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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)
(October 20, 2018 - 11:30 pm)
My shining body now renewed
But my weakness showing through
Silver flashes in the moonlight
Rippling pain as I try to stand
I know I must, but I can't
The wind whispers in silver ears
No
No no no no...
My friend...
Tears stream down silver cheeks
... Is dead.
White fire fills silver eyes
No. I brought one back, and I can do it again!
In your memory, Ignit,
I will bring the Tarlik back
A blue scale, covered in blue fur, picked up with silver claws
If it is the last thing I do.
The silver beast attempts once more to stand
The beast will be majestic once more.
The silver beast rises slowly
And the Kiwi bird will be by my side
When the Tarlik has no longer died
Together we will fight the dark
That's laid my sins bare and stark
The silver beast tosses its mane
And together,
The silver beast growls low and lashes its tail
We will vanquish our own deaths.
The silver beast closes its eyes
The silver beast sees empty chains in a faraway tower, with nothing but a blue, furry scale in between them
Gotcha.
The silver beast sprints off
The sound of an evil snarl slithers through the area
Two eyes, glowing black, scan the clearing, looking for its silver prey
Another, more sinister growl
The sky grows dark as dark fog rolls in
(November 17, 2018 - 12:18 am)
~An unfamiliar sound breaks the darkened silence.
Phoenix-song.....no.....but what?
It's higher and lighter, yet somehow deeper.
It has color.
A blue sound.
Impossible, yet irrefutable.
The sea-colored sound envelopes the night like a dream.
Closer and farther and nowhere and everywhere and nonexisting at the same moment.
Till it's only imagined and not.
The sky turns red.
But the song is blue!
But the sky is radiant red.
Scarlet as the grass is green.
But is it?
It is thank goodness.
A feather materializes.
Vibrant blue matching the song.
Finally.
Something that makes sense.
Except it doesn't.
The feather falls on the once-silver shadow.
It instantly turns blue.
Real, sensible blue.
What is real?
What is sense?
The creature stares at the feather hopefully.
It isn't a jay-feather.
It's a bluebird feather.
The beast is whisked into the sky.
Far away from its former captor.~
(November 18, 2018 - 10:01 pm)
(November 17, 2018 - 5:47 pm)
(November 25, 2018 - 6:18 pm)
I will find you.
A shift.
A breeze.
I open my eyes,
and then I freeze.
For there before me
is someone I wished not to see.
A glinting smile
Flashing eyes
I have fallen for another guise
I will never be free
He will always haunt me
With what I was
What I used to be.
A creature dashes through the night, running towards a castle.
A traitor sits on the king's throne and smiles. They finger a necklace, laughing. The prophet's eye, ringed by blue fur and scales with a single feather is draped around the traitor's neck, a trophy.
~~~
I had a picture to upload but it's not working, I'll try to fix that
(December 2, 2018 - 11:33 pm)
(December 7, 2018 - 7:32 pm)
Silver silver silver
My fine feathered friend
A Crystal Blue has taken you
I fear may cause the end
Stay wary beast
At very least
Trust none but friend
(December 9, 2018 - 8:38 pm)
Blue as the sea
On a string hanging free
A scale in the clutches of Death.
A servant so pure
Not one scratch or blur
On the soul of the one brought by Moonbreath.
A silver stalker
Is taking a marker
And drawing a line for all time.
With fury intent
On shadows' heads bent
The friends shall make death pay its fine.
Saving its might
For the one fateful night
Silver charges straight for the moon.
Claws flashing brightly
And caring not slightly
For the defeat of the darkness soon.
(December 10, 2018 - 3:15 am)
~A lonely bright shadow
Shadowed not the moon
A Silvery shadow
Ran away from a Blue
The Silver wasn’t shadow
As the moon could well be
For the moon’s a reflection
And the Silver is free
So the Silver glows brighter
It’s no shadow known
But the Blue quite is
For it’s quite alone
The magic within it is selfish you see
It holds it all in, won’t just let it be
Not even a fraction the Blue could muster
Of the Silver’s great magic, the Silver’s great luster
The Silver’s escaped
It’s run from it’s captor
It’s swooped for the moon
Like a gray fiery raptor
The Blue in pursuit
But just too late
Silver collides with Moon
It’s pearly-white pate
Then as soon as was started
It stopped, the commotion
Time was no longer
The world in slow motion
The Moon had erupted
In a shower of sparks
The Light had exploded
No longer was dark
Like fragments of mirror
Moon shattered and spun
For Moon was of Silver
And Phoenix of Sun
And Silver, it’s element
Would not hold it long
But before Blue could blink
Beast of Silver was gone~
(December 24, 2018 - 3:21 am)
Soon, my friends. With the power of the moon on my scales, the shadows flee from my wrath. Kiwi, join me and soon the Dark Servant and the Dread Master will no longer be holding the One of Blue. Long has the Blue's dying moan haunted me, following me to the moon as you said. The time comes near when I shall be free of its moan and my shadow-hunter...
(December 24, 2018 - 3:17 pm)
So recently the threads I TOP haven't been moving...
(December 28, 2018 - 9:47 pm)
... But I want to see how this ends so Imma TOP it.
(December 28, 2018 - 9:48 pm)
Just one more time...
maap
A map?
(December 28, 2018 - 11:51 pm)
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