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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164

Deceased

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

#18

03-21-2014, 02:12 PM (This post was last modified: 03-21-2014, 02:13 PM by Midas.)

The steady pool of boiling anger that swelled within breast was dulled by her shinning eyes; staring at me without accusation. Did she not realize where the true blame was brought to birth? Our hate for the North and their hate for us. I’d done nothing but fanned their flames so that any and all anger would be spent on those that were fragile enough to be lulled. Now more than ever I felt the weight of choices that I’d made in this life, decisions that would yet come from this mouth. How many more would suffer some unknown fate? In part, the fury I nourished was torn toward myself, if I’d been smarter, stronger, more capable as a leader—perhaps Africa wouldn’t be broken. Maybe my daughter wouldn’t stand among those infected, Ktulu would still be at my side and Cera might have led an easier childhood.

Alas, I could no more retie the knot of time then sew on this Oracle a new wing.

What I could do, and what she bid me allowance to do—was restore and attempt to mend her brokenness in the only way known how. A manner that was personal to me and pure. With great tenderness and care I returned the feathers, gently sliding them into place along her opened portion of mane that wasn’t already occupied. Each thread slide in to weave a delicate dance that ended with a smooth mating of gold and hair, they would remain a part of this woman until such a day she desired them no more. “I’m sorry I can’t do more.” How true that statement was.

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