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Post by Ravendarus on Aug 7, 2014 16:28:56 GMT
500 Words//Competition A My feathers were not mine; actually someone who saved my life gave them to me. See when I was very young, my father left us; he abandoned my mother to raise me all on her own. My mother was ill and very sickly; often I would help her out whenever I could. I remember smiling that morning and holding her hand. “I will see you when I come home” She said softly, “Okay Mother, I love you” I whispered gently. “Wait for me little one, I will come home to you… I promise” She said softly holding out her arm showing a brilliant golden feather to which I reached out to gently grace my finger with it. Then she was gone.I had waited for her by the window, but it was getting late and I ended up falling asleep.
Though I was barely awake I felt someone pick me up and carry me up the stairs. I opened my eyes slowly to see a flash of gold, I smiled a bit closing my eyes to sleep again, I knew I was safe. It was hours later that I heard an alarm go off, I woke to the smell of smoke wafting through my room causing me to cough. I tucked down low and made my way to the open door, my mother always left it open since I had troubles reaching the handle.
I made it down the stairs and gasped seeing sparks of fire climbing up the curtains in our living room.“F-Fire!” I yelped and coughed again as the smoke was lingering above me; I had come into the middle of the raging inferno that was claiming my house as its own. I gasped putting my hand over my mouth as I made my way into the kitchen to see my mother collapsed on the ground, “Mother!” I cried and ran towards her sitting down beside her, holding her hand in mine. She frowned up at me, but then smiled faintly and ruefully, “You’ll be okay Ariedenne… I will always be with you, I love… y-you… very much.” She said before coughing painfully.
I cried sadly, soon the smoke was to much and I started to faint, I felt my mind go blank, I gave into the darkness I now saw before me, the warmth of someone’s arms around me, picking me up gently, and walking away, and then everything faded; all I knew was that I had just been taken away but someone, and that someone I did not know.When I woke up, I met the guy who saved my life, I don’t remember much about him, but the one thing I remember was his golden eyes that mirrored my own eyes. I gave me a rueful smile, and said goodbye to me, but before he left he handed me a few golden feathers. “Take care of them kid, she’d want you to have them” he said quietly before walking off. They were my mother’s. |
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Post by AlvaChum on Aug 7, 2014 20:44:05 GMT
Marking for when I can work on this later.
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Post by curious on Aug 7, 2014 22:01:48 GMT
A mascot's story in anthro. (Word Count: 500)
I opened my eye a crack, then shut it again abruptly. Sunlight was streaming in my bedroom window onto my face, and the light was blinding. Then the thought hit me. It was the day before my birthday. I threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, dashing from my bedroom to the front hall, then headed out the front door, grinning widely as I ran. Skipping down one of the cobblestone streets of town, I greeted everyone in sight. How could I resist? It was my birthday and the day I would receive my feathers! Finally, a tiny cottage came into view. I hopped merrily over to the wooden front door and rapped rhythmically. The door opened slowly, and there stood my grandma. “Hey, Grandma,” I had said, beaming at her. She smiled and opened the door wider. I strutted in, tail swinging. “Remember what day it is?” She tapped her chin, then shrugged. I rolled my eyes. “It’s my birthday!” I threw up my hands dramatically, looking expectantly at her. She took the hint and gasped. “How could I forget?” she chuckled sarcastically, pulling me into a warm hug. “This year you’re earning your feathers, aren’t you?” My grandma asked, hobbling into the kitchen and pouring me some tea, me following her. “Yup. I’ll finally be different and special!” My grandma looked up, frowning slightly. “Different? But Dearie, you’re already special! And how would getting your feathers accomplish that anyway?” I sighed. “Everyone else in my class already has their feathers, and I’m not special, I’m just... People think I’m boring.” I hung my head. My grandma looked worriedly at me. “People meaning who? I for one think you are a very interesting.” I looked down into my cup of tea. “People meaning…well…me.” She sighed and walked behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her through searching green eyes. “Listen, Sweetheart, you are anything but average. You’re special to me in a way I can’t explain, I can’t love anyone the way I love you. And I love you for who you are. Don’t let a few feathers change that.” I nodded, not fully taking the words in. A few feathers? It’s more than that! It’s… I looked away, ears burning. She’s right, who am I kidding? Pieces of jewelry shouldn’t make a difference in who I am. I guess it’s like I’ve had my feathers all along. I’ve been special. I am special. My grandma sat down beside me and took a sip from her own cup. “Oh, look at that, I forgot to take the teabags out of the cups.” I guess I was so excited that I didn’t notice. I pulled the string out and suddenly realized that they weren’t teabags, but feathers! I held them up for my grandma to see, smiling. She put a hand to her mouth. “How in the world…?” I stared at the dripping feathers, my heart pounding in my chest. I am special. |
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Post by Tano-kun on Aug 8, 2014 0:32:14 GMT
Competition A || Chastity || Word Count: 497
Sunlight streamed into the small study, the room housing only a solitary oak desk and rickety chair, aside from the piles of books littered across the floor and lined along the bookshelves that covered the walls. It was a warm summer day, but there was a cool breeze that blew through the open window, and rustled the open books within the room. Aside from the movement of the pages, there was the gentle flicking of a tail, and the small click of a hand moving across a mostly blank page. A pink female, with long curly blonde hair, sat at the desk writing, her tail flicking absentmindedly as she focused on the words she was placing on the paper.
