[stxrdog]

• Chi-ma Lao • CL • Chima • Chi •

•A Chima Lou is a wolf like creature with a lion tail. The average Chima reaches heights about as high as an average human waist, but can be slightly bigger or smaller. These creatures are found mostly in the forest and are rarely found in cities or towns. An average diet for a Chima is fruit, leaves, and many other plants. All Chimas wear a pendant and have horns, mist near their feet, and a few feathers. Rarely will a Chima not have such items. Chima Lous love being treated with kindness and being rubbed on the belly. Every Chima is unique (Siblings may share some physical traits), so please treat it as such!

Aaah okay

since I really love this girl and I'm not keeping her, this is an impress me contest

I won't be making a form for this because I want it to be more challenging
there will be a drawing from me for the winner of her

End date is a week from now ovo

[heir]

hnng, so cute <3 and tempting but I have my little Jonas so im going to watch for the winner c:

[epimetheus]

most likely trying out!!

[10ke]

Abandoned. Broken. Shadows.
Those are the things she hears in her mind, always toying with her, almost juggling with her emotions. She was a failed test subject, left to fend for herself in the barren wasteland she calls 'home'. Brittle bushes and trees surround her, reminding her of her past life in the meadows with happiness and joy, before the apocalypse. She tugged at her shawl, tightening it. She padded back, through the howling sandstorms to the small wooden shed, filled with bits of broken twigs hanging from the ceiling. Home.


She isnt bad or anything like that. Just misunderstood. Very misunderstood. She has nobody to turn to, nobody to open up to as she is solitary. Solitary in her little wasteland. She is asexual and not looking for a mate, preferring she/her pronouns. She likes to cover her mouth so nobody can see her emotions. She has learnt to not get her hopes up from years of being alone and abandoned.

She wears an orange gas mask to keep her from breathing in the posion which lingers in the air of the wasteland.

She has grey markings around her eyes. At first you think this is part of her fur, but no. From so many sleepless nights when she was younger, she has got permanent bags under her eyes.

my name is asha
i have no idea where i am
i am asexual
i am a girl
i like she/her pronouns
i dont know my age
WHERE THE HECK AM I?!

She never shows her emotions. She cries in what little rain she gets. Maybe if we let her out of this test, she would start to care for things. But she wouldn't remember them. She should be dead by now. All of the things we've thrown at her, she's endured. Why? Why can't she die already? That was the point of this test. To see how far she could be stretched, and how her brain reacts to it. We needed her to die, otherwise she would eventually find out. I think she has. Atleast she won't go crying for her daddy when we let her out. She won't remember. Or, we could take out the chip in her brain that took away the memories. That would be interesting, how they would taunt her. It could be valuble test results. I can imagine her face when she finds out her little world is fake. She has yet to see the real world. We will be letting her out and taking the memory chip out.

I got this peice of paper after years of isolation. I didn't care. It would be another test, obviously. I am empty and an open book. I don't care about anything apart from me being alive. Feel free to hurt me all you want. I won't care. I remember only a few things, that I jotted down on a paper so I wouldn't forget. Even now, I'm not sure if they're real. I see a door open to my left. Out of a tree. Wait. Out of a tree? Ignore it. Ignore it. Okay. Nevermind, this could be my freedom, my memories back. I walked towards it, into it. Everything went black.

I have my memories back. I remember who I am.
I am Asha
Now I've awoken, and I'm taking back control

Freedom. Hope. Destiny
My new life.

[stxrdog]

bump

[wulvesfanqqnaf]

username: wolvesfanggnaf

Name: ashierra (ash-shear-uh)

personality:


story:

art:

theme song:

likes:

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Mate(?):


WIP ima make this colorful and all that :3

[stxrdog]

bump

There's going to be an extension to the 20th

[10ke]

up?

[stxrdog]

Abandoned. Broken. Shadows.
Those are the things she hears in her mind, always toying with her, almost juggling with her emotions. She was a failed test subject, left to fend for herself in the barren wasteland she calls 'home'. Brittle bushes and trees surround her, reminding her of her past life in the meadows with happiness and joy, before the apocalypse. She tugged at her shawl, tightening it. She padded back, through the howling sandstorms to the small wooden shed, filled with bits of broken twigs hanging from the ceiling. Home.


She isnt bad or anything like that. Just misunderstood. Very misunderstood. She has nobody to turn to, nobody to open up to as she is solitary. Solitary in her little wasteland. She is asexual and not looking for a mate, preferring she/her pronouns. She likes to cover her mouth so nobody can see her emotions. She has learnt to not get her hopes up from years of being alone and abandoned.

