Snow!
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Post by Snow! on Aug 6, 2014 0:23:21 GMT
 Cosmic // Contest A // Word Count = 448 As a child, I was very rambunctious and boisterous. I was willing to take risks and I acted bold. Now, I am a bit older, with grandchildren! My one grandson, Mordecai, was a very rebellious and daring teenager... Anyways, I will get to the story.
I first received my feathers when I was turning into any adult — yes, on my birthday! It was a bit before I met Knight... So, A group of friends and I were playing a game called Truth or Dare. I, of course, chose dare. As they spoke my dare, I couldn't help but feel a bit afraid of it. Of course, I never told them that. My dare was to go deep into the woods, to visit an old fortuneteller. She lived deep into the woods, in a gnarly shack. Legend has it that nobody who went to ever returned. Reluctantly, I accept the dare.
I creeped into the woods, alert as ever. My eyes were open wide, not only to seek the fortuneteller, but to keep a watch for other creatures prowling about.
Soon, I found myself outside the shack. Vines clung to it, spiraling all around. Gulping, I knocked at the door. It swung open, revealing a female wolf. No, not a Kiamara, a wolf. She blinked in my direction, then said, "Who are you? Are you seeking the fortuneteller?" I was terrified, and I was shaking head to toe. "I am Cosmic," I responded, in a shaky voice. "I am, um, seeking her, yes." I gave a quick nod. "Come in," The female stated. Reluctantly followed her inside, finding it was quite cozy. She gave my a cold glare, and I whimpered in response. I couldn't take it... What was she going to me? Eat me? All these thoughts swirled in my head, and my eyes began to water. "Please don't eat me!" I screeched. The fortuneteller raised an eyebrow. "I won't eat you!" She said, laughing. I whimpered. She sat me down and we talked.
I found she was actually very kind. Then, I glanced at the time, seeing it was late. I told the fortuneteller this, and she seemed quite upset. "Here.. I have a gift for you," She said softly, getting up. She came back with four purple feathers. "They're beautiful," I said in awe. "They're yours," She said to me. I accepted them, and I proudly wear them to this day. I never heard much from the fortuneteller again, her shack was abandoned when I returned to her shack.
I learned that day that people may mpt be what they're said to be, good of bad. Not to mention, I got my feathers out of it! |
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Post by nörth on Aug 6, 2014 2:08:24 GMT
I am entering Competition B with the Mascot.
It is characterized as an older teenager girl.
This is in the POV (point of view) of the Kiamara/person who granted her the feather.
I sat on the steps outside a large stone building. As I heard the tell-tale flapping of wings, I jerked my head up hoping to catch a glimpse, before remembering that I wouldn't be able to see them anyways. The steps had been a cold hard concrete, dampened from the early morning mist. Next to me, propped up against the step, sat a piece of cardboard. On it, I had written:
"I'm blind
Please help"
I listened to the laughter and talking of others as they walked by. Someone clumsily tossed a coin in my direction. As I scrambled to find it, they snickered. After a while, I was tossed another coin. This one plunked into the near empty tin. I thanked them as they continued on their way.
As the hours went by, I grew tired. I heard a set of fast paced footsteps pass by me. Busy business woman most likely. Ignoring them I closed my eyes into even deeper darkness. As I began to drift off, I heard the footsteps backtrack. My eyes snapped back open, although it was without purpose. The woman stopped and took my cardboard sign and wrote a message of her own on the other side. As she set it down next to me, I felt her shoes. She then continued on her way.
After that, nearly every person who walked by stopped and placed a coin or two in my tin. A couple kindhearted souls placed several into the tin. What had that woman written?
Later in the afternoon, a person stopped in front of me and placed dollar bills into my tin. Feeling the person's shoes, my head lifted. It was the same woman.
"What did you write on me sign, miss?" I asked.
"I wrote the same message," she replied simply, "but different words." In awe of her kindness, I carefully on wrapped the softer of my two feathers and held it up to her.
"Take this," I said looking up to where I presumed her face was. She took it ever so gently and I heard her tie it around one of her limbs. She had young hands. Hands that had not yet felt and stresses and worries of life.
"Thank you," she said in a soft and warm voice. I waved as she walked away. In the end, she had been the one to say thank you, not me.