'I suppose I came to know that it was time for me to pick my feathers once I truly understood what the feathers symbolized,' Chastity wrote, her cursive writing somewhat childish, though maintaining a simple elegance. Continuing, she added, 'All of the time I had spent at home, catered to and unable to make decisions for myself, I was being kept from the true purpose that feathers have. I had thought for so long that feathers were simply something a child was given once their parents or guardians believed they were mature enough to be considered an adult.' She shook her head, a small smile forming as she found herself amused at her old views, 'I was wrong, though. Becoming an adult, receiving your feathers, it has nothing to do with anyone but yourself.'
Placing the pen down, she pressed herself back into her chair, stretching her arms above herself, and then in front. Slightly more relaxed, she scooted closer to the desk again and picked up the pen, 'I got my feathers after I left home, when I had decided to leave behind everything I knew. I was by myself, not a friend in the world, siting in a small meadow when I came to understand. Alone, surrounded by the nature I loved so much, I reflected; on my life and the events that had changed me. It was then that I realized that getting up and leaving home, leaving my parents, my friends, and my fortune, I became an adult. The decision to leave was the first decision I ever made for myself, the first decision I made without worrying about what others would think. And, when I came to realize this, I knew I was ready to receive my feathers. It wasn't a family member or a friend who gave them to me, though. No, it was a small bird. In a nest high in a tree near the edges of the meadow, a mother bird sang. I listened quietly, hardly moving as I laid in thought. As she finished her song, though, I sat up. This movement scared her, it seemed, and she sprung from her nest and flew off into the forest. As she flew off, however, she left me three brown feathers.'
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Post by destiny on Aug 8, 2014 1:47:56 GMT
The Mascots Feather Story
I was almost passing out.
Its a dramatic start. But there I was climbing this mountain, and for what?
A feather.
I hadn't received a feather from my parents. I'm not even sure why, some "morality issue" they claim, but what does that mean? Well it meant me living the life of a featherless dork for quiet some time.
I've been pretty regular and boring my entire life. Cursed with coal black fur and white spots, so you could imagine my disdain when I realized I wasn't going to get at least one feather to spice up my life.
So here I was dying on the side of a mountain from lack of oxygen. Mostly to get a feather, but also...mostly to prove to my parents that I could be successful and awesome.
Why a mountain? Ill tell you why, it is said, that on this mountain, there lives the most magnificent peacock.
Don't worry, when I first heard this, I laughed to. In fact I can be pretty dang sarcastic, and this provided lots of opportunity. Lots of jokes and angry old towns people feeling shame for me that I didn't believe in this... peacock.
But I guess it says a lot that I am climbing towards my death for one feather... from this...peacock.
Because of my parents none the less, who say I can never accomplish anything and because of this... I have to tear down the old peoples beliefs. I told them, untruthfully of course, that I did in fact believe in this majestically veiled peacock, I saw it plenty of times, and I wasn't tearing down anyone dreams. But of course they caught on, and said they believed in it to, and I should bring back a feather to prove to them I could carry through with something.
Im now on the side of a mountain.
All I can say is I hope I find this dang feather.
As I reached a ledge I came face to face with a cave. Then I swore I heard the call of a peacock, and I just about lost my dehydrated mind. I rushed into that cave, before me a large magnificent creature. Embarrassingly I admit to its magnificence, I also admit to the fact that as a wolf like creature, entering the cave like I was in full pursuit probably wasn't the best idea.
