[palmsprout]

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?



Here is my staff Kiamara! If you wish to try out for her, please fill out the form below!



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Short name explanations are fine, as well as prettying up your form.

end date ;; Nov 20

[Bebop]

Wow.
This was a possible reserve but I decided not to go for her.

[shuuu]

Ｔｈｅ Ｌａｚｙ Ｂｉｇ-ｃａｔ

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username;; Pupcake!

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Syn.
Most would name her after a tiger because of her markings, but she isn't like a tiger at all. She's lazy, the name Syn is short and sweet. To the the point, Syn had no meaning to it. It's just her name.

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Ｗｈｙ ｔｈｅ ｇｒｅｙ?

The young teenage girl started down at the tattered cloth in her hands. The edges, once even and whole, were now tattered and ripped. The beautiful silver color it once was is now a dirtied grey. Her fist clutched it tight.

Why? Why did it end up like this? Why?

The answers don't matter anymore. Her once baby blanket was now ruin.
And she didn't even know why.

Sighing to herself, she used one hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. Looking back down at the blanket, an idea came to mind. A sheepish smile came over her features as she turned and grabbed a pair of scissors.

The next day..

"Hey! Syn!" Said girl turned to where the voice from, and blinked. Her friend was waving at her, trying to get her attention. Syn jogged over to them. She gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Her friend simply grinned and waved it off. "That's okay. Are you coming over later?" Syn nodded her head, this cause her friend to notice her.

"Hey, where did you get those?"

She smiled, "I made them. Why?"

Her friend blinked, not expecting her to have made them. They grinned and laughed a little.
"Ah. No reason why. You look good."

Syn smirked slightly. No one will know. Ever.

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Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ?

Syn read over the comments. Her blog was popular for her art and impressions, but it seem there was more to it then that, she supposed.

Ohhh my god! Your so pretty!
WOW. When was the last you cut your hair?
omg. i <3 u.
woah! your hot o.o
Please give me your number!
Are you straight? Or...

She blinked. She never though of herself as 'pretty' or 'hot'. Just normal. Average. Sure, she had long hair, but it was dark, where others who had hair as bright as day. Her eyes were grey, not some pretty colors, like she seen other people have.

Was she happy to hear this?
Sure, she had a sense of pride, but she wasn't 'truly' happy. These people didn't know anything about her, yet they acted like they knew her for forever. She wasn't happy, but she wasn't either. If it wasn't that, then what was it?

She scrolled down, reading more comments. Some said her art sucked, and she needed to have a hair cut. Some said to get a life. She frowned. That was mean, then again, they only doing this to be acknowledged. The reat was the same as before. Only with telling off the haters. She had a blank face.

Syn leaned back, her back creaking from being hunched. She pushed back a loose hair strand, though it always fell back. She wasn't happy. Nor mad or sad. She had a feeling of pride swell in her chest. What was the emotion called again.

Syn blinked when the word came to mind. Closing her eyes and running a hand through her messy hair, and leaned all the back. Putting her arms behind her head, she stared up at the plain ceiling. She let a smirk fell on her face.

Ah yes.
Content.
She was content.


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art;;
Head shot

I had also made a clay figure of her. This was my first time making one, and I think it turned out a bit decent <3 The toothpick was there for size comparison xD Sorry about the bump on her tail, the frame wouldn't work without it :I


For this, Me and my younger sister went outside to collect leaves and made this. It was fairly windy, and this was my first time doing this, I think it came out nice :3



And this cute icon gifted to me by snowflop <3

[pIanted]

OMG res

[dr. pupper]

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Yo I'm Pumpkin Studios, a non-owner
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Song Bird
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Still a wip but I have the lineart done for one :o

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I've decided to drop out.
As much as I love this beauty.. I want to put all my work, into one little guy that I absolutely adore.
I suppose I'll give my art to someone to use in their form.
I give mine to Destiny. u v u
She'll have to fix that one lil space i forgot to line and color it, but i want to put all my work into one kia, like i said. c:
[ if you can't see it, here :3

[bsktcase]

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RESERVE SO HARD MAN dosaieugshb fkhdjsx 984un

[case]

so prettty! <3

[Sambee]

--Username--
My name is Sambix. I currently do not own a Kiamara, but i'm hoping this heart-throbbing girlie will be my first.



