[satuurnity]

Ooooooh a Kia I don't have to pay 350USD for!! OMG! Mark, mark, mark for Lair!

[houndpine]

posted a few more facts (2 each) about munin and lair on the first post!

[Roadhog]

Marking for Munin
-Munin looks always very angry for a kia.
-He is a doctor that really hates his job.
-Growing up as a kid with not much money, he discovered he was really good at being a vet,
BUT everything went wrong, as his parents really wanted him to be a doctor so he could support the family well.
-he wanted the best for his family, but he really wanted to be a surgical vet,but now works for a local pediatrician doctors office, since they live in a small town.
-His family does much better now. He lives with his 2 siblings-a boy and a little girl, and his Father, as their Mother left when they were kids.
-He is trying to stay happy about his job, but he sometimes feels very frustrated that he wasn't a surgeon/or a vet, as that was his real talent,with helping animals.

What is his real name?: Well his father is Italian, and decided to name him after his great grandfather, Lorenzo.
Munin never really liked the idea of his fancy-ish name, and decided that he would nickname himself Munin, as it closest he could get to the name Murder, as he loves Crows, and the idea that they are called a 'murder of crows' but the name murder would give off the idea that he is like that weird emo goth, so he stuck with the name close to it ,which is how Munin Became his name that most people call him now, except his patients call him Doctor Russo, after his last name.

His personality really isn't what you would think.
He is a real softie, who loves to help the sick, and loves to be kind.
He never got helped often with the money problems his family had,
and he still made it to being a doctor. He tells his patients you can do anything if you really believe in yourself.
although it really wasn't his dream job to be a doctor for kids, and small kias, but he is still really happy he gets to help them, and at the end of the day he is really proud. But with very good personality traits, there are bad ones. Munin can be very harsh if something goes wrong, and he also has anxiety, while also being a worry-wort about anything. He tries to stay calm but sometimes he really can't which causes problems sometimes. Also when he gets upset, he gets very angry and doesn't stop thinking about it, like it stays glued into the back of his mind, and he builds up a lot of frustration.

[avaloafe]

Marking for Munin

[peppermintleo]

Gunna try for Munin because.. UNF

His original, and himself are just.. uGH makes my heart swoon a little.

Munin, Keyword Bubble

[Offended Cockatiel]

Drifter queen, let's hear you sing, the everest of capturing
Passing by, in the shadows
Set them on a trial, bring the wounded to their knees
As many dead as you may please
It's easy to say things that you dont mean
'yes, of course I can save your sick and ailing
Don't you worry about a thing
All the bleeding will stop when I sing
Don't you desire more of any thing'

Whisper about the truth
Only between the words that you don't mean
That's all it is
Just a roose
Just a near miss
I can make them pass like nothing happened
Soon, soon they'll leave the world as you all will
Just let it be
Please, only let me
Do this one thing

Make sure to bring the fire
sidle down on all your lies
Burn them with your sin
Don't let them think
Make the farrago of the watery alleyways your home
Chant out riddled words in holy places you should not be

They will follow all that you say
Pitiful minds in check, following your set requests
All you must do is croon just a bit
Don't you get it?

And all of those that don't follow your command
Well, let's just say they'll soon come to understand
Just give them your hand
Lend them all you can
Wile stabbing them through the shoulder blades

Asking for sacrafices
No one saw her come like the dead above and the dead below
Sending young lads and lasses off to war
Floating through the clouds, trudging through the dirt
Lusting for a home
When there is none within the world
For someone such as her

Her lashes flutter, like a queen
Like a... like a proud queen
Enchanting

Eyes that seem to drift
A smile with a bite
A voice with much more
Than simple plight

Drifter queen
Oh, won't you sing
That's all they need

To rule the world there are a few steps. Wether one starts big, or slowly and generally adds up power to their presence there are always items of great importance that must be formulated to find a finite end.

Step 1. Build False Relations

She looked over the empire in which the monarchy controlled, legs dangling from the half-bricked barricade. It was a little town, much more unusual and transverse now that she sat upon its borders. In the distance a small basket layed, it seemed like any other of its kind except for the stains of red tainting it from inside out, patched blades of grass covered in burgundy surrounding it. Of course, that wasn't the big picture, definetly not... Beside the basket a large contraption marked the earth, the ulmightiest of blades she had ever seen adorning its very top. The guillotine...

The wisps of white dancing from her eyes subsided only for a moment. If she could get a job carrying that basket she was set on her way. Her stomach ached at barely the thought. The sky was the palest shade of blue, soft clouds drifting through seeming to rip holes in the chartreuse lining. A scream ushered out from the left flank, and only seconds after gun shots followed. Police seemed to have early shooting problems everywhere you went. A voice filed through the commotion, brimming up to the top of the barricade with strength rising. There was a vertigo of emotions within that person that nauseated everyone who breathed in the air. "My boy!"

