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Post by Moonskye on Aug 5, 2014 17:31:20 GMT
Chemistry --
Here's a new game once again. A writing game of the most romantic sort. I'm sure if the idea doesn't appeal to you, the prizes will.
chem·is·try
ˈkeməstrē/
noun
-the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people.
Objective --
The owner of the kiamara will write a story that is 500 to 700 words long. It will be in their kiamara's personal perspective, talking about their special someone. They will talk about how they work with their significant other, how they click, how they have chemistry. Whichever kiamaras have the most chemistry with their partner in their own words will win the prizes. Your kiamara can either write about their crush, their boyfriend/girlfriend, or their mate. You can enter for as many kias as you have with significant others as you wish. One entry per kia, though.
First, fill this out --
Like any good scientist, there is a form for you to fill out first.
Username:
Name:
Significant other:
Story: (list word count at end)
Prizes --
I'm sure this is what you all care about, so here are the special prizes!
1st: A 3rd breeding slot, guaranteed twins.
2nd: A 3rd breeding slot, roll of dice.
3rd: A 3rd breeding slot, one baby
+ 5 quills for every completed entry
If you win, you may use your slot on any of your kiamaras/future kiamaras.
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Post by cupcakefrosting on Aug 5, 2014 18:02:09 GMT
Username: cupcake frosting
Name: Tocino (PPS Child, has a child-crush on Panini)
Significant other: Panini, crush
Story: (list word count at end) wip
Are we allowed to use MicroKias?
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vocal
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Post by vocal on Aug 5, 2014 18:27:13 GMT
Username: vocal
Name: Corinne
Significant other: Myles
Story:
I wasn't even on the look out for boys when I arrived at the skatepark that day. I'd had enough of boys. My dad was pissing me off so much, and I just wanted to get away. So I went to the skate park. I skated for a bit, before meeting Myles. The minute I saw him, I felt some sort of weird tingle in my belly. Something that told me he was different. He joined me as I sat under a tree and played guitar for me. I would have denied how he played the tune for me, but I loved the feeling I had around him. I mean, I hated it, but at he same time, I was addicted.
Some time later down the road in our friendship, we went out to get chinese food, pranked the people at the mall, and gave police officers free donuts. The crazy things he made me do, that Myles boy. He was a jerk, in the most loving way. I was addicted to him, he was like a sweet and sour liquor that I was constantly drunk on. I was dizzy around him all the time, because I was scared of what to say. I was worried that if I did something wrong, he'd walk out of my life. I couldn't have the one thing I treasured leave me. I'd feel so empty. I had to tell him I loved him some how, or else, maybe he would leave me.
I kissed him that day. I kissed him for a long time, in a little bus stop, waiting for the bus. The moment I did it, I almost regretted it. But I didn't. Because the after-feeling was like flying. My heart was beating faster than a butterfly can flutter its wings. And just like a bird, I swear I lifted off the ground. I felt like I was flying. I think Myles felt the same way because he kissed me back. We didn't care about the strangers watching us, because they couldn't feel the sparks like we could. We were in love, and we still are. Myles would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him. He's my cast, he holds me together. Sure, we get into fights some times. Fights turned to shouting, shouting turned to tears, tears turned into laugher. But the rough spots are what makes us believe we can get through whatever. Myles is my knight in shining armor. He's rescued me in times I couldn't believe I survived. When I'm crying, he wipes away the salty tears from my eyes and tells me I can make it through. I always make it through, with his help. Whenever I see him, I swear, its like I'm falling in love all over again. And maybe I am. Maybe I'll never get used to the butterflies, or the tears, or the constant laughing. Maybe I will never get used to calling him 'mine'.
I love him.
{500 words exactly}
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Post by purecrazy on Aug 5, 2014 18:41:34 GMT
Marking, and my stories will go here <3 because.. all my kias (Minus Riley, OF COURSE) have mates/crushes soooo eue and all their stories are different.
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Sky
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Post by Sky on Aug 5, 2014 18:41:57 GMT
mark, non-owners cannot enter, i believe?
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Post by punkstache on Aug 5, 2014 18:44:01 GMT
Mark lol gonna enter with BG ^^
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Post by Moonskye on Aug 5, 2014 18:45:40 GMT
mark, non-owners cannot enter, i believe? Non-owners can enter, writing a compelling story with the mascot and her mate for a breeding slot to use on a future kiamara. |
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Post by doggeh227 on Aug 5, 2014 19:12:53 GMT
Username:Doggeh.
Name:Tris
Significant other:Isabella
Story: wip
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~Stormfly
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Just won my first Kiamara, Lari/459!
