The last living

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The last living

The last living feather of a mystical animal known only by the stars and one certain Kiwi. That is all that will be left.

Yeah, you know who this is. You've probably figured out what's going on. But I don't care.

Why don't I care? Because somewhere, someplace unknown to most of the world, my beastly form is dying. It's the last thing I have. Somebody wants me dead, and I need Kiwi. I don't know how to get to her.


And it's been generations since we saved Ignit together.


She's probably forgotten about me, but it depends on my life for her to remember. If she doesn't, then my killer will find my body, slowly regenerating and healing, and they will kill me. I am the first and the last of my kind. I need to live.

My one reassurance is that I know she isn't dead. Magical beings don't age, and I have a special bond with Kiwi. If she was dead then I'd know it. If she was in danger I'd know it. 

I've sent out my magic to find Kiwi. However, my fear is that when it finds her she will not be listening for magic. If she is not listening then the magic will not reach her. My only hope in that scenario is that she still has the feather I gave to her oh so long ago...

submitted by A majestic beast
(October 20, 2018 - 11:30 pm)

Ah, another beast

who may soon be deceased

I had a friend

who may have met their end

trying to get a hint

of what may happen to glint

in the corner of a castle

the castle

my castle

A clock as old as time

that holds the chime

to unlocking a bond.

I will help you

for I do remember

who you are. 

Do you remember me? 

submitted by Tarlik, Guardian of Feathers
(October 22, 2018 - 1:26 pm)
submitted by top
(October 22, 2018 - 7:27 pm)

Yes I remember.

I remember darkness and blood

And you.

Oh yes, you were there.

In the furthest reaches of the stories

You were there

And I knew you.

I had thought you were my friend.

You have yet to prove that to me.  

submitted by A magestic beast
(October 22, 2018 - 9:19 pm)

I struggle against my chains to no avail, for I have been chained against my will. Fool. I was a fool to let this happen. To go willingly with them and let them cage me. I cannot reach the keys, though they are around me, taunting me with freedom. I cannot see even the slightest hint of her. I flick my tail, or attempt to for I cannot move it very far, my wings chained to my sides. I send another riddle to my old friend.

The keys

the keys 

keys  to knowledge

to freedom.

Your Kiwi bird is not here,

but she is out there

She is not with me

I have not seen her in a long time 

She has blocked herself

from seers like myself

I cannot find her.

Not like this

Not when she does not want to be found.

I cannot prove that I am your friend,

that it is for you to decide.

submitted by Tarlik, Guardian of Feathers
(October 23, 2018 - 10:07 am)

~Only when I wish to be seen shall I be seen

If not, idle is your battle begun

Silver magic reached me like newest stars that sheen

At bidding of a timeless friend I bid farewell to setting sun

And flew off into the night


'Twas the same silver glow

It embellished my cloak

Of midnight blue and starshine

'Twas the same silver sheen

It flooded a dream

Full of wistful friendship somehow


'Tis the same, very close

I musn't tarry

It may close

'Tis weakened somehow

I know not why

So I take to the sky


Silver magic never dim

Silver magic within~ 

submitted by Kiwi, The glimmer in the dark
(October 23, 2018 - 2:29 pm)

My offer still stands. You remember me as well, no?

submitted by a keeper, of feathers
(October 23, 2018 - 2:38 pm)

Just tell me what to do to get it. 

submitted by A thief, Of feathers
(October 24, 2018 - 10:33 am)

Perhaps you would be interested in a trade? The question is... what do you have to give?

submitted by a keeper, of feathers
(October 25, 2018 - 4:49 pm)

I can give you my service as a thief. I can give bottled dragon's fire, among other things my employer would be willing to sacrifice to get this feather.

My question is... What would you want for it?

submitted by A thief, Of feathers
(October 26, 2018 - 7:13 am)

Hmm... interesting. Bottled dragon fire is indeed quite rare, although I have no need for the stuff. I do wonder how your employer obtained it, however....


Your services, perhaps an undeterminable favor... may fit the bargain, so to speak.

But, you see, a phoenix feather is an interesting thing. One may not simply... give it, as we seem to be planning. 

submitted by a keeper, of many things
(October 29, 2018 - 8:03 pm)

Oh, don’t think I’ve forgotton. 

submitted by D.D. K. J., age Error, Error
(October 23, 2018 - 3:58 pm)

Come, Kiwi

Save me from my own self

My shadow is coming

The Death Hound

It was made from the

Depths of my heart,

Where my evils live,

Waiting for a chance to destroy me.

Now, as I heal,

Slowly forgetting my past,

My evil has become alive.

If it finds me it will take me over.

Help me.

I am already forgetting you

I don't want to

But it's part of my rebirth

If you save me

Your actions will keep me from forgetting you.

If Death Hound finds me first

I will forget you

And become a beast of death and darkness.

Help me Kiwi, before it is too late. 

submitted by A majestic beast
(October 24, 2018 - 3:21 pm)

Far away from any civilization, a giant rock protrudes from the ground. On it, a hulking form breathes slowly, each breath possibly the last. Blotches of tar edged silver cover its normally gleaming silver hide and feathers. The beast cannot move. It cannot run from the evil that is Comin for it.

submitted by A majestic beast
(November 1, 2018 - 10:35 am)

I look up at the sky

The last thing I will ever see 

I hoped that someone would find me

But now I'm done

Their chance is gone

The moon hits it's peak, shining directly on a caged creature, it looks up at the moon in acknowledgment. It is time.

This is my last wish

My will

My Testament

I wish for my silver friend to live

when I cannot

watch over her

For I am going

where even she cannot see

I regret not staying longer

I regret not telling her of my illness

I regret the pain,

the suffering

That my friend is enduring

Giant wings flare, not in warning, but in farewell. 

I shall see you again

Giant white eyes fix on the moon, a fishtail swishes behind the blue wolf.

Perhaps you shall find a way to bring me back

Wings fold slightly 

Perhaps I will not want to go back 

A chained head bows in sadness


A tear falls

Empty chains clang to the floor, filling the silence

A wind twists and turns around the boulder where a beast lays

whispering it's sorrow to the creature

submitted by Tarlik
(November 14, 2018 - 5:24 pm)
submitted by Top!
(November 14, 2018 - 5:29 pm)