The vibration of it all had her shuddering for a moment. Just as quickly as it had begun it all proceeded as such, footsteps ate the earth, taking over all that they could, horrified screams caught the air and the miserable emotions floated from the earth. Within minutes the screeching began. "My boy... " The females voice wheezed. "My baby boy!" Lairs stomach rumbled unexpectedly. It rarely made a noise, even if it's pain was evident in the strongest of ways. Sitting as high as she was no one heard a thing from her.

The young female gazed down at the hoard of people glowering with cluttered steps towards one thing, making clumps to the sides, with Gennet and Luciel and David your general Jane and John does drifting towards the dead boy, like tumors. Should she have felt bad that her mouth watered the more she thought about it? A small drop of lust, of hunger touched her leftest dimple and slid over her lower lip swiftly.

Before it could be caught the droplet of saliva fell to the earth and she watched somebody shake and mildy look up at the sky, a side-eyed gaze that noticed her in no way at all. It was true to say that Lair was getting used to being comfortable in her own skin, as odd and wonky as that may be, though no one else seemed to be comfortable with her own skin. So, it is to say, it was better to not be seen.

Simple bubbles drifted through her memories, she had killed someone... Only her third kill ever, only an old man, only one begging to be released from this wretched life. Only a few days ago... Not this boy with his spotless body laying there, no marks of red on him it seemed. She couldn't be sure if her memory served to be trusted, as her stomach would always leave her lying to herself about hunger that she had, and the aching of her skin would make her want to scratch it all off though such a thing was not possible. Imagining a body, fleshless with only bones and teeth to bare, muscles filled with ruddy orange, racing blood pulsing through each peice of her, lungs growing and faltering atop a heart with its tubules and veins vibrating in action, with life. Lairs mind took her to wondrous planes of imagination, and upon the one she sat reality kicked through the nonexistent door with the words "A demon ate his soul." She had been considered a demon before, a small village right by her birth town thought it so, her own town was more judgemental and silent about such oddities like herself, though this little, closed off town was not. "The Lair, the demon Lair, a beastly sight were they." A preacher had taken over the whole muddle of things, upon him one eye missing and a scowl that came with experience and age. "If we do not find them soon all of our innocents will have a lofty price to pay."

At that moment Lair laughed, her tone sweet and youthful, enough to fit a lovely young maden, blooming for life. If one could fall in love with just a laugh all within that town may have been entranced. Eyes found her. Nothing but hundreds of eyes. In this town you go big or you go home, they all followed the noise, almost every one living in that godforsakened place with in one segregation spot, looking at her. Her hand raised, as if to find a place to go, their gazes watching her every movement.

"Demon! Child killer, water witch. The demons Lair...!" Mister good ol' preist went at it again, pointing at the one thing they already had their eyes on. Of course, Lair should have ran away somehow, jumped over the other side if anything at all, but damn it this barricade was hard enough to climb atop of, and about the only humane part of her froze her in place. Stones began flying at the hungry thing, ricocheting back from the wall, and barely scratching at her fallow hide if and when they hit. Lair, hungry enough to eat the stones themselves almost considered it wile moved away. She jumped up, arms out to each side, running over the thin line that was the barricade. With the normals on her heels every step of the way she was trying to find a good hiding spot, brain jumping from every point it could, trying to latch to something.

A stinging caught her off balence for a moment, followed by the wet feeling of warmth effecting Lair on her lower most rib, a single wide-set stone had made impact on her softest of spots and left her almost dangling over a hearth of hay. Even in this sort of situation she was faster than most, a life of running produced a professional, so she was still farther ahead than their feet. Teetering one way and then the other out of surprise, the young Lair headed down. Straight for the mound of hay and upon impact she felt her head give way, everything a sodden and blurry mess of pain and delirium. Though still, she stood after wobbly moments of discomfort, just to run, her chest red like the horizon line on autumn evenings.

One arm over her chest and feet attacking the ground, Lair headed for unknown places. vision turning black and white and shooting uncomfortably into different places left her in the central place of attention. Half crouched she appeared just where she shouldn't have been, a place of solitaire interest to her. Right before the guillotine.

Harping followed behind, almost no one from that side of town was home, a kicking started in her gut, the pale wisps of energy drifting from her eyes growing wearily short and obsolete. The demons Lair, a creature said to have kept the embodiment of their demon companions within themselves so as to relinquish energy... That wasn't quite what she was, but all in all, it was good enough.

She grew used to discontent, and knew how to run and hide since her first steps graced the earth. This was no different, this was just a test of her being, some higher power watching to see how much the world had taught her, what she knew. The gullotine towered high, up above her head. Roaming for a place to hide out until her hoard of fans passed, Lair headed behind the gullotine, marking with her memory the steps leading up. In the back there was a hole, a pit like cavern that lead straight down. No one would be able to tell wheresoever they stared, beneath the short wooden staircase layed hidden places. Of course, there was a glinting locked door, and of course Lair had her abilities. On the side of her head laid two hair ornaments and with these two ornaments she could practically do magic.