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Post by ~Stormfly on Aug 5, 2014 19:26:13 GMT
If you are an owner and none of your kiamaras have crushes/mates etc, may we also do a story about the mascot and her mate? |
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Post by rivkah on Aug 5, 2014 19:52:14 GMT
Username: Rivkah Name: Ofira Arella Significant other: Lotus Story: - I don't know why I invited her to the Kiamara ball. She was looking for a date, and she posted an advertisement; I didn't even know what she looked like until the night of the event, but I found she was gorgeous. Her red gown didn't clash at all with the rippling water of her pelt design, and she was the most elegant girl there. We talked and laughed a lot, tried to get to know each other like a regular blind date. I was barely through the night with her, and I couldn't imagine myself living without her. You never admit that to people, because it sounds stalker-like, wanting to spend the rest of your life with the person you just laid eyes on.
I didn't ask to date her until later; working up the courage was painful. But when we were together, I couldn't stop smiling, more than usual, and the fact I was a chicken about asking her shows how much I loved her, because I was never unsure about anything, anything at all. She took my breath away, made my heart stop; and I'm not exaggerating for once, she nearly had to rush me to the emergency room before I finally spit out the question.
And that was just for the dating.
We went to the beach a lot, we both loved water and the outdoors. There seemed to be almost nothing we didn't have in common, frighteningly enough. I love every sort of person, I'm not picky, but something about her made me feel Lotus-sexual, if that made any sense. I couldn't even admire someone else in a logical way, because I would just end up comparing them to Lotus. You don't have Lotus' eyes, you don't have Lotus' beautiful curves and sweet voice.
I proposed to her in the water. We were waist deep in water, swimming at the beach, and I asked her. It was the most earth-shattering moment for both of us, and I just couldn't get over describing it whenever it was brought up in conversation. When she said yes, my world felt complete. We had our children, our grandchildren, we became part of a huge family, and we were happy. Are still happy. But, even now that we're older, that chemistry never stops. It isn't just physical attraction, it's this chemical wire in our brain that seems to psychically wind around us and bind us tightly together. I can't describe it in any other way.
word count: 415
Name: Finnegan O'Niel Significant other: Finch O'Niel Story: |
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eclipse3
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Holy hungryness
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Post by eclipse3 on Aug 5, 2014 19:57:04 GMT
Username: Eclipse<3 Name:
Numachi Significant other:
My mate, Alias <3 Story: The first day I met him, I was complete backed into my shell. I knew no one and didn't even know how to socialized with others. Lots of people came up to me, and tried saying hello, but I carried around this blue blanket and I would put it over my face whenever I was embarrassed. But then, one Kia walked up to me- he was different from the others. I actually felt comfortable to speak to the guy. He greeted me with a smile, and He told me that he can show me around, and he did. I had a lot of fun that day- On that night, This Alias was in my thoughts- He was all I could think about. I didn't think he was single, Because there was a orange male flung over him. I tried to sleep without the thought of him- I slipped into slumber.
The next day, Me and him met up again. This time it was to get ice cream and go on a boat ride together. While on the boat, Alias shared some things with me- horrible things..but I have has these horrible things too. We were both abused as small children- he showed me his scars and I showed him mine. This brought us closer. It brought a comforting feeling over me. That was the first time I ever showed any Kia my scars. Ever. Alias had this special quirk to him. Something that made him so trustworthy to me. I never regret my decision. I am happy that I did that.
A few months later, I knew Alias was right for me. I knew this Guy was the one for me. He proved he was perfect- good sense of humor, so I was always laughing and smiling. He made me feel so happy inside. My tummy had butterflies each time he looked at me. It was great. That night, we went to the carnival. I was full of excitement. I wanted to tell him that I loved him- because I couldn't get over that gut feeling he was right for me. "Alias- I....I love you" I wasn't sure weather to swallow my words until he muttered out "I love you too". My tummy was swirling with butterflies and my cheeks flushed with red. Later in the night, I brought him to my house, and we cuddled on the couch until our mugs of hot chocolate in our hands were nearly spilling onto the floor, because we were falling asleep. We put or mugs on the table and got a little more comfortable, and we both whispered "I love you" and drifted into sleep.
