[wind song]

What is a Kiamara?
A Kiamara is a wolf-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?

A bab ; v ;
Kind of based on this lovely palette~ click

To adopt this lil thing, fill out the form below, and please read everything in this post ~o~

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Kia's name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Story with illustrations:[/b] (700 words max, 3 art pieces max)
[b]Personality:[/b] (100 words max)

The main category being judged in this contest is the story, which can be about anything and everything.
Instead of just allowing art for your form, you must draw 3 (max) illustrations to go with the story,
the art pieces should feature the kia, though it's not necessary it boosts your chances c:
Have fun with it and nothing too cliche/sob story mkay v - v

No extras, art may be ordered.

Good luck!
This ends in 1 week (October 13th)~

[saint.EXE]

sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.

from the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum,
from the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
we can sail, we can sail on the Orinoco Flow,
we can sail, we can sail.

we can steer, we can near
with Rob Dickins at the wheel,
we can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies
we can sail, we can sail

we can reach, we can beach,
on the shores of Tripoli,
we can sail, we can sail
from Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea,
we can sail, we can sail
from Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
we can sail, we can sail
we can reach, we can beach,
far beyond the Yellow Sea,
we can sail, we can sail
from Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
we can sail, we can sail.
we can sail, we can sail.

sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.
sail away, sail away, sail away.

username;;

ayako

kia's name;;

"captain" ramsey buckhorn

gender;;

female

story with illustrations;;

the world was dark. cold and flowing, a deep blue. there was no sky here, only the quiet light of the moon shining through the water. the sea was her home, like a bird's nest to a robin. she held er breath as she sank lower and lower into the water, searching for nothing in particular. her aim was the sand. ramsey had been swimming all her life, her eyes now accustomed to the salty waters. the waves pulled her back and forth, as if rocking it's child to sleep. a certain silence filled the world, and opened up a new realm. a realm of serenity and acceptance. the ocean was a moody being, one second slowly creeping across the sand, and the other, crashing up against rocks and pulling unlucky ones into her depths. this was her life, traveling on the sea that she so much wished to tame, to own, but she knew that it was impossible, for the sea was its own. ramsey reached the sandy floor, her eye having caught a glimmer in the dust of the water. she slowly, against the water, brushed her paw over the shine, uncovering a small, steel anchor. it was an accessory, tied on a fishing line. the anchor was small, fitting into her palm with ease. there was no need to breath here, the water was her air. the resistance was almost nonexistent, but she felt it all around her like a heartbeat. ramsey pulled the fishing line around her neck, tying it around the back. it felt right, like she belonged in the sea. she pushed off the sea floor, aiming to go deeper, farther, to see the world hidden away in water. corals and fish began to appear, their bright colors like stars in the moving sky. suddenly, the world turned black. two eyes, bright blue, opened in the sea of black. she felt like she was no where, but everywhere. nothing surrounded her, only emptiness. a whisper, so quiet a mouse would have issues hearing, "ramsey." she recognized the voice of her father, a powerful and respected captain, the one who disappeared during a storm, never to return. the one who taught her how to talk to her crew, how to be respected, how to adhere to the code, how to be a true pirate. "always sail forward" the words struck her, for some odd reason. lodged themselves in her mind, making sure that they were heard and remembered. she tilted her head, unable to open her mouth at risk of saltwater flowing in. the eyes closed, and the world returned to blue. another voice called out, "captain! its time to rise!"
her eyes opened, and a paw lifted to the anchor around her neck. she peered out the porthole window, the teal seas greeting her with the sun shining. realizing she had over slept, ramsey pulled herself out of bed. with a yawn, she stretched her arms. "i'll be out soon!", she called out, grabbing her long buccaneer shirt and pulling it over her top. grabbing her pistol belt, fitted with a sheath for a sword and a holster for a pistol, she tightened it around her waist. the final touch, a long, regal, red coat, was pulled around her, and she fixed any wrinkles or uncomfortable creases. a new dawn, a new day, and a new adventure was ready to be had.
illustrations;;
- finding the anchor
- speaking to the eyes
- red coat