The footsteps grew, in her mind everything became a muddle of swift reciprocity and slow motion bleakness. As she fiddled with the lock she heard noises from beneath, the noises rumbled and tumbled out until they became yells. Quite literally, the yells of living beings. "What's happening! The door, the door! It's opening up. What's happening!" Hoarse and tired voices, mingled with fear and depression, coming into full strength, curious and cautious. Slowly the noise dimmed down, the more she tried to grasp what was happening they did the same.

"The witch! The demons Lair! The accursed one..." she heard from the tussle of houses. Beneath her nothing but rattled breathes came into notice.

Poking just her head in, eyes servaying only what they could, Lair found mounds of people, their eyes unaccustomed to the light that streaked in, no matter how pale it really was. Upon seeing her the hustle and bustle of living music grew malformed in a way, within the mounds of people some screeched in horror at what was not their form of normality... And yet some of them smiled. Those smiles ranged in reason and in helpfulness. Her hand gripped the small hidden door, similar to a wooden hatch surrounded by metal. Three thick and grimy, yet brightly careening, with ease reflecting sunlight back to the sky, bars to keep in contact with the outside world.

There were mumbles, a calmness of discomfort to the lot. "A savior?" Soneone said out of reach from vision. No one even uttered the words 'help us'. In That dark sealed off abyss. The footsteps increased, Lair could only keep her mind on one thing at a time right then and there. Someone raised their hand as if welcoming her in and without thinking, the crowd calling her semantic name dangerously close, she took it. Not a second of a moment later, her leathery flesh made contact with the others and she was taken down, into a world of unworn circumstances, the opened door she had just barely grasped as reality clanking shut behind her.

Landing, quite softly in fact, on people who kept their ground she was moved to stand on her feet. "... Hello?" her lungs strained for reality, she only truly talked to herself and no one else, though on multiple occasions.

Hope and sanity may have been minuscule, at least I wasn't as bad as the outside.


Everything blanched between her line of vision, and Lair, unsure of what she was doing, heard the noise of the crowd far behind her fading into distance. The town like a labrynth took her from one end to the other until she stood at the farthest right corner where the only opening lied. Holding onto the wall for dear life, she pushed, gaining composure with each breath until the noises of the world came back to her again.

The chirping of birds traveling overhead from one home to another never sounded so sweet to her pounding ears, their slender length excitedly searching for every source of pottering natural noise. Honestly, she had always been so annoyed of such sounds, although they brought her comfort, her brain always came to remind her of what her life was when she thought of the beauty of natural things.

Lonely enough to use a mirror
Retainable innocence passed by fast
Got her name that day- Lair, she had had many, but none had stuck such as it
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Step 2. Construct make beleive trust

Ever since the day Lair came into the world, things have formulated in a malformed way wherever she does so tread. Seeming to cast a nonplussed yet very effective shadow over anywhere she may call home, this boney young lady had traveled through the places of her motherland, being watched in discomfort and horror, with the least amount of trust, like an illigitament child in the 50's.

She spent her first few months trying to understand it, the world and her existence within it. Silently, she'd go off, watching the carousing incentive of her father, strolling drunkenly back to the place that had been called her home for mere seconds once she'd left the womb, his breath a murky mist of disgusting alcohol scent and his steps that of a barely able toddler. Within the darkness he'd saunter through the door, turn on half the lights and wake up his lovely bride, who had just gotten to sleep about and hour after 1 or 2 am because of reclusive nightmares and insomnia. Sometimes he wouldn't even come home for a few days, much to the chagrin and relief of her mother. He'd be off, filling to the brim the walls of each and every tavern he could find with his boisterous noise of distraction. The bars would have enough of him after a wile, sending him home penniless in the blue of the evening light, a tatterdemalion mess. She'd watch him sing as he made his way, voice so loud it shook the town, and words a garbled up unhandled mix of croaks and hisses. Up until the light in his gaze dimmed almost half way through each song and silence hurried in like the ruffled feathers of unsteady birds, she let her eyes roam after him.

When she watched her mother, things didn't go at such a haywire speed nor did things go with such commotion. There was a seldom voiced melancholy to the air dear mother breathed, a normalcy to it all. She practically thrived on the routine that took her life by little to no surprise. By the window young Lair tiptoed her way through life just as her mother did on the other side of the walls, there sat between them a minuscule set of differences and she saw that as instantaneously as she saw the glow from her eyes. Mother smiled a lot, at everyone who came to walk by the house she smiled, but she never looked as if she meant for the smile to be real. Slowly mother would spend her days doing this or that, out of fathers view she would handle the flowers, cold cutting the mutants as soon as they appeared, rarely making eye contact, fiddling with the clothes she liked to knit. Needing something to relax herself, mother would gently soak herself in water and close her eyes each day for hours on end before she drifted off to sleep. Though, before she slept Lairs maternal parent would make her way towards the oak cabinet that preoccupied the left edge of the living area, each day she would do this, opening up the top most drawer and staring at what was inside with a depraved sense of loss.