I kept that sign for many years. When I finally had my surgery completed, I was over joyed. Tears welled in my eyes as I read the two sentences that had saved me. They read:
"What a beautiful sky.
Too bad I can't see it." 474/500 |
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Post by Lana on Aug 6, 2014 6:31:34 GMT
HOW NIEVE GOT HER FEATHERS
[ written in the point of view of a teenage Nieve : 494 words ]
Hours. Days. Weeks.
By then, the amount of time that had passed since I ran away was a mystery to me. But at that point, I cared not about the time that had passed, but the time until I would find myself another home to dwell. My heart was pounding, but no amount of huffing, puffing, and falling over made me stop running.
When was seemed to be a house appeared in the distance, I quickened my pace. My eyes widened to the size of golf balls as I reached it and looked around. It wasn’t just one house. There were multiple. And they weren’t just houses, either. Shops and houses lined the road and as I walked down the street, I began to feel as though I were where I belonged. As though I were in my home.
My walking gradually increased into a run, and I found myself darting down the street, turning corners, and soon, ending up in a large park. All I could see was grass. Grass, trees, and a picnic table here and there. My eyes glistened in the sunlight and my body absorbed the heat, warmth spreading through my heart.
I spent the next half an hour simply wandering aimlessly, no idea where I was, nor where I was going. That was, until I heard someone singing.
Or perhaps, it was something. Moments later, a small, blue bird appeared from behind a tree and bounced towards me. I crouched down and extended my hand to give it a little pat, but it quickly flew back, flapping its tiny wings. I followed it into a small forest and down a hill, straying from the pathway. In a few minutes, the bird stopped and I looked around.
Beneath my feet was a long, brown rock, and around me was water. Clear, blue, beautiful water. My lips parted as I looked around in awe at the sight, the waterfall trickling just a few meters in front of me. I approached it and cautiously extended my arm, my fingers brushing the water.
I immediately sprang back. It was freezing cold, that was for sure, but it was still absolutely gorgeous. I turned around, eyes searching for the bird that had led me here, but it was nowhere to be seen. Instead, my eyes found a small pie of pale blue feathers. I slowly approached it, leaning down to take hold of the bunch.
For a few seconds I stood still, unmoving, my breathing almost non-existent. Then, I looked around, making sure I was alone. When I was sure nobody was around, I clipped the feathers to my body, paws shaking as I did so.
Two feathers dangled from my ears, two from my tail, and one from my paw.
I wiped a tear that had sneakily escaped my tear duct and made my way back up the hill and through the forest, to the park where I had met my feathery friend.
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Inky
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Post by Inky on Aug 6, 2014 16:32:32 GMT
"How I got my feathers,"
Four bright green feathers, tinged dark at the edges. A faint smell of mint is given off them.
They weren't partically amazing but they where special to her and to me to.
"I remember when I was really young, my mother always having a small bag which gave of a strong smell. I always wanted to know what was in it but my mother refused until my second birthday.
It's still clear in my head. The celebrations for another young kiamara in the pack where massive and there was a great fuss over his feathers.
I hid out in the forest until my mother found me."
"And she presented me with the bag. Wide eyed I opened it-
out slid four feathers. My eyes widened even more as I remembered the stories my mother told me when i felt sad and left out. Of a little green bird with its bright feathers tinged darker who befriended my mother when she was young and they went on many adventures together.
These stories where endless;
and I loved them"
"Late that night my mother told me a new adventure-
of the bird flyinh north for the summer but leaving behind some feathers."
"The last thought that went into my sleepy head that night was that my new feathers where out of a fairy tale and that I'd go on many adventures with them."
And I did.
(Story "written" by my kiamara Bai, #164)
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Post by bloodscythe on Aug 6, 2014 18:02:43 GMT
How I Got My Feathers; Comp A
Koschei's Tale
I wasn't the typical Kia youth. You could say I fully rejected the usual tradition of gaining feathers after youth. I led my life in pursuit of scientific knowledge, getting into trouble here and there changing my goals to suit my unyielding intelligence. I didn't gain my feathers till I was out of my young adult stage. Before hand I never thought I'd actually engage in the tradition, but when I found these feathers of mine I knew I would hang onto them...