personality;;

described as out there, determined, and adventurous, ramsey is definitely all that you hear. she loves the sea, practically raised on a ship. her father, a notorious pirate, trained her as much as he could before disappearing, and left his ship, the calypso, behind to her. ramsey is hardworking and keeps everything in tip top shape, while exploring the various islands and continents of the world. although still a child, she is very ambitious and aspires to become the greatest pirate on the seven seas.

[Incubo]

Username: Castell

Kia's name:

Gender: male

Story with illustrations:

Personality:

[pIanted]

OMG res with the name Calypso

[Ray.]

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Username:
Hello Windsong once again it is Ray. I've come to show what I have and maybe even win this beautiful baby

Kia's name:
I have decided to name this handsome man Galaxy, after the way his coat resembles it so closely

Gender:
Thinking I knew I had to select one gender so I picked male, I just can't see him as a girl

Story with illustrations:
Though Galaxy was troubled, and mean, he cared about one, something. The stars, the were his guardian angels and seemed to guide him telling him inside his dark soul. Galaxy peered into the dark sky, shining brightly was a star he had named Fallen. It was a small faint star that his beneath the shadows. His star had reminded him of himself. Turning away he saw something moving in a bush and decided to check it out. He moved the bushes aside and saw a small ghostly figure and jumped back landing on his backside. Taking deep breaths he stood up and peered again, but found nothing but grass. Galaxy shook it off and walked back towards home on the dusty dirtroad. Slowly peaking back to watch for the figure. Seeing nothing he looked at Fallen and saw the star blinking quickly. He smiled seeing the figure behind him once again,"Fallen you are my guardian aren't you?"he laughed then lowered his head growling seeing others and looked to the star once more,"Will you help me with this?"

The ghostly figure whirled in the wind before disappering. The others stared at Galaxy quickly looking away disugted by his personality. The others hated the poor guy and decided to name him a outcast. All of them put labels on everyone."Outcast!" one shouted. He growled a deep growl,"You don't even wanna test me,"he said. They laughed at him and he ran off back to his hiding spot. He didn't feel he deserved this because of what he acted like He wanted to change but knew it was to late for that. Staring up and Fallen again he growled,"Fine be like them." As soon as he growled that the figure bit him in the rear and faded even the star blacked out. Galaxy yelped and turned falling on the ground. He laid his head on his paws knowing he was different ment he said things he didn't mean. Briefly he looked around then faded into a deep sleep only dreaming about the things he wished upon himself.
Personality:
Galaxy is a troubled kid, who really could careless about things. He is direspectful and has a bad addtitude, always coming back with a smart remark about something. Being troubled means he does whatever he desires and doesn't take orders from anyone. Galaxy is also a dreamer, he dreams of being a normal kid with a normal family life but he mustn't speak of normal around his family or things will happen to him. He has been this way since he was born and counts the stars relizing he is just another one of them.

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Reserved with the name
Galaxy

[Vintage]

Quite a beauty, but not for me. Good luck!

[Pi.]

Cute <3

[rottenmutt]

Username: S y k e s.
Kia's name: Chrysanthemum
Gender: Female.
Story with illustrations: (700 words max, 3 art pieces max)
Personality: (100 words max)

[Offended Cockatiel]

qwq Dropping out, sorry.


Username: Aysan1
Kia's name:

Chanson Volk

Gender: Male
Story with illustrations:
Chansons family has a wide heritage, they are a strung together berth of different appearances, personalities and lives. The strongest parts of that heritage are of the Russian, Swedish and French origins. His father and mother were in fact high school sweet hearts, cliche I know. Whom, after despising each other for a year, hooked up. A home grown Russian boy with the foriegn exchange student from France, their relationship got a lot of publicity there and fast. In the small town of Dzerzhinsky, Moscow...

