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For a moment the blaze burned with a bright white-hot light, and yet the heat from the flames seemed to bleed away, leaving only a warm rush of air, as oxygen was ushered towards the center of the fire. As the flare faded away, a shape seemed to materialize within the flames. Long golden legs were suddenly formed out of ebbs of golden fire - which raced upwards somehow solidifying the elegant frame and magnificent wings of the God. His graceful and horned head was the last to form, and yet his eyes were still a blinding white. That pupil-less gaze turned to fall upon the new oracle, with an almost terrifying silence. After a moment, the God stepped out of the fire, and a warm golden light burned away the white of his gaze.
"Ah. My new Oracle." he murmured, almost skeptically. As his hooves moved his body out of the flames and onto the sand, he towered above her, regal head held high. "Africa, isn't it?"
He sniffed slightly, brilliant gaze falling over her body. As he came upon her wingless side, his muzzle drooped into a disapproving frown. Wrinkling his nose, his pronged skull lowered slightly, as if to get a better look. Again, wincing with disdain, he immediately pulled his head back, brows raised slightly. In his mind he remembered the mare who had given up her life, and her wings, for that rotting sack of flesh. His teeth clamped together with an audible click, causing the muscles in his jaw to tense.
"An Oracle with one wing. An Oracle of the Dragon's Throat - a herd of primarily Pegasi. Tell me, Oracle, how did this happen?"
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