I had taken a trip into the rainforest, I had heard of an intriguing new species and had to try to find it for myself. I spent many days searching for this creature to no avail, and yet I always felt it's weary eyes on me as I walked. My ambitions were to simply collect a few samples of the creature for future reference. I spent weeks in that jungle until I finally gave up. I had switched to my last resort of being led by some natives to where they knew it to live. Of course, they worshiped it as some god figure, so I had to incite a few rites to even set foot on their sacred land. But I went through them, followed every footstep of the guides, even stared in awe of the large cave mouth that they designated as it's home. However; nothing showed, there were several signs of life but they were from known species. I stayed at the cave mouth for hours trying to wait for it to arrive. The guides had left me there, as they had other duties besides hover around some foreign tourist. I believe I dozed off for merely a minute, until a sort of scuttling awoke me. I saw a shape, a feathered tail lifted into the air, but nothing distinct formed in my sleep hazed eyes. It seemed to disappear before I could focus, though a few feathers golden feathers were left behind.
I took these back to my lab to test, I even shot a few with antimatter and nuclear emissions. That's how my tail feather glows with such dark brilliance. Don't worry it is perfectly safe, it's not hard to neutralize such things. But alas I wasn't able to prove or disprove this new species. The tests seemed inconclusive, and the make-up was the same as most feathered creatures known on Earth. But they remind me of my experience, my thirst for knowledge.
-411/500-
How I Got My Feathers; Comp B
Dahana's Imagination
Ah man, how I'd like to get my feathers? I'm not sure really... Maybe a competition, or from tugging them straight out of a bird! Hmm... No, I think I have an idea, here's how the story would go:
It's warm, so unbelievably hot on the first day of summer. Usually it's cool, maybe just barely summery, but this one was full blast summer. It was the perfect day to cause some trouble at the beach, and enjoy a double dipped, moose tracks and mint chocolate chip ice cream cone. So, once there it is easy to see that, no surprise, everyone else had the same idea to come to the beach. But ya know, lotsa people means lotsa attention on me, so I figure bring it on!
I stop by to get my double dip cone and enjoy the day for a little while before I try to show off my prank skills. I'd say a couple hours have passed, as a few people around me have obviously fallen asleep. I finish off my ice cream and pick out one of the sleeping victims. I'll make this guy look like he was wearing a bikini, and I'll move the radio just slightly before I turn up the volume so that this lady knocks over her glass of lemonade, then I'll position a crab onto that guy's back...
However; before I could even get through the first prank the guy wakes up, and yells at me, calls me a hooligan and some other nasty slander, and chases me off to the water. Man, I wasn't expecting that. But I'll hide in the waves for a little bit until the guy forgets about me. But my attention falls onto a kind looking lady that is wading out towards me. I don't think I tried to prank her earlier, so what does she want? Then I notice some painted feathers clutched in her hand. I had seen some at the booth by the ice cream stand, but I didn't notice who was running it. But here she is, this lady, smiling and gesturing as she spoke to me.
"You know I couldn't help but notice you came here alone, and of course your mischievous behavior. Do you have any family?"
"I've got a couple a brothers... I don't really hang out with them much, I'm too cool for that."
"Of course you are. Well, I thought you could have these on the house. I hope they make you think about where your life is heading."
"I don't... know what you mean, but I'm open to freebies."
She just smiled and giggled as she handed me the feathers. I don't think I deserve these, but I'll hang onto them...
And That's how it'd go!
(461/500)
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Post by silverkitsune on Aug 6, 2014 19:36:09 GMT
(Competition A)
Today was another quiet peaceful day for Lime the kiamara, she looked up at the bright robin egg blue sky with a few cotton like clouds slowly floating by. She couldn’t help but start drifting down memory lane, as she closed her eyes Lime started to think back to when she first got her feathers which came with blue glass beads.
She idly paws at hot pink feather dipped in white attached to her right paw with a string which had beautiful sparkly little blue beads which matched the sky above.
It started on a day similar to this one, but instead of lying outside on the soft grass Lime was indoors looking through her old dresses. There was one she loved the best from the rest but it only fit her as a baby. By now the dress was tattered and starting to fall apart. She still remembered when she first received that dress from her mother. The joy that shown in her eyes at the dress that made her feel like a princess, it was a dress with a dark pink which faded into a light pink as it reached the top. The sleeves were short and puffed as well as the bottom half which was also layered with patterned fabric. Pretty white lace wrapped around the edges and little blue glass beads. But what she loved the most were the hot pink feathers dipped in white which formed a flower shape at the right side hip of the dress. It was truly a shame the dress was now so worn and riddled with holes, she wore it so often as a child that it was not properly cared for.