XxX Img here

Nights

It was only when he was little that he had this problem, troubles staying awake but then he got better at it.
Waiting, waiting and listening until the clue that papa mite be leaving, today or tommarow, had become evident.


It was twice that night that he had resisted bed time, sneaking throught the house, running down the stairs. With quick thumps all fallowing each other in a marching line. One-two, one-two, one-two, left-right, left-right, and a last thump for clarity, of his journey, at the bottom. The silly idea, to sneak through the whole upstars and then thump down the stairs like the world didn't care, it was purely childs play. But he couldn't help it, both the times he did it. He wanted to see his papa off and the night would not stop him. He wasn't a bad child, honest. He was just nervouse... scared of papa leaving with goodbyes said wile he slept. The asleep him could not remember goodbye kisses, like the awake him that did so well. But the lights in the night were only filled with his parents words cluttering the living room near by, no leaving footsteps. Only their words, speaking of secret things like "Far away" and "long time", and of course his sadist, most hated and most loved, "We'll miss you." Papa and him had sworn that they'd always tie a red rope on their fingers when he left. "When papa stares at it, I can feel his sadness." He had told his friend who had looked at it with curiosity. "And when I stare at it he can feel how much I miss him." He'd tell it all with a little puppy pout, enough to melt your heart, and his mothers friends kept saying that those words were too mature for a child.

He begged her that morning to dab the perfume behind his ears, as if he was a girl, that last present from papa before he left for work. He did as he always did, waved and grabbed his mamas hands, before yelling out "Byebye papa!" A little red string tied around his pinky finger waving in the air. After that mama and him would play games, having accidents and little slipups, great big adventures in the backyard and the living room, stories to tell papa when he came back.

Then he'd be at the tv, watching his favorite show until a shadow crept behind him and a wide figure appeared after. Papa! He always seamed so excited when he was there. That show always was speacial to him because papa always came home when he watched it. He could smell papas calogne in the air, feel his warmth, and hear his steel toed shoes walking around the living room. As if he was sitting on his papas knee as he always did, watching tv and playing with his fathers shirt, fidgeting at it as any child would do. They never could keep their hands still or to themselves. Papa wasn't really there but.... it's that sort of thing your parents tell you. They take your hand, touch your chest and say something like "Mommies here with you. My body mite not be but i'll be with you in spirit. But mommies here." And then off they go as you stare off at them sarounded by a vacant Daycare room with posters stuck up everywhere, and toys lining the floor, the chants and voices of children all in the air. That show always reminded him of the days papa was here, until, finally, a knocking came at the door, a shadow crept behind him and a wide figure appeared after. "Papa!"

(700 words max, 3 art pieces max)

Personality: (100 words max)
Chanson Volk is an overly excitable child. He happens to have an imagination that you could run to town with. Ideas, memories and all, he has the ability to turn any day into a story with enough enthisiasm to get anyone listening. Usually the stories he tells are that of other family members, his family being quite a large one consists of many story tellers, him being one of them.



he doesn't seam to notice
-Talk about an imagination, memory
-Spastic, high energy, excitable


-Chanson, being from Russian and French origins, talks with a slight, awkward sounding, accent that most characterise as excesivly cute.

Chanson's a particularly spastic, partially awkward, high energy kid. He is the overly excitable child that'll be jumping up, grabbing your hands, and climbing on top of your head, depending on the situation. He's extreamly outgoing and open, so much that his openess leads to him telling fantastic tales of his family.

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-llustration 1- First quote, sneaking down the stairs, looking down
Illustration 2- Little red string, enough to break your heart, looking at the string and remembering papa and mamas friends just kept saying 'those are too mature of words for a child'
Illustration 3- Nu, pagodi- Mine, mine, mineeee...