The large, Peacock, with all its colors and feathers like many eyes starring into my soul, began flapping its wings, with a burst of light from behind it I was flung backwards, and knocked out. When I awoke, the beastly bird was gone, but a purple, green and blue feather remained...
When I came home, I was met with a bigger surprise in the mirror. Through the power of the peacock I had been forever changed. Marked by rainbow of colors on my body and spots. My eyes forever changed by what I had seen... and my feathers I had always wanted.
(500/500 words , I just wanted to say that I tried to make it interesting how our first mascot has changed in the last year and commemorate that change with the obtaining of her feathers)
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Post by soulbridge on Aug 8, 2014 2:29:58 GMT
The Feathers of a God
Competition A - Eztli
So you want to know how I got my feathers? Great, because it's my favorite story, so shut up and listen.
You see, I'm a witch doctor, and my father was a witch doctor, and my grandfather was a witch doctor. The tradition is to start teaching the child the art of medicine as soon as he can understand language. It was nearing the time of my life when I was about to become an adult and finish my training as a witch doctor.
Witch doctors always have an impressive amount of feathers, let me tell you. I never got to see my grandfather's feathers in person, but I heard that he had an impressive row of feathers down his back, to the tip of his tail. My father was more conservative, compared to my grandfather, but he had quite a few feathers upon his shoulders and head.
When it was time for me to obtain my feathers, my father offered me his. I flatly refused. Did he see me as weak? I could get my own feathers just fine. Father always underestimated my abilities, stunting my growth, and I felt it once again as he asked me if I would like his feathers. I was a frail child, I admit, I got sick often, but I have grown stronger, could he not see?
There was a rumor throughout the village that if a particular ritual was performed at the sun god's temple, he would offer feathers unlike any other to the performer of this ritual. Whether it was true or not, I didn't care, I needed my feathers to prove to myself, to my father, to everyone that I was fit to enter the adult world.
I found out that the ritual was a small bloodletting ceremony in front of the shrine at the top of the temple. Nothing big, just a tiny incision to the hand. I was paralyzed with fear, even a little blood loss made me woozy, I was that weak. But I didn't want to scamper back to my father, asking for his feathers. That would be shameful, so I took a scalpel and snuck out at twilight to the temple.
I marched up to the shrine, and with a deep breath, I cut the palm of my hand and squeezed out three drops of blood on the shrine.
With that, I passed out.
I woke up the next day, and was upset to see nothing in front of me. No feathers, nothing. The rumor must have been a lie. With my head hanging, I trudged my way back to the entrance of the temple, expecting nothing.
Instead what I faced was a majestic bird I had never seen before in front of me, in all of its glory. As I approached, it spread its wings and took off, leaving behind a flurry of golden feathers.
I picked up a single feather to make sure it was real.
The sun god's feathers.
Mine.
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Feathers of Innocence
Competition A - Talbot
The way I got my feathers were pretty simple, really. A simple day at the park was all it was.
I left my family before I got my feathers, so I didn't have anyone "pressuring" me, I guess, to get my own feathers. No one asked me whether I got my feathers yet, and I didn't mind. I didn't actively search for them, anyway. I had other things to think about: food, water, shelter, the works.
The park was always a place for me to take a break, even for a moment, from the harshness of reality. I guess that makes me sound weak, but I know that all too well by now. Every time I see my scars I'm reminded of how fragile I really am.
Anyway.
I went to the park, and I decided to sit down at a bench. In front of me was the park playground, where the little kids were playing. They seemed so happy, I chuckled as I watched them play and goof off. I didn't really have that luxury when I was younger, to be able to play with friends. Heck, did I even have friends back then? I didn't really have time to, I was so busy trying to fend for myself.
I think I usually exude this aura of "don't touch me," because not many people talk to me. I think it's my scars and my soiled clothes. I probably look like the classic "if you do bad things, you'll end up like him" guy that parents always point out.
Which made me flinch when a kid from the playground decided to ask me to play with them. He was with a little group of his friends, and they were tugging at my sleeve to come play with them. After a few seconds, I hesitantly agreed, and they literally dragged me toward the playground, scaring off the birds in the process.
They had me hoist them up to the slide, squeeze my way through the little obstacle course, and push them on the swings. I lost myself in the moment, reveling in a childhood I never really had.
Then, they all dragged me over to where a bunch of pigeons were. They whispered excitedly to each other, about how they were all going to get their feathers one day. Then they looked up at me, realizing that I was an adult, and asked why I didn't have any feathers yet.