Lime knew there was no point in keeping that dress anymore but she just couldn’t fully part with it so she plucked two feathers which thankfully were still in good condition compared to the others which were broken and a few of the beads which were not cracked. Then using her skills as seamstress she unravelled some of the string from the old dress and used it to string together the glass beads and feathers she collected. Thus she gave herself her feathers from the memory of her childhood dress made by her mother.
Lime then opens her eyes as the memory now fades and with a smile she lifts her right paw to her face to look at the feather and beads, someday she will attempt to make a dress just like the one her mother made and gift it to her daughter if she ever has one in the future.
(434 words)
(Competition B)
Soul stared in awe at his best friend and in a way sister’s melon charm and beads which hung from her tail. Then he looked at Lime who in a way was his mother, well more so at her feathers and beads. The stories they told him about how they got their feathers made him ponder about his own, well more like lack of one.
He would wonder about how he would receive his feathers, would it be a gift or would he get it from a favorite belonging, maybe he can find one in the woods! As easy as the last one sounded he felt it would be more meaningful if it were gifted to him, just like how Heart’s one was gifted to her by Lime and how Lime’s one was gotten in a way by her mother. That way every time he would look at his feathers it would give him some sort of meaning rather than just finding any old one.
So now he will wait for the day he can grow up and receive his first feather from his family.
(185 words)
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Post by mastershortpants on Aug 6, 2014 21:45:32 GMT
Kairi - Competition A - 346 Words - POV: Naminé
She was almost two then. Spacey, adventurous, naive to the ways of the world and the pain is could hold. She's still like that now, I guess. I don't know if she remembers then. I still do.
She had found him on the beach, sick and dying. I don't know if she knew how bad he was or what happened to him in the end. The gull was young, its adult feathers still new. It had grown weak, unable to catch its own food or even lift itself off the sand. Where others looked on with pity or ignored it altogether, she took action, lifting him onto her back and carrying him home with her. She said she wanted to help. Father thought she was insane. Truthfully, I did too. Mother was kinder, though I think she knew from the start the bird was not long for this world. It was scrawny, its breath haggard and its heartbeat faint. Still she helped her care for the gull as best she could. Kairi would catch it crabs from the tidepools on the rocks and bring them home in a bucket, then mother would crack them open and feed the meat to the gull while Kairi did her best to keep him comfortable in the little makeshift nest they'd made. It went on like that for a little more than a week. I hid away in my room as I usually did for most of that time. It was hard seeing my little adoptive sister try so hard to help the bird while he wasted away nonetheless. I don't think she knew her attempts were failing. That only made it worse. The seagull passed away on the evening of the ninth day while Kairi slept. Mother buried it outside in the middle of the night. She awoke the next morning on her second birthday, more concerned about the missing gull than her own celebration. Mother said to her, 'it flew away last night'. Kairi was happy it got better. At the party that evening, she got her feathers. |
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Post by snow on Aug 6, 2014 22:22:27 GMT
 Avielle
My eyes cautiously darted back and fourth across the forest I was trudging through, making sure that I was not being followed, nor were there any predators awaiting in the bushes to lunge. It was the first time I had went out into the Rainforest alone, which seemed to leave the feeling of hopelessness clouding around me. With my blade, I hacked away at the thick vines that got in my way, slightly annoyed at how thick the undergrowth was around here. Though, what was I expecting for a Brazilian Rainforest? A simple hike on a dirt path? No, it never would have been that easy.
The sound of wings fluttering caught me off guard, causing me to violently swing my blade around, my heart pounding in my chest. Though, once I recognized the familiar sound, I breathed a sigh of relief. Lifting the binoculars from around my neck up to my eyes, I looked up, hoping to find what created the loud noise. Unfortunately, it likely was startled by my outburst and took off. With a groan, I dropped the binoculars, and continued my trek.
