tried to teach the frog prince how to play her flute. Seeing as his tongue was cut out, it was a bit harder for him to hit certain notes, but the little girl pushed him to learn, and do, his best.
Finally, after many weeks of practice, Parthenios went out to his lake, decided that he would make a flute of his own. Selecting a reed, he painstakingly carved holes, and made sure that the wind blew through them perfectly. Taking another piece of reed, he made the mouthpiece, that fit snugly into one side of the flute. Throughout all of his preparations, the little girl sat, and watched in awe. Finally, he turned around, and sat down next to the girl. Bringing the flute up to his lips, he inhaled and...
Nothing.
Parthenios stopped. Bringing the flute away from his lips, he slowly exhaled, and softly put it on the ground next to him. "Par..? What are you doing? Don't you want to be turned back into a prince?" The princess looked at him like he as if he had gone completely mad. Smiling, he slowly shook his head, and making a heart shape with his hands, he pointed towards himself. "Oh.. Par. I like you exactly as you are, too." She said, embracing Par in a bear hug. Parthenios, although still cursed to remain in a frog-like state, was taking the first step towards the light of the future.
And he couldn't be prouder.
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-Timid-
After being alone in a forest for so long, Parthenios is a fairly timid kiamara. Since he is on the smaller side, everyone hulks above him, which does nothing to help the nervous look in his eyes. Par tends to hesitate before doing any action, which can be seen as thoughtful by some, and annoyingly precise to others.
-Self Conscious-
Due to his transformation, Par lost any confidence in himself that he might have had beforehand. Before doing anything that involves social interactions, he grooms himself carefully, and goes over a course of action for the night. His close friends do not tease him, because they know that if they do so, he will have horrible anxiety and embarrassment for the rest of the day.
-Aloof-
The prince tends to be uninvolved and uninterested in things that do not hold urgency or great importance to him. He tends to just sit back and watch things unfold in front of him, and he doesn't like to cause conflict. Parthenios is a shadow in the shade when it comes to making decisions, and is usually so unsure of which option to choose that people just end up choosing for him.
-Humble-
Since he was turned into a frog, Parthenios believes that he is humbler than he might of been if he had been raised in the castle his entire life. After running away to the forest, he realized how hard people had to work to survive. He watched animals hunt for their food in the deep of winter, and that helped him accept that self-pity would do nothing for him unless he did something about his situation as the frog prince.
-Honest-
Since Par is mute, there are not many times that this moral has been put to the test. He does believe that honesty is the best policy, and has no qualms about being blunt in some circumstances. Some may take this behavior of his as cold and rude, but he believe that the sting of the truth is less than that of a lie.
-Patient-
Patience is a virtue, for people who occasionally have to reteach others an entire language. Par is completely fluent in sign language (so he can communicate with others), and sometimes when people learn that he's mute, they ask him to teach them everything he knows. Of course, after a while they tire of learning, but Parthenios is always happy to show them that mute people can communicate just as well as speaking people.
-Possessive-
Since Par was secluded in a forest as a child, he was not very well adjusted to the idea of 'sharing' with other people. This is a more childish trait of his, and he is more than a little embarrassed by it. He keeps this trait of his under control though, as he knows how annoying it can get if he won't share anything of his.
-Forgetful-
Parthenios can have many thoughts rolling through his head at one time, so he forgets many things. He tends to leave post-it notes around his home so he can remember important events, which leaves his house somewhat cluttered when guests come by. His forgetfulness has also lead to the habit of not being punctual to events, so his friends give him a 15+ minute wiggle room to when he should arrive to said event.
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•He keeps his room neat and tidy
•He has really bad handwriting
•He chews pencils/pens
•Drags his feet wherever he goes
•Draws random doodles on any piece of paper in front of him and always carries a pen or pencil to facilitate this habit.
•Walks in the middle of any aisle, sidewalk, or other shared walkway causing people to have to move around him
•Gets physically angry when people mispronounce a certain word (e.g Illinois, precedent as president, especially as expecially)
•Can't stand the smell of peanut butter
•Cannot sleep without some sort of noise in the background
•He has really bad handwriting
•He chews pencils/pens
•Drags his feet wherever he goes
•Draws random doodles on any piece of paper in front of him and always carries a pen or pencil to facilitate this habit.
•Walks in the middle of any aisle, sidewalk, or other shared walkway causing people to have to move around him
•Gets physically angry when people mispronounce a certain word (e.g Illinois, precedent as president, especially as expecially)
•Can't stand the smell of peanut butter
•Cannot sleep without some sort of noise in the background
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(songs may contain vulgar language and mature themes)
=Turn Off the Lights - Panic! at the Disco=
Our consciences,
are always so much heavier than our egos.
I set my expectations high,
So nothing ever comes out right.
=Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons=
Kinda thought it was a mystery,
then i thought it wasn't meant to be.
You said yourself, fantastically,
"Congratulations, you are all alone."
=The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy=
It's getting clear
You're never coming clean
So I'll lock you up inside
And swallow, swallow the key
=Houdini - Foster the People=
Got shackles on, my words are tied
Fear can make you compromise
Fasten up now, time to hide
Sometimes I wanna disappear
=Wine Red - The Hush Sounds=
This chaos, this calamity,
this garden once was perfect.
Give your immortality to me;
I'll set you up against the stars
=Turn Off the Lights - Panic! at the Disco=
Our consciences,
are always so much heavier than our egos.
I set my expectations high,
So nothing ever comes out right.
=Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons=
Kinda thought it was a mystery,
then i thought it wasn't meant to be.
You said yourself, fantastically,
"Congratulations, you are all alone."
=The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy=
It's getting clear
You're never coming clean
So I'll lock you up inside
And swallow, swallow the key
=Houdini - Foster the People=
Got shackles on, my words are tied
Fear can make you compromise
Fasten up now, time to hide
Sometimes I wanna disappear
=Wine Red - The Hush Sounds=
This chaos, this calamity,
this garden once was perfect.
Give your immortality to me;
I'll set you up against the stars
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( i also have a song lyric/art combo thing in the works, but I haven't finished it yet ;u; )
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( i also have a song lyric/art combo thing in the works, but I haven't finished it yet ;u; )
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Re: Kiamara #507
by Tricksters » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:46 pm
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called;; Boo
gender;; Male
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name;; Submarine
called;; Boo
gender;; Male
why were they cursed?;;
art;;
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for counterpart, PM me for details
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please be patient with me I'm so tired rn
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