Now, today I don't believe how far we have made it. Two handsome boys and a beautiful girl all because that one time he came up to me. If I wasn't there- thinking about how I wouldn't be with him right now- I would never be this happy. Alias brought me out of my shell- I would still be hiding underneath a felt blue blanket if it wasn't for him. We help each other out in times in need, we wouldn't be complete without one another. In Alias and I eyes, We are the perfect family. We have the most love to give to one another. And I believe in this too. We have found each other. We have found
true love
[567 words]
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Post by silverkitsune on Aug 5, 2014 20:58:30 GMT
Username:
SilverKitsune
Name:
Lime
Significant other:
Tsurī
Story:
I can still remember that magical day where I met the love of my life, Tsuri. It started out as another day at the park where I would take my little adopted sister Heart and her best friend Soul. Though the children felt more like her adopted kids more than anything, in fact they tended to call her mommy often. While we were playing Heart ran off towards this stunningly beautiful kiamara. Her eyes sparkled like polished jadestones, her fur looked so soft so well groomed, and her beautiful hair shone with strands of reddish brown under the sun. I could only stare in awe at her beauty, she looked like an angel that descended from the heavens.
I was stunned, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and I hoped she couldn’t hear it or that would be so embarrassing! I noticed Heart had gone up to her asking about her camera that hung from her graceful neck. I quickly went over to them to see Soul decided to join in on the questions. To my relief she did not look upset at all, she seemed to be answering there questions. I then apologized to her for Heart and Soul possibly bothering her. To my joy she told me she didn’t mind at all and that the children were adorable! Not only did she look beautiful her personality as well shinned like the sun. Her name, her beautiful name sounded so musical and unique. Tsuri is the name of that beautiful angel. From there we learned more about each other and started to meet at the park every week.
Soon those weeks grew to days and those days turned to daily phone calls.
I remember everyday how I would wait patiently for her calls or check the mail for any letter from her, which tended to include photographs she would take.
It didn’t take long for us to both confess our feelings to one another and that’s where the true journey began. We moved in together, picking out a small household for us and the children. I have to say, fixing up the place to our tastes was fun. We painted each room to our favorite colors but voted on a color for rooms like to kitchen or living room. Then a lot of Tsuri’s pictures were framed and hung all around to make the place feel more like home.
We try and keep things happy and lively. Every day I made it a goal to tell her the ten things I love about her, I try to make different ones each day and so far I have not failed. We would also still send each other love letters regardless of living in the same household.
I still remember one of our recent dates, the date that led to us having the newest addition to our family, Dexter.
We went on a cruise ship because the children wanted to play pirate and Tsuri and I thought it would be a wonderful date, which we were not wrong on. We danced, played games like monopoly with the children. We even joined in on the pirate adventure Heart and Soul created. I just love how patient and caring she is towards the children. She treats them as if they were her own and never have I seen her get upset or stressed over them. I still remember the soft loving whispers we shared on the night were we had Dexter. I admit I was worried at first, I was unsure if we could even care for another child but Tsuri chased away my fears. She became my rock and gave me support and courage to face the challenge. When we had Dexter my fears melted away, with Tsuri by my side and Heart and Soul who would be wonderful siblings, I had nothing but joy in my heart. I can’t imagine life without my lover or my family, she is my star as I am her sky.
(670 words)
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froas
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Post by froas on Aug 5, 2014 21:13:49 GMT
Username: Froas
Name: Dakota
Significant other: Aurielle
Story: (list word count at end)
reserve q-q
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terrier
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so much drawing omg
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Post by terrier on Aug 5, 2014 21:39:08 GMT
mark q o q
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Post by fennecfox on Aug 5, 2014 22:15:42 GMT
Username:
FennecFox Name:
Riva Significant other: Persephone ; Girlfriend
Story:
This Space Made for UsShe is so glorious in every aspect….The way that the light hits her flower-littered hair is a sight that I find myself falling further in love with each day. It's as if the large oak tree underneath us has grown and shaped itself just for us to have a special place to share; a place where we can let the stress of each day escape through any crevice and any pore of our spirits. I've never been one for poetry..But Seph is a poem I've been waiting to write for a long time.
As we sit here with the stars above us and the golden expanse of meadow below us, all I want is to hold her in my arms and twist braids into her silky waves. These feelings used to be foreign to me and I had trouble adjusting to the anxiety that flooded me whenever she was standing close. I was a girl who had a crush on a girl and it terrified me. With every quick heartbeat and every shaking of my hands, I didn't know what I was getting into. Then she would give me that look: blue eyes with all of the depth in the world as she shot daggers at me just to keep me quiet. And I was too distracted by her avoidant attitude to actually listen to her. Maybe that's why I always find myself in trouble with her.
When we met as teenagers, her first response was to call me a priss. To this day, I have no idea why she thinks it's me who's the priss but I've learned to deem it a term of endearment, much like the times she threatens to throw me out of a window. Seph puts on her tough girl act but when she wears her heart on her sleeve, she is purely graceful. Puffy eyes, runny nose, and all.