An hour had gone by when I heard the familiar flutter of wings just above my head. This time, thankfully I was not as frightened, and instead slowly lifted my binoculars once again, and looked upwards. The most of what I saw were nothing out of the ordinary- branches, trees, vines, etc. Though, that was when I noticed a small feather, bright in color, snagged in some thick vines. Curiosity lit my eyes at the sight of it, and without thinking, I begun to move towards the object. My blade moved through the undergrowth as if I weren't controlling it, for all my attention was focused on the feather in front of me. Within a few moments, I arrived, close enough to reach out and untangle the feather from its spot in the vines. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before- orange, green, and teal, with black stripes running horizontally along it. I frowned as I freed it from its spot, closely examining it. That was when I, once again, heard the fluttering of wings. Quickly, I spun around, and spotted it. The bird looked very similar to a parrot, with its orange, green, and blue feathers. It seemed to give me an admiring look, before surprising me by flying onto my shoulder. I was shocked, though did not try to get the bird to leave. It seemed to have a connection to me, for it rubbed its head against my own, lightly cawing as it did so.
For the rest of my journey, the bird traveled with me. Even at certain times, it would lead me through the forest, helping me find certain things when I needed them. After I had exited the jungle, I was still holding the feather, when I got the idea to tie it around my tail- as a symbol of the friendship I formed with the bird.
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Post by wolfxdog on Aug 6, 2014 22:41:45 GMT
- Both from the perspectives of the two kiamara.
Competition A: BiochemicalCompetition B:
Deke
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Post by captaintamashi on Aug 7, 2014 5:33:16 GMT
R U A D H // C O M P E T I T I O N A. // W O R D COUNT 500 - Blue skies, green grass, few clouds and the faint trickle of the creek parallel to the sidewalk. It was a day just like any other. A small Kiamara slowly made his way down the road, a sad look across his face. He mumbled to himself, "Jake, yep, Lacey, yep, Ryan, yep..." he continued down the list with a name and a yep. "Ruadh, no." His sad expression got worse, almost like he was going to cry.
[/url] // C O M P E T T I O N A // W O R D C O U N T: 499 Rumor story Biting her lip, her teeth almost hitting her newest snake bites, Rumor made her way through the alleyway. Her pack filled with half empty spray cans. She checked the occupants of the sidewalk before pushing herself into the crowd. She had herself on alert, not wanting to be caught again. She pushed herself into the middle of the crowd, blending in with the bigger Kiamaras' shadows with her black fur. She held her tail low, the feathers hanging from it dragging on the ground. She cringed when she felt the tug. The feathers weren't even hers, she stole them when she was younger so she was the first one in her class to have them. Her turn came and she headed down another alleyway. She heard a heavy wheezing from the shadows and turned her attention there. An older male Kiamara was sitting there. Rumor flicked her ears and checked the surroundings. Nothing to worry about for the most part, she made her way over to him with caution. "Sir, so you need any help?" she asked, keeping herself a safe distance away incase her had bad intentions. The older male looked up at Rumor. "Please," he held up an envelope, it was covered in sloppy writing, "take this to my daughter?" he asked, leaning against the brick wall. Rumor read the writing on the paper. "Why don't you just mail it?" she asked, raising a brow. The old man's expression turned sour. Rumor flinched. "Whatever, I'll take it, it's on my way home anyways." She grabbed the paper from the man and went on her way, leaving the old timer behind. She noticed before she walked away though that the old man had a smile on his face. And was that a tear she saw? She looked back at the sloppy writing, he must've written this in a hurry. A couple hours passed before Rumor made it to the daughter's home. She went up the steps and rang the doorbell. A kid answered. "Who're you?" the kid asked, rubbing his nose with his sleeve. "That's not important. May I see..." she read the name on the envelope to refresh her memory. "Kiera?" "Mom? I guess." he turned and went back into the house. "MOM!" he yelled. "Some lady's at the door!" A few moments passed and a female Kiamara came to the door. She was short and cute. This was the old manna daughter? "I, um, have a letter for you. Well, I think it's a letter, I'm not entirely sure to be honest." she handed over the envelope, turning around to leave. She had made it a few steps down before the girl called to her. "Hey wait! Thank you! Sorry for all the trouble!" the girl had tears in her eyes. "It was nothing." Rumor stepped onto her porch, almost tripping at the last step over a box. A box? Rumor opened it up. Inside were three feathers and a note. 'You did good kid. -Anonymous' [/ul]
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Post by snownina on Aug 7, 2014 7:25:52 GMT
