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The God's lip twisted upwards in disdain as the oracle spoke. His heart did not break with concern or caring, as his brother the Earth's might have. Instead, his twisted with fury and pride as each word Africa spoke secretly pricked his soul more. Of course he knew what had happened to her, and while her words softened the story with a gloss of punishment and desert, that only served to reinforce the reason he had chosen her as Oracle in the first place. The purity of her soul had been tested in a fire even hotter than one he could easily produce, and still she stood before him with subjecting blame to the unicorns. His firey tail lashed angrily around his golden hocks as she concluded, his bright gaze rising towards the sun. He was reminded of a dark winged mare - one who had given her life for that sniveling corpse and his pet. Tares had been one of his. His. And his did not like when his things were tattered, or broken.
"Once you are ready to exact vengeance Oracle, and return to the skies, seek me out. Until then..." Stepping back, the God regarded the dappled mare with a heavy sigh. His bright gaze skeptically washed over her. The forager was petite and beautifully pale in colour with bi-coloured eyes. The sultans - one a primitive monster, and the other with gold heralding each step and...then their was the Oracle. She was so different than Cassiopeia, a mare who in appearance seemed to take after his sister more than himself. Still, she had a certain...allure about her. Looking now at the one wing dappled mare, painted in shades of gray, the Sun God did not see that same...spark.
"...Until then, take these." Reaching with his pink nose behind a wing construed of fire, the God pulled a leather bag. It was clear that the bag was not empty. As the God set it down, a bright red feather spilled out onto the sands.
"Oh and Oracle - Watch the darkness will you? There is a sickness in Helovia, that cannot be fought. Tell your Sultan's to mind their borders."
With this last cryptic offering of wisdom, the God erupted in a ball of flames.
[Congratulations! For Africa's overwhelming activity and dedication to the Throat she has been given:
Item: Bag| A small leather satchel, large enough store flowers and plant matter, orbs or amulets. Tied securely around top of left foreleg just below elbow (for easy access), with thick leather belt- all natural, weathered brown in colour
Item: Feather | One red African Grey tail feather woven into her mane
Item: Feather | One blue Macaw tail feather woven into the top of her tail
Item: Feather | One green Macaw tail feather woven into the top of her tail
Item: Feather | One red Macaw tail feather woven into the top of her tail
Item: Feather | One yellow Macaw tail feather woven into the top of her tail
Silas can help her put them in. If you would like to take up the God's offer of questing to return her wing, make sure it's on your wishlist!]
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