--WIP

[~Soul~]

.:{ ☞ The User ☜ }:.

Hello, I am ~Soul~ I joined Cs on
20 Dec 2010, and have also recently
join the Kai fanclub as well. So far
I am a None owner in the Kai society
and planning to put in a good effort
to get my own ^^. So far I like the
Fanclub and find it very welcoming.
I want to wish everyone trying for
this Kia good luck!

.:{ ☞ Kia's name ☜ }:.
Emma

"Hiya, The name is Emma and I will by the Savior!

.:{ ☞ Gender ☜ }:.
Female

.:{ ☞ Personality ☜ }:.
( 95 words )
Emma has a very brave and fiery personality and is always ready to take on a fight, even if her competitor is bigger then herself. She also loves to read fairy tails and and make new stories with herself in it. She loves to pretend she is the hero and playing games, Though she is also very stubborn and will refuse to do anything she doesn't want to do. When she gets older though her vivid imagination will lead her into writing book, and her hero side will allow her to want to protect others.

.:{ ☞ Can You Play Along? ☜ }:.


Emma had been surching long and hard to find the map that would lead her to the castle to free and princess from the scary and mighty Maleficent. Legend had it that she would have to walk though a territories thorn valley to reach the mighty beast lair. To Emma the long journey would seem to take weeks for her to ever reach the thorny valley, She had to pack light but just enough to keep her from running out of supplies. After packing her favorite snack minnie apple pies, and some apple juice to go with it she threw her pack on her back and headed out of the comforts of her cozy home and into the wilderness to rescue the princess and slay the nasty dragon which kept her imprisoned in her own tower. She knew that there was no one else perfect for the job but her and headed head first into the the many landscapes the rest between her and her destiny. Though heavy rain of the rainforest, and though the blinding sand storms of the deserts she pushed on, though every once in a while she remembered to take a break and enjoy her apple snack, Their crunchy, and crisp elements gave Emma the strength she need to move on. But it wasn't long till she reach the dangerous valley and slowly made her way towards the thorns.

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Emma looked shockingly at the big and mighty thorns that intimidated her, but she managed to stiffen her bottom lip and and took those first few wobbly steps into the darkness of the valley. She had came this far, she wasn't going to turn back now, not with out accomplishing something. She Jumped into the thorny patch and fought and worked her way throw, Her back was ripped forceing her to leave it behind, she pulled the red scarf she brought from home from the pack and wrapped it around her neck and grabbed her sword and continued to move on. Emma knew she was getting closer to the dragon as the green flame's she was once able to see glisten in the distance started to surround her. Her ears fell back as Emma looked for a way to over see the thorns and figure out where she was. She started to push her way upwards when she managed to stubble across a cliff side and worked her way up to the top, she was beat and wished she have some apple juice left over. She huffed as she looked over the thorns and green flames when she started to see something movie in the distance and with out a moments notice the mighty dragon lifted her head and blew a bright green flame right at Emma, whom manages to block the flames with he mighty sword.

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Emma Fought long and hard with the dragon. There where many twist and turns as she did her best to fend it off and take back the kingdom. She was growing week and tired as she continued to battle and do her best to hide from the dragon as she began to weaken and get tired. This dragon was way too powerful but she would do her best, she swigged her sword at the dragons snout as the dragon lunged at her and tried to bit her, the dragon continued to get closer as it put its mighty front claws onto the cliff and put all its wait down. The cliff didn't last long as it began to crumble. Emma panicked and she looked around franticly but there was no place to go, it wasn't long before the rock fell from beneath her and she began to plummet into the darkness... She open her eyes and blinked, it was dark and she slowly pushed her nose thru the soft pillows as she looked around her living room. Her toys where all scattered and her cardboard sword was broke at the tip. She looked around in shook her head "Emma I have apple pie!" her mother yelled from the kitchen and she managed to wiggle out of her mess to meet her mother in the kitchen for pie.

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