Lair could see the contents of the drawer clearly as her mother lifted items from it, every evening, up into the air, cradling bundles in her arms like a hapless child. Some fabrics with colors all over the rainbow and back again were held in the little cabinet by the left corner of the living room, tiny nighties and caps and a plethora of blankets and well knit shoes to dwell on, and dwell she did, falling into sleep, on routine, with pastel parkas held tightly in her hands, and a collection of whatever else one could find nestled around her. Like a keepsake young Lair had never known those knitted garments were stowed away in her mothers cabinet and heart, much more than she.

There was guilt streaming through "Miss Lexi" that's what the other kids called dear mother, and discomfort through "mister Louv"... darling father... The usual casuality of day to day held no peace for them anymore. Young Lair, wheresoever she was kept herself busy, sneaking through the shadows after fathers bar pioneering or mothers evening grocery stroll, was pale to the meaning of her existence. Keeping oneself going by staring at a missed path in confusion didn't give way to much happiness. Weary emotions, diluted at best, would trundle past her mind wile trying to make sense of themselves, where they were ment to sneak into, which nook would be the warmest, which cranny could they call home and feel safe, if not right, in.


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illicit ament

Step 3. Lie through your teeth, but only when neccesary

Music:
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Simple desire[/url]
Band of skulls- navigate
Bones MsMr
Luke sital singh- Bottled up tight
Matt corby- made of stone
The paper kites- young
Cinematic orchestra- home
bored to death- theme song

Construct make-beleive trust
Lie through your teeth, but only when neccesary
Threats that induce emotions are a must

Step four


The beauty of childhood innocence and the growth of being completely passed Lair, like a bullet she was left trying to figure out all of the cynical bits of life without the brevity and the long, long days that came with stumbling first words and the first times that took the first years of a person life. She had her own firsts, but the wonderful mentality was slotted through by the confusion and the lack of companionship, lusting over blisful understand of oneself.

Personal

prescience antiquated
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why do you want to co-own?
I very much so would like to expand my relations and get to know more people in the kia community on a friendly level. I also don't have many female characters, and no female Kia's at the present, and I'd like to change that and Lair seems to be the perfect one to help me with that change.

Owned Kia's
I have- Null, Lumi, Milin, and Grimsly- I also co-own Tibby and Blitz with my friend ebriose

[claypigeon]

LAIR YOUR MINE
seriously lair, just jump in my backpack

♥♥♥♥♥

Wip animation story here

[v14]

markk

[PurpleKakashi]

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" don't worry about the
darkness in my soul. it
ignites me like an
embered coal. "

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>> The skull on his tail is actually that of his sister, who was murdered in his teens.

>> Munin usually seeks the company of others, preferably the company of those who know him very well, though he will take the company of strangers over being totally alone with himself.

>> He is capable of being alone and he does enjoy time alone as anyone would, however if he is alone for a long period of time his thoughts can make him very uncomfortable and unsure of himself and how he feels about the world and others around him. After being alone with himself past his level of comfort he will talk to his sister skull and listen to her responses...

>> He is under witness protection; because his family was murdered when he was a teen and the murderer is still at large. This is also the reason his name changed and he moves from place to place.

>> More on his families tragic death, this idea is very rough. I have a Demon OC who can get rather twisted and could have killed Munin's family for a logical reason or just for his own amusement.. I would like to talk this out with you.

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ｍｙ ｐａｃｋ．．．

● Aurorina ●
happy go lucky girl.

● South ●
street running, pessimist.

● Sylas ●
the cheater & the liar.

● Romulus ●
shy reserved young girl.

● Co ●
the fire starter.

● Sinclair ●
obsessive compulsive dreamer.

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First I love him, as all the entries for him do and should!
I would love a chance to help you with develop him further
in every and anyway. What I bring to Munin's growth and
offer him is a pack of Kiamara to run around with ;> and
the opportunity to be roleplayed via 1x1 or in a small group.
I also offer boat loads of art!
I do currently own six other Kiamara however I do not think
that will stop me from helping grow or stop me from loving
him less.

Thank you for the chance at co-owning a fabulous kiamara <3

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images were found on tumblr and belong to the original poster.
art of munin was done by myself.
The art is free to you,even if you choose not to co-own him or pick another user.

[Burn.]

Watching!
If I wasn't so busy I would be trying for Lair for sure.