I stuttered, "Oh well, I guess I didn't think about that for a while," and they all giggled. With that, they all pounced at a lone dove a few feet away from the crowd of pigeons, and as it flew away, grabbed a couple of feathers from it.
They came back, and handed them to me.
"These are for you!" they squealed, and bounced back to their parents, urging them to go home now.
That was the one of the very few acts of kindness directed towards me.
I kept them.
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Post by sable on Aug 8, 2014 9:37:58 GMT
I'm assuming since Competition A and Competition B are separate competitions running at the same time, you can have two entries in both competitions? Please pm me if this is wrong and I'll remove one of my entries. (In this post is 2 contest A entries and 1 contest B entry.)
[ first entry for Competition A - How Northern Received her Feathers ] [ mentioned other kiamara Fern is owned by myself ] [ 500 // 500 words used ]
For her birthday, Northern was to receive her feathers. She knew she should be happy, everyone else was when they got their own feathers. North just couldn't be happy, knowing where they had come from. She had never wanted anything but to earn her feathers, and to her it felt like cheating to just have them given. "I can't just get them. Other kiamaras get them from doing brave, honorable things and here I am just getting them," She grumbled and slunk away.
The next morning, the family gathered to find the birthday girl missing.
She had decided to go find a way to earn her feathers in the forest, and was resting by a stream. So far nothing had happened. A cry for help snatched her attention back to reality. "My journal!" An orange kiamara ran up the opposite bank, panting heavily from running. "Journal?" North gave the girl a look as if she was crazy. "I h-h-have to g-get it back," The girl stopped near to North. "Wait here, I'll get it," North said with a heavy sigh and trotted off down stream to search for the journal the girl had mentioned. She found a tattered book stuck against small stones jutting out of the water. It must be the journal, she thought and fished it out of the water. The girl appeared not long after she got it out of the stream and gave a shrill noise. "Thank y-you!" She squeaked and crossed the shallow stream to take the book from North.
After talking to the girl, North found her name was Fern. She had tripped and dropped the journal into the stream. It was not just any old journal though, apparently it held a lot of sentimental value to Fern, who kept thanking her for retrieving it from the water.
"I wish that book had been precious gems," North mumbled. She had saved a book. Great. "Don't you see? This book means so much to me. I don't know what I'd do if it was lost, but it wasn't. Thanks to you, North. Without you I'd have never found it." Fern explained. "But it won't be enough to earn me my feathers," North said, sounding slightly mad. "You don't have to prove yourself for feathers, I know not just any kiamara would go fishing in a stream for a dumb old book, for a stranger. You did good today, I hope you see that," Fern replied. With a quick farewell, Fern went on her way and left North standing alone by the stream. "Maybe I did do good..." North pondered. Maybe she already was good enough for her feathers. She made up her mind and hurried home to get what she knew would be her special feathers.
Later on, the day saw North with her own set of feathers, pale icy blue like her eyes. I am good enough, and I deserve these feathers. I do deserve my special feathers, She thought and grinned with joy.
[ second entry for Competition A - How Lupe Received her Feathers ]
[ note; father is not a real kiamara, simply a background character in her history. ] [ 465 // 500 words used ]
It was the day of the final test. She would receive her feathers at last. She'd be a full member of the pack. Perhaps, after all this time, her father would finally respect her. She sat on the crest of a hill, the dusting of snow that lay on it made her paws tingle. She liked it in a way, it reminded her how strong the cold was. And how she too, could be as strong, as silent, and as deadly as the winter. Her breath painted small streaks of white in the frigid air. Lupe sat watching the sun rise over the mountains, feeling time slip away until the final test would be upon her.
At the edge of the clearing, hiding in between the frost bitten brambles, she waited. Silent and still. always watching with her deep amber gaze never wavering. She took a moment to say a silent good bye, to her mother and brothers, in case the test should prove too much. But she had too much to gain to not come back from this hunt. The deer grazed on dying grass hidden beneath the blanket of snow drifts, unaware of the huntress stalking it from only across the clearing.
Eventually all thinking seemed to stop, and instinct took over. The instincts passed down of many generations of their small pack guided her paws into the perfect place.
She sprang.
She danced with the great beast, snarling. Its crown of pointed antlers made her wary, but eventually be beast fell. She had done it. She had been told to forget about it, that she'd never be able to. But she had done it, all alone. She adrenaline pulsed through her veins as her thoughts began to take over from the instincts again.