 [Word Count: 485//Contest A] "Feathers were an important part of every Kiamaras life. No matter who they were, what their background was, what they did, every single Kiamara gets their own feathers. To us, feathers are a symbol of ourselves. They are the cameras that record down our history, and yet, unlike a camera, only a single Kiamara can see it, or read it, in the way it's supposed to be read. A blue kiamara can't understand what the red feathers mean on a pink kiamara, just like we can't understand what people of the past were thinking. No matter how hard we try to interpret, it doesn't work." The Mascot sighed as he set down his quill. He was writing a certain essay to get into a magazine, but couldn't think of what to write. He tried interviewing the many Kiamaras that had feathers, but he didn't get their happiness, their sorrow, their joy, their story. In order to understand, he had to get his feathers. Imagine that. An adult who still didn't have his feathers. It wasn't like the Mascot was weird or anything. On the contrary, all welcomed him. He looked good, if he had to say so himself. He was black, with brightly colored markings. He just never got his feathers. He never tried to get one, and no one ever gave him one. He never thought of it as something that he absolutely needed until now. "Mail!" Ah, the mailman. Perfect timing. Just had to jerk the Mascot out of his thoughts. As he opened the door, he saw that it wasn't the usual mailman. No. A new, young, black, outgoing-looking, and a bit bedraggled Kiamara replaced him, and he had tons of feathers on his tail. Maybe... since this guy had so many feathers... he would know something much more about feathers than all the other people. "Sir, May I ask why you have so many feathers?" He asked. The young Kiamara blinked. “Well, I was an adventurer. Every feather I came upon, I took. They all represented something special to me. They all had their own unique story to tell. I wanted to hear them all.” The Mascot shook his head. He still couldn’t understand. “Whatever. Thanks anyways.” The mailman tipped his hat, gave a letter and the newspaper to him, and left. The Mascot shut the door, and opened the letter. Three feathers fell out. “What the –?” He read the letter. “Dear whoever you are, I have met many lost Kiamaras on my journeys. I have helped them, and when I became a mailman, I decided to help more. If I saw one worried about feathers, I would give him this letter. And you need this letter. These feathers are from my journey. They hold stories, and now they’ll start a new one with you. Start writing your own story.” The Mascot finished writing the essay with three new feathers. |
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parro
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Post by parro on Aug 7, 2014 7:26:12 GMT
mark, I'll be doing it from the mascot's point of view as I don't own a kia ~
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wajagirl
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hey there, just a non-owner hoping to get her first kia <3
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Post by wajagirl on Aug 7, 2014 9:33:04 GMT
[500/500 | Contest A | Listen to me voice-read the passage in one tab and read along in another for added effect!] No one is quite sure of how kiamaras were created, though there is one thing I thought since the day I was born: however I was made, I was made as something to just be there for show. Someone supposed to sit and look pretty in front of a crowd and to be called by a name they never knew the true meaning of, an act so meaningless that I was long forgotten in such a large world. And there I was. I remember the day precisely. It was the day I turned from a young child to an adult, a ceremony quite practiced in my adopted family. I had never grown up knowing my birth parents or where I had belonged, but instead raised by two kiamaras who could never have a child of their own. I was seen as a blessing to them, though to me I was cursed. No one knew who I was, so I hoped that getting my feathers would give me my true identity that I had always longed for as a celebrity. I forced it upon my peers to give me what I thought I had needed so dearly too soon. I remember stepping up onto the sturdy stand to be presented with what I had so long craved. My adoptive parents held up three feathers in an array of colors for me to put on. They spoke softly to me, but I had become confused and had stopped listening before they had even opened their mouths to speak. These were not the feathers that I had expected to be bestowed upon. I wanted something that would make me be adored by a crowd instead of pitifully ignored, yet these weren't fancy at all like I had thought - just plain old feathers. Tacky. I shouted for the ceremony to pause and ran down to my parents expecting them to change the feathers. They told me that it wasn't possible, and that I should go back up. However, I was in no mood to and ran off. I'm still not sure what brought me back but I did eventually return, maybe I knew it was wrong to put my parents through hell again. I stepped back up and waited, their words ringing around me once more. "These feathers, though they are plain, represent how something so simple can be elegant if you take the time to look at it. You may think you're plain on the outside, but your heart is full of great passion only kiamaras brave enough to take a closer look can see. It isn't everything to be noticed by a flock of strangers, but instead worth more than gold to have a few companions who know who you really are inside." What they said was true. I had no need to be gaudy and pretend I was someone I wasn't for others to like me. That day I learned the most valuable lesson of all, and I'm glad I did. |
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Post by sykes on Aug 7, 2014 12:30:45 GMT
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Temeraire and his feathers, A story that will unfold before your own eyes..
