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. I try, but I'm broken
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Posted on December 7, 2011 at 10:31:33 PM by Tick Tock

All her life she was used to pain. Ever since she was born she was raised in such a violent way. Males and females in the herd were taught to fight all the time. They were a herd that thrived on war. Their herd was rightly known as a Spartan herd. In the lands that she was raised in they were meant to be fighters. To not be a fighter was to bring shame to your family. Each family was meant to bear a child all for the good of the herd. The foals were taught to fight at such a young age. It wasn’t typical when during a spar a foal would kill a foal. It was best to teach them that Death would happen, all the time, at least that is what their teacher would say. There was no word for “friend.” It was ally, comrad, bait, or enmeny. That was how they labled each other at