"Lupe," Her father's powerful and commanding voice rang out from behind her. "You have passed my test, and succeeded. I shall grant you your feathers." A pile of feathers in hues of blue and greens, each with a white stripe delicately marked on the end. She didn't know what bird the feathers came from, but they were beautiful.
It was everything she had imagined. In the end she selected five of the feathers, in various shades of the lake they lived by. Deep blues and greens. She picked them for her family. One representing herself, and the other four representing her siblings. No matter where she roamed she'd always have a reminded of them near by.
Although nothing changed in the world, and all that way different on her was feathers tied with thread, a new side of Lupe emerged that day. A side that told her despite the words of others, she was born with the forest in her blood, and would always belong there with her family.
[ first entry for Competition B - How Bay Wishes to Receive his Feathers ][ 338 // 500 words used ]]
My name's Bay! You want to know how I want to get my feathers? I'll share with you, but you'll have to give me some yummy berries first! Got them? Okay I'll tell you. I dream about my feathers quite often. What colour they might be. What shape they might be. What they might feel like. Mostly about how I might get them. I've decided stories about finding them from birds or getting them after journeys of self discovery is cool and all, but I want to get mine from under the sea! You heard right, from under the sea. Under the big beautiful turquoise blue waves. I'll get a submarine, or diving gear, and I'll dive right to the bottom of the ocean. Maybe a turtle or a dolphin will help me. I want it to be an exciting underwater adventure, that I'll remember for ever! When I get to the bottom there will be a treasure chest, made of old wood and golden trim. Of course, it will have a huge lock on it, so I'll have to search for the key. This mean octopus has the key, so I'll have to out smart him to get it, octopuses are too hard to fight, as they have eight legs to fight you with! And I'll get the key from this wily old octopus. He'll be pretty mad, but hopefully he'll leave me and my turtle or dolphin friend alone. Anyway, I'll find the treasure chest. It's sitting in the middle of a coral garden, like a flower garden, but under water you see. And long swaying sea grass will make it a bit hard to see at first. But I'll take my key and open the treasure chest, and inside will be my feathers. I can never really decide how I want these feathers to look, but they will be perfectly amazing. They will undeniably represent me, of course they will. And that's how I want to get my feathers, on a great under sea adventure!
Entry round up:2 pieces / entries for Competition A (" How Northern Received her Feathers" & " How Lupe Received her Feathers.") 1 piece / entry for Competition B (" How Bay Wishes to Receive his Feathers.")
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Post by lunapuppy on Aug 8, 2014 12:12:59 GMT
How I Get my Feathers
~From the point of view of Armani~
My paws flutter acoss page after page of the sketch pad, my younger brother hovering over my shoulder the entire time. A small smile creeps its way from one side of my muzzle to the other as questions flood from his jaw as easily as water from a broken jar. They slow at an uneasy pace, drawing my attention from the book to my blue-eyed brother.
"Sven, is everything okay?" My head tilts as he fiddles his paws in that innocent way that only he could.
"Well, you're the older one..." his voice trails softly, "have you ever wondered how you'll get your feathers?" I smile when the light returns to his eyes as he laughs, "It'll be awesome, though, I know it!"
I shake my head, laughing softly, "In all honesty, I've never thought about it, Sven," my mind already, though, is racing in thought, and I drift to dreams...
Holding my needle, slowing drawing the final thread of my mother's gown, tears forming at the edges of my eyes as I tied and snipped the knot's edge, forever tucking it into the vintage lace work and hiding from sight. There was a sense of pride surging through my body, a powerful longing to show this creation to her, to finally be seen as my own man in her eyes.
A heavy sigh filled the room, and I looked away, a sudden grief filling that spot in my heart that had just held joy and pride. I wasn't a man yet... I was still a featherless child, a momma's boy through and through. In all honesty, I didn't know if I'd ever be able to grow up in the eyes of the world... I was always gonna be a momma's boy...
The thought struck like lightning, hard and fast, and the frantic search and scattering about through my artistic supplies began. They were in here somewhere, the dove feathers I got in my first trip to Spain, my first fashion show... there! Without missing a beat, I grab the biggest three, the most elegant, and lay them on my work bench. My feathers... though to make them mine...
