This is where adults can come to seek the Oracle's counsel or to seek their destinies. Be wary, the Oracle is very, very blunt and truthful. Additionally, be careful what you ask for, being human and a slave to moods and emotions, she may not always give you what you want. Be careful what you wish for...
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Posted on November 6, 2010 at 03:07:35 AM by DELPHINIUM; The Oracle

Plants were blooming riotously in her garden, the nimble fingers hardly to keep up with plucking unwanted weeds from the soil, tossing them aside to prevent them from going to seed in the neatly kept rows. It was a joyous rebirth after so long spent in silence, even the raucous jay's having lowered their voices to mere whispers in a show of respect or mourning for the silent land. Now they were just as loud as ever, calling and chittering from the forest as they flitted from branch to branch, alerting her to every little change or intrusion. For this one she didn't need her pets however, she could feel the dark God's touch leaking from the very soil. Quickly she stood, brushing the earth from her hands and clothing, rushing from the company of the young seedlings like a stung animal, gate clacking shut behind her. Gaze fell upon the sightless mare, the milky blue giving away the defect that she had likely been born with. In many ways Delphinium felt sorrow for her, sympathy for her plight, but at the same time she realized not every god was generous. And of all to be chosen by, Rencor was quite possibly the cruelest. Spectre...contradiction of contradictions, blind soldier of the North. You come for your second element do you not? Filthy fingers reached for the colorless crystal at her throat, closing around the gem and feeling it warm beneath her fingers. It was a constant game of roulette, the handing out of elements. The gods were the wheel, spinning madly within her mind, bickering and fighting constantly over the new blood for their temple. She was the counterpoint, the ball fighting the raging current of the dieties will, trying to bring balance to the flood. A small smile quirked the Seer's mouth despite the fact that the expression would be lost of the mare before her, the gem having finally cooled in her hands. Slowly the loam stained fingers uncurled, revealing the guardian stone of the earth itself, the emerald resting heavily in her hands. Brighton has named you as one of his own today. Perhaps he has chosen you in an attempt to balance your Darkness, to bring a bit of nuture to the destruction Rencor offers. I cannot speak to his reasons, he has chosen to keep them hidden from me this time. D E L P H I N I U M Oracle of Hoof Prince

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• redemption can be a bitter medicine - By s p e c t r e November 6, 2010 at 03:47:17 AM
  

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