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Like a meteor from space, a ball of fire fell from the sky. The earth beneath golden, cloven hooves split, the very sandy ground shaking and rattling. A violent shockwave resounded through the land, sending the mortals around him sliding on the ground a few feet away from his body. What power did they have against his might? Against his fire? Against his glory? Against his rage. Golden eyes narrowed, pupils turning to slits like those of dragons, and they danced between the two, winged interlopers. The Sun God was not incredibly fond of any of those who took place in here with the exception of those who adhered to the Fire and Light, but this was his realm. As long as Kri breathed, she was queen. As long as she defended the sands that he had built with his own mind, he would stay by her rulings. Besides, she held a fire in her soul that nearly matched the physical manifestation of his own flames.
Bright, yellow and orange flames danced down his back like the hackles of a wolf, and his ears were pinned flat against his neck, teeth bared in an expression that was more of a wicked smirk. The might of the Sun God stared into Leander's eyes first, and he flashed his tail around his hocks, sending flames skittering off into the sand to die. "You claim to love this land," he boomed, the very tenor of his voice shaking the rocks on the borderlands. "You claim to love its people and yet you send them into the ABYSS AS OUTCASTS!" He yelled, the fires that adorned his body flashing.
"A herdland is a sacred place, a sanctuary guarded by the very gods to keep your tender, mortal flesh safe, and you SPIT upon its purpose." The Sun God took steps toward toward the mortal, golden eyes turning hard, cold like unforgiving metal. "May a curse be set upon you and all who follow, for you disgrace me. Do not return until you find the heart and courage to do what is right. May you face a thousand trials and bleed a thousand times in your outcast. Not until you rise like a warrior and claim what is yours will you be recognized." Then, the Sun God turned to the white pegasus with the black wings, eyes narrowing.
"And you..." he growled, his tenor taking on a violent sweetness, like a gentle touch along the cheek with the point of a knife. "You lost everything, and I still see the same, foolish pride in your heart. As if you deserve anything, you pathetic mortal. When you can earn what is yours, fight for it, bleed for it and not leave your subjects because of your own inabilities will you be worthy of the ground upon which you stride."
The God of the Sun stood next to the charcoal warrior and the chestnut queen, a burning flame of glory, beauty, and anger. He watched those who took after the pair, making note. The Wilds were named for a reason; they were dangerous. They were untamed. Ancient creatures, foul demons, and predators stalked between the trees. There was a very good reason why the mortals chose to live beneath the umbrella of the herdland's protection. There was a reason why outcast bands did not survive long. Helovia was beauty, like a rose with thorns. One way or another, those thorns would snatch lives, sending souls into the underworld where they would scream in torment.
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Only the Beginning [EDIT: Aitheria, Lynx, Yiska, etc.]