My movements deliberate, my heart and mind focused, my thread choices were simple enough: Pink, representing my mother's connection with me. Red, my father's color, for the passion and power he carries in his heart. Sven's Blue, matching his eyes, and of course his soul. With delicate precision, my paw weaves a lattice pattern into each feather with a different color. Laying them in a fan, pink closest to my heart,than blue, than red, I strung a bead through each side, sealing them together with a heart shaped stitch before laying them around my neck.
More tears, more feelings of pride... finally...
A man...
"Armani...?"
A paw on my shoulder stirs my thoughts, and as I return to reality, my pink eyes meet the blue of my brother's. A small smile follows as I laugh gently.
"It's gonna be awesome."
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Post by fennecfox on Aug 8, 2014 17:15:51 GMT
 Something Missing
(Competition B; Tas)
The air rushing around me was familiar, yet foreign. I remember thinking ‘Am I crazy for wanting to do this? Am I wrong for even considering it?’ Then I jumped. The air that was once intimidating had become comforting as it guided me on the fall. Years ago, I would have been too terrified to jump. A lot has changed since then. My father, nonexistent in my life, continued to haunt me with his shadow of influence. The rumor was that he had left because of my condition: a condition I used to loathe. Both my condition and my lack of a father had become a joke in the community around me, full of those who prey on the emotions of others.
I felt the ice cold water envelope my short frame, whirling around me the way that my head was whirling with memories. I had PPS. I had realized this when I stopped growing at age sixteen and everyone around me became adults. I could only thank those around me for one thing: pushing me off of this very cliff and fueling my current obsession of thrills and life-changing experiences. I needed the escape, and they offered it to me. The racing of my heart, the feeling of nature and gravity both working with and against me at various intervals… It began to define me. After all, what else could I be defined by?
I stayed under the water for a few moments before rising to the surface, running my hands through my hair and lightly touching the heart-shaped birthmark on my cheek. The air that hit me now only chilled me further but I remained where I was, the life of the river rushing and roaring around me. The water was still as deep as I remembered it, but the wounds of my past had become shallow, but not yet invisible.
I looked up at the sky, seeing the way that the blue shifted and waned with the movement of clouds. Ever since I found out about my affliction, I wanted something to feel alive and set me apart from the crowd. I was a mama’s boy with the birthmark to prove it, I had no father figure, and my friends became my enemies at an early stage of my life.
I have new friends…even a girlfriend. I have learned to accept this syndrome of mine… and yet, I feel like something is missing. I grabbed my tail, wringing water out of the end as I began stepping out. I blinked a few times, staring at the space at the end of the tail that I held. No feathers. No symbol that I had grown in any way. It was staring me right in the face that that was what I had always been missing. Something to define the growth that I felt. ‘They would be blue…like the sky above me and the water below me’ I thought, smiling sadly. They would have been blue.
{497 words}
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Post by tabby on Aug 8, 2014 18:21:00 GMT
Competition B Entry Blink Akiraka Giovanni
Well... my 'mother' told me to write about this, about getting my feathers though I don't really see the point. This is what I get for arguing with my sister I guess. >:C Still here goes... Every kiamara is given feathers when they reach adulthood. All of us - except the unfortunate who have pps syndrome - receive and seem to cherish these small tokens of nature. I don't want feathers though. I have to have them... every kia has to have them. It's tradition, but to me, feathers are just more accessories for me to wear. Yea, they are pretty but they don't go with my style and they don't really have any value to me - emotionally or physically. It feels like peer-pressure... but it isn't right? I mean we are all given them, there isn't a rule saying we have to wear them... or keep them for that matter. But then, I've never, ever seen an adult not wear their feathers - so maybe it is this kind-of unspoken rule. However if I had to choose... and the feathers went with my style then... I'd probably choose out something epic, you know like... raven feathers or long striped ones or something! But then that's never going to happen... even if I do end up with feathers that is. Those types of feathers are so rare... only 'mum's father has some out of our entire family. Now I think about it... looking towards getting my feathers from my parents is no help either. My 'mother' got his feathers from my grandparents when he reached adulthood, and my father... well, I don't know actually - he's never told me how he ended up with his. Other kias my age, like my sister, wish for the perfect feathers, custom feathers. Then some others wish to inherit their parents', siblings' or even grandparents' feathers... I just... wish I could wish for none.