--Name--
This girl's full name is Sabrina. At first, I was stuck on things to name her. I wanted to name her something unique, something no one else would think of. I think I failed, but I also think the name fits this beauty. Its unique and exotic, just like her. But, another name she goes by is Sabrina "The Predator". She threatens others to call her "Sabi" though.

--Story explaining at least one part of her appearance--
"Sabrina!" I despised the name. Why, why did that have to be me. What possessed that woman I call "Mom" to choose that as my legal name. And why does it bother me so much? I continued to wonder as I trudged down the stairs to meet my fate. "Yes...mother?" I asked innocently. I could tell by the scowl on her face, I was in too deep to climb out. Her hands were on her hips as she stared me down...well, up. It's really a plus when you are taller than your own mom. Actually, I was a giant. Standing 6'0 at 18 years, I was a force to be reckoned with. Did I mention that I am female too? Hah, it's also kind of hard to find a guy that isn't intimidated by you. Not that I care. Anyways, back to the angry lady in front of me. "Your principle just called." I sighed, "Here we go again..." She suddenly stomped her foot, startling me. "Don't you dare say that young lady!" She pointed a finger at me. "I am sick and tired of your behavior lately. You used to be a little girl that loved flowers and dresses...what happened to her?" I just rolled my eyes and walked into the living room. Plopping down on the couch, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "She left...alongside dad..." My eyes began to mist at the thought. I heard a sigh and felt my mother sit beside me. "There was nothing we could do. We never knew, and he didn't want us to worry." She hugged me as I began to cry. "It's just not fair! Not telling us is even worse! If he had told us earlier then he would have gotten help." She brushed away my bangs and kissed my forehead. "He didn't want you to know." I nodded my head softly. "I just miss him so much..." She rubbed my back some. "You know we can go visit him tomorrow." Nodding again, I wiped my eyes. "I would like that."

The next day...

I trembled as I sat in my seat. It has been a while since I have visited my father, so I was excited. My mother pulled up to the gate and it was opened for us. We drove in and along the road until we came upon our stop. She slowly pulled up and parked the car. "Ready?" She asked as she looked over at me. I silently nodded and grasped the roses in my hand. Even though my father was strong and proud man, he had a soft spot for flowers. We got out of the car and walked up to the grave...his grave. I got down o my knees in front of it and laid the roses down. Tears took turns acing down my face as I read the writing on the tombstone over and over.

R.I.P.
Thomason J. Walker
1965-2013

I sobbed and my mother kneeled down next to me...
My name is Sabrina Tabitha Walker, and the accessories I wear are grey because my father died of brain cancer when I was 6 years old.

This is based off of a real story. My great aunt had cancer for a long time but never told anyone. She was a proud woman and didn't want us to know she was in so much pain. It struck my family hard when she died a couple of years ago.



--Dream Job--
Ever since she was young, Sabrina wanted to be a pro boxer. For her fourth birthday, she received her own pair of boxing gloves and a punching bag. Sabrina practiced everyday, sometimes for hours on end. No matter what, nothing could stop her. Even if someone attempted to, she would give them the treatment the punching bag got. She would always watch Women's boxing on TV, and would daydream about it. Her role model was a woman named Valerie "The Wolfe" Mahfood. She loves the sport, and still trains at the even age of 18. Her mother, though she wasn't pleased when she found out, still support her. "I'm not afraid she will get hurt," Her mother said, "For she has the attitude and the heart of a warrior, just like her father did."

--Art--

baby pic- by Me
Headshot- by SilverHeartAlchemist
Sabi & Floofy- by Me

[Levina]

Pulling out!

[Swurk]

Dropping out <3 uvu