I remember as a child, I never knew my real parents once I started to develop and represent a dragon. They gave up on me, and wanted nothing to do with me. It hurt, I grieved alone and was near death. When a large dragon, named Anquis came along. And I couldn't be more thankful. Even though, hes gone now.. Well, I remember this one day vividly. We were walking and talking about everything he has been through in his life. His battle scars, and near death experiences. He had been through a lot. And I noticed a feather tied around on of his long horns. I wanted it so badly. I was thinking of stealing it. But that wouldn't be right. Heh,come on I was only a kid then. I had a good conscious then. Now you better watch your valuables around me. I spent almost my whole child hood, and my teenager years with him. He took better care of me, then my parents ever did. One night, in my teenager years I untied the feather and ran off with it. When I heard his roar of anger from a far place in the forest. I messed up. He came looking for me, and I thought it was over and I would be done for. Toast. But he lifted me up on his back and scolded me, snatching the feather and tying it to his horn once more. Well, I did that. "Don't you ever run away from me again, I was worried sick." that's all he said that night. "I promise, you'll get this feather one day." Then a few weeks later. He got into a huge fight with another dragon. It wasn't pretty. The forest was wrecked, and Anquis, well he didn't make it. He hid me well so the other dragon didn't find me. I ran to Anquis side after the second one left. I remember I was sobbing, tears falling from my eyes faster and faster. I didn't know what to do. But Anquis shushed me by roaring slightly with a hiss. He smiled. "Your gonna be fine kid, your gonna live your life. Happily, find a mate, and be happy." he said and closed his eyes. He was gone. I untied the feather from his horn, and the feather and string I wrapped around my paw. I still miss him, everyday. But he was right. I lived happy, I found a mate, and cherished my life. I know his spirit is still watching over me, with this feather.. I feel him alive still. |
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ElementStar
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just keep swimming until you drown
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Post by ElementStar on Aug 7, 2014 13:12:41 GMT
 {{ Selene - Competition B - 472 words }} “What’s wrong with me? Why didn’t I get big… like you?” I asked, looking up at the adult kia, who I remembered being smaller than me as a little baby. Her name was Erin, one of the now many adult kiamaras I know. I remember her being smaller than me, and but then she started growing up, leaving me once again with that question… I don’t know how many times I went to my big brother asking about it. I still don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never gotten straight answers from the big kias… it’s like I won’t understand. They are probably right though, I’m just a kid, and always will be. Sometimes I would walk out into the forest surrounding Erin’s house. Every time I go, it’s the same thing each time. Sitting on an old, dead tree, I sulk. Sniffles and rustling of leaves are the only things heard. I know sometimes Kenai, another kia I watched get big, sees me from the treetops since he’s always in the forest, but he leaves me alone… maybe he was one stuck, like me? Or maybe it’s something else… he’s always talking about how we’re special because we’re weird and that’s a good thing, but I just want to be normal, like the big kias… Sometimes, I close my eyes, and wish. I keep wishing until my throat hurts, but I want it so badly... I hope that one day my wish will come true. That I’ll open my eyes and find a pretty little bird, feathers in it’s beak, and I’ll start to grow. I don’t want to just find feathers; I want to be given them by the animals! It only seems right, but that will probably never happen. Feathers mean adulthood, right? So, if a birdy gives me feathers… I will finally get to be like the big kias. I just hope one day, that kind little bird finds me, and makes my wishes come true. But… Erin says wishes don’t come true for most of us. Maybe I should stop wishing for that little bird, but I don’t want to stop. Maybe, as long as I hope, there’s a chance! What else can I do? I have had to watch kias grow up around me and change, while I’ve been stuck as a tiny kiamara. I don’t know if my brother feels the same, since he’s bigger than me, and he has big horns… Aren’t big horns a sign of adulthood too? Some kias don’t get horns, but I just have these tiny ones… Maybe, if I grow, I’ll get big horns like brother! At least, I hope so. Sometimes, I wonder if he’s going to abandon me because I’m small and stuck like this… I don’t know what I’ll do if he leaves me behind. |
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