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Post by dominateone on Aug 8, 2014 23:49:19 GMT
Competition A Lunar was worried, why? Everyone else was happily showing off their brand new feathers they received by family members or by walking through the forest and found one they liked. Again, why was he worried? Unlike them Lunar doesn't have a single feather yet. Having no family of his own or wanting to just randomly pick one up. He opts to go without any, simply because he wanted to have feathers that meant something for him. It wasn't until a trip to a space camp, there inside Lunar wondered away from his group and found ajar door , peeking inside he found an retired astronaut giving a speak to an empty room. The former astronaut made eye contact with Lunar and beckons him to come in. Lunar did want the other said, as he approached him, he leap off the stage, to have a sit. It didn't take every long for Lunar to spill every dream, desire he had for space, just then his group walked pass the open door with loud chatter, through all the chit chat the word feather was mention repeatedly. A dark shadow appeared over his face. The older kiamara saw this, wheels began to turn, and he then spoke a promise to Lunar as he began plucking his feathers from him. He asked Lunar to take his five feathers to space once more. Till this day Lunar is still carrying the feathers and the promise to bring them to space. (245 words) Competition B Ryner POV I haven't thought much on my future feathers or it I like them at all, I just know that everyone talks about getting them. The day when my big sister got hers, I become jealous for the first time on feathers. I went to my daddy's on when I'll get mine! I know I came off bratty but they didn't seem to mind so I kept asking. Finally my older cousins told me babies don't receive their feathers! I'm not a baby! So what I did one night, I went into my parents room and untied a feather off my sleeping daddy's wrist and tied it onto my tail! It was a really big feather! I was so happy to have one! Later when everyone got up my daddy didn't say one word about me having his only feather so I'm thinking he is letting me keep it in which I did. -inserts smiley face- I began to show off my new feather, wiggling my tail in my cousin and my sister faces..but they ignored me? No matter what I did I never got their attention. I went to my daddy after that; I told him his feather didn't work so I gave it back to him. I was pouting. I wanted pretty looking feathers too. My daddy scoop me up in his arms and sat me on his lap, he then ran his hand through my messy bed hair. He leans his head down as he pulls my head closer to him, rubbing his face against my hair. He said to me, when I grow up I can have as many feathers as I wanted but he would be sad when I get them. I look up and ask why will you be sad? He gave me a sad little smile, then he spoke, it would mean you have grown up and you won't like be his little baby anymore. I decided to wait for my feathers! The feathers can wait for me when I get older! Even though I really want them! (346) |
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Post by moonlightgirl on Aug 9, 2014 0:47:32 GMT
 .:Cataleya:.
448 Words//Competition A Stories had echoed through the ages, from generation to generation. First by word alone, but later printed on paper. It was the stories of the greatest birds of the skies, it was said that the shamans of old would use their feathers in ancient rituals. These rituals where ment too strengthen the shamans, so that they could harvest the power of the elements. It also granted them protection against the elements, making them able to survive the harshest environments.. or so people believed so long ago..
The storied were still being told when Cataleya was growing up, by then being believed to be nothing but childrens stories. However, the more Cataleya had come to think about these stories as she grew up she figured there must be some truth in it all. So she set up a goal for herself, to travel the world and make sense of it all.
It was on one misty morning in a marketplace long forgotten. Cataleya was drawn to the very last booth in the marketplace. She entered the tent and was hit by an old odor. It nearly made her turn around and walk out of there but then she saw something that caught her attention. The item that directly caught her eye, were a set of feathers hanging from the ceiling. - black with orange spots. "Could it be.." She tought to herself.
Could she finally have made the find that would confirm what she had believed her entire life? She turned around and saw a little old lady, that was surrounded by mysticism. Cataleya was startled by her, but her curiosty got the better of her and she approached the lady. Cataleya asked her what she wanted for those feathers, eventhough she nearly had no money left. "Those can't be sold" she said with a faint voice. Cataleya stated to tell her all about the stories and legends she had grown up listening to but the old lade just shook her head. "I'm sorry but I can't sell them, but I can trade them" She said with a crooked smile. She glanced over at Cataleyas tail and saw the beaded jewelry haning from it. She pointed and said that she would give the feathers for the jewelry. Cataleya hesitated for a moment, but realized that she probably had nothing else to offer the old lady.
She got the feathers could instantly feel something change inside her. She could feel a burning urge to travel further into the forgotten land that she ended up in, like something was pulling her towards it. The last words the lady uttered before she turned her back on Cataleya was "the hunt will consume you".. |
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Post by nörth on Aug 9, 2014 2:30:23 GMT
Would it be okay of we did it in the perspective of the person giving the Kia the feathers?