I've always wondered how she felt about me…After all, I practically forced my way into her life. I had never really had any friends..that were girls, at least. And when I saw little miss Persephone and her devil-may-care attitude, I had to take the challenge of becoming one of her closest friends. I pestered her into giving me art lessons and danced upon every nerve, only to end up getting us stuck in an elevator for half the day. She'll tell everyone it was all me being a clumsy freak, but, to be fair, the apartment complex wasn't the most…updated place around.
The elevator (which Seph abhors being mentioned to this day), was a definining moment in our friendship. I was able to learn about one of her deepest fears and she was able to lean on me for comfort. If I'm honest with myself, that's when my girl-crush started. Then it bloomed into more until I couldn't deny it anymore. I couldn't conceal my feelings, no matter how anxious they made me.
I mentioned that I had always wanted to know how Seph felt about me and I got a small taste of that when I was (totally unexpectedly) kissed by a boy I knew as a child. Seph showed me her jealous side and all I could think was that green was a good color on her. That was when I got the tiniest inkling that she had fallen for me at least a little bit. That night I was grinning like a fool.
Romance has always gotten me flustered, but Seph is the person I'm willing to adjust for. Like the idiot I can be, I blabbed my feelings and made Seph run for the hills. But when I found those blue eyes again and she accepted me, it was the only thing in my life that actually made sense, no matter how confusing it was before.
I can't even believe that these feelings used to scare me. She's my better half..So without her, I'm not whole.
Now, as I hold her hand, all I want to do is put a ring on it and make her mine. But I hope she never reads this…I know for a fact she wouldn't hesitate to actually throw me out of a window..
{698 words w/o title}  Username:
FennecFox Name:
Tas Significant other: Maeve ; Girlfriend The King of HeartsShe had me at a card trick. Or at least I think she did. She may have even had me before that…But what do I know? A sixteen year old with PPS isn’t exactly the person you’d expect to be hearing from about love. She intruded on my life, pushed her way into my heart, and irritated me all the while.
I remember being so mad at her when we first met. I had picked a fight…And out of the blue, she un-picked it for me. I thought I could talk to her and somehow find out where she got the nerve to stick her nose where it didn’t belong, so I entered the café where she had taken shelter and plopped myself down right across from her, bruises forming on my face from the few hits I took. I was about to yell at her about how it was a fight that I would have won but suddenly she was apologizing with this look… A look as if I was going to hit her.
I was going to say something but merely kept stumbling over my incoherent mutterings. I had intimidated her and when I saw my reflection in the glass, I understood her fear. So I abruptly stood up and made my escape, eager to get away from all of my negative feelings.
I went home to tend to my injuries but when the next day came around, I felt drawn to that café and that booth. Maybe even to that girl. Or maybe it was something else. Either way, I never hesitated to make the journey.
When she finally showed up, she sat across from me as if nothing had happened. I could see that she was trying hard not to show her fear. Yet she propped open her classic copy of David Copperfield and ordered two hot chocolates, sending one glance toward me before looking back at the words on the page. It was frustrating that she was pretending to be so brave. And more frustrating that she just assumed I would want something to drink. “Hey-“
“Maeve,” she interrupted, holding her hand out toward me. Her hand was shaking. I almost took it out of habit but instead I ignored it, glaring slightly, only to realize that I wanted to direct the glare toward myself.
I could clearly hear the words I had said to her ringing in my head: “You act as if you did me a favor. Why did you think you could just get in the middle of my business?” And then her words rang back just as clearly: “I saved you from getting seriously hurt! Fighting doesn’t solve anything.”
The way that she looked away right after declaring something so strongly had caught me off guard. She was actually more stubborn than I would have pinned her for. She reminded me of…myself. I had to laugh at the similarity, causing her to send an accusatory glare. So I took the hot chocolate and stood up, a smirk on my face that seemed to interest her. When I left, her words were barely a whisper. “See you tomorrow!”
Maeve was intriguing to me once the rage and anger dissipated to leave behind the true emotion. The emotion of having Permanent Pup Syndrome that, little did I know, she understood completely.
One day, at the café, she pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling them faster than I could keep track of. Within moments of my card going back into the pile in her hand, the card I chose had reappeared on the table in front of me. Thankfully I was familiar with card tricks.
Doing my best to one-up her, I smirked and re-shuffled the deck of cards, requesting her to do the trick one more time. So she intricately shuffled, had me choose my card, and soon realized another card had gone missing. I held the King of Hearts in my hand and the amazed expression on her face was priceless. I held onto that card until Valentine’s Day- the day I asked her to be my Queen of Hearts.
To this day, we sit in that same booth.
{700 words}
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