She wears an orange gas mask to keep her from breathing in the posion which lingers in the air of the wasteland.

She has grey markings around her eyes. At first you think this is part of her fur, but no. From so many sleepless nights when she was younger, she has got permanent bags under her eyes.

my name is asha
i have no idea where i am
i am asexual
i am a girl
i like she/her pronouns
i dont know my age
WHERE THE HECK AM I?!

She never shows her emotions. She cries in what little rain she gets. Maybe if we let her out of this test, she would start to care for things. But she wouldn't remember them. She should be dead by now. All of the things we've thrown at her, she's endured. Why? Why can't she die already? That was the point of this test. To see how far she could be stretched, and how her brain reacts to it. We needed her to die, otherwise she would eventually find out. I think she has. Atleast she won't go crying for her daddy when we let her out. She won't remember. Or, we could take out the chip in her brain that took away the memories. That would be interesting, how they would taunt her. It could be valuble test results. I can imagine her face when she finds out her little world is fake. She has yet to see the real world. We will be letting her out and taking the memory chip out.

I got this peice of paper after years of isolation. I didn't care. It would be another test, obviously. I am empty and an open book. I don't care about anything apart from me being alive. Feel free to hurt me all you want. I won't care. I remember only a few things, that I jotted down on a paper so I wouldn't forget. Even now, I'm not sure if they're real. I see a door open to my left. Out of a tree. Wait. Out of a tree? Ignore it. Ignore it. Okay. Nevermind, this could be my freedom, my memories back. I walked towards it, into it. Everything went black.

I have my memories back. I remember who I am.
I am Asha
Now I've awoken, and I'm taking back control

Freedom. Hope. Destiny
My new life.

congrats! she's yours! I loved your form!
I apologize for it being so late, I havent been online lately

[10ke]

Abandoned. Broken. Shadows.
Those are the things she hears in her mind, always toying with her, almost juggling with her emotions. She was a failed test subject, left to fend for herself in the barren wasteland she calls 'home'. Brittle bushes and trees surround her, reminding her of her past life in the meadows with happiness and joy, before the apocalypse. She tugged at her shawl, tightening it. She padded back, through the howling sandstorms to the small wooden shed, filled with bits of broken twigs hanging from the ceiling. Home.


She isnt bad or anything like that. Just misunderstood. Very misunderstood. She has nobody to turn to, nobody to open up to as she is solitary. Solitary in her little wasteland. She is asexual and not looking for a mate, preferring she/her pronouns. She likes to cover her mouth so nobody can see her emotions. She has learnt to not get her hopes up from years of being alone and abandoned.

She wears an orange gas mask to keep her from breathing in the posion which lingers in the air of the wasteland.

She has grey markings around her eyes. At first you think this is part of her fur, but no. From so many sleepless nights when she was younger, she has got permanent bags under her eyes.

my name is asha
i have no idea where i am
i am asexual
i am a girl
i like she/her pronouns
i dont know my age
WHERE THE HECK AM I?!

She never shows her emotions. She cries in what little rain she gets. Maybe if we let her out of this test, she would start to care for things. But she wouldn't remember them. She should be dead by now. All of the things we've thrown at her, she's endured. Why? Why can't she die already? That was the point of this test. To see how far she could be stretched, and how her brain reacts to it. We needed her to die, otherwise she would eventually find out. I think she has. Atleast she won't go crying for her daddy when we let her out. She won't remember. Or, we could take out the chip in her brain that took away the memories. That would be interesting, how they would taunt her. It could be valuble test results. I can imagine her face when she finds out her little world is fake. She has yet to see the real world. We will be letting her out and taking the memory chip out.

I got this peice of paper after years of isolation. I didn't care. It would be another test, obviously. I am empty and an open book. I don't care about anything apart from me being alive. Feel free to hurt me all you want. I won't care. I remember only a few things, that I jotted down on a paper so I wouldn't forget. Even now, I'm not sure if they're real. I see a door open to my left. Out of a tree. Wait. Out of a tree? Ignore it. Ignore it. Okay. Nevermind, this could be my freedom, my memories back. I walked towards it, into it. Everything went black.

I have my memories back. I remember who I am.
I am Asha
Now I've awoken, and I'm taking back control

Freedom. Hope. Destiny
My new life.

congrats! she's yours! I loved your form!
I apologize for it being so late, I havent been online lately

its okay! thankyou so so much, it was love at first sight with this chima <3
May I be added? ;v;