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Post by Bronwyn on Aug 9, 2014 3:55:29 GMT
Entering for Contest A, with Seraphina. <3
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Seraphina didn’t get her feathers before her brother like she’d planned. It was kind of embarrassing, really. They were twins, after all, and she’d led the way in everything so far. First to walk, first to talk, first one to get a phone… It seemed set in stone that she would get her feathers before him.
Kiamaras normally get their feathers when they’re two years old, but the Kuro family had to do things differently. Since Ser and Teni would fight over who was going to get their feathers first, they decided that they had to prove themselves. It had an interesting effect on their rivalry.
Teni had run away from home for a while. Things had been quiet in the house, with just her fathers and the basement-dwelling younger brother. They all kept to themselves. She had begun to wander in the woods just outside of town, since the quiet of the house was unnerving. She missed the usual spats they would have in the hallway, the yelling up and down the stairs…
The forest offered quiet for her. She’d climb them sometimes, looking for bird nests and shiny things. She’d sometimes do it just because it was dangerous, but it wasn’t much fun without someone daring her to go higher.
Mezcal would worry constantly about Tenerio. He’d keep asking if Teni had texted her, or if she’d seen him. Mezcal knew his daughter well, since if Teni had shown himself to her and not wanted to have that known, she wouldn’t tell. He was her twin, and they trusted each other immensely [though they would never admit it]. Seraphina wished he’d show up just once to let her know that he was still around.
He actually did show up, after nearly a year. The bugger had been roughing it in the city, learning to fight and dodge punches [good thing, too; Ser took a swing at him when he finally appeared]. He was a lot more… quiet. It unnerved her. What got to her the most was the fact that her fathers were impressed that not only had he kept himself alive, but he had become a renowned fighter, too. They gave him his feathers. Seeing Tenerio with his feathers set her off, and it was her turn to disappear.
She disappeared into the woods for a week. It wasn’t very long, but she did it to defy her fathers. She kept fuming over those stupid feathers. What made her decide to go back home was a cat. She had come across a tabby in the woods, and she’d watched it kill a bird. It ran off with its kill, leaving a trail of brown and cream feathers. It had shocked her. That cat could have as many feathers as it wanted; why couldn’t she? She had collected four of the biggest feathers and scavenged string. She went home and walked in, bold as ever.
Nobody said a word about her feathers.
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Post by beatnik on Aug 9, 2014 6:40:19 GMT
Plenty of hours stacked upon hours like a tower in a game of Jenga, Bob still clutched the newest release of his favorite comic book, and held back the urge to sleep. 'One more... chapter..' he told himself as he knew that the end of this one was going to be good.
His body jumped awake with adrenaline when someone was shrieking his name, and he had never heard it spoken in any way more annoying. A friendly face smiled up at him when Bob curled up, narrowing his eyes, and growled from being awoken so abruptly. It wasn't until then had Bob come to the realization of what century it still was. He had fallen asleep so late last night while reading his comic that he had slept away half of his birthday. He stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry at the thought.
Although Bob had taken his sweet time, the male had made his way to get his first feather from the elder Kia. It was like he was going to go get his first Pokemon, and he had this big choice to make. "Finally decided to make it, Bob?" the elder said with a rather dreaded tone from seeing the lazy juvenile.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" he smiled, and his lisp caused spittle to splatter across the elder's face that contorted into a grimace.
"Yes, but you'd miss it for a silly story," he rolled his eyes and went over to his chest. The box was full of clusters of feathers he had collected for the Kias that came to age. He had hoped this one would end up meeting an ill fate. Not really of course, but that didn't stop him from toying with the idea. As he looked for a feather, Bob continued to ramble about his story, his butt on the floor and paws waving in the air to articulate his speech. "Yes, yes, but that isn't the point, child." With that, the elder had earned an upset pout and more words from the sprinkler that was his mouth. The elder turned and compared several feathers to the boys fur, trying to find a good match. Bob squirmed at a few of them, and the elder had to lay his paw on top of his head to keep him still and keep his trap shut from squealing too much.
It was hopeless finding one to match his brightly purple fur, until he whined about wanting the stubby and roughed up one that the elder had thrown aside. "You want that one? But that-"
"But that one looks like Superman! I want that one"
He would have argued, but at this point, he just wanted the brat out of his home, so he strung the odd feather in a practiced manner before wrapping the silk thread around the end of his tail. "Now just remember to take off the feather when you bathe, and also don't-" he was already gone.
(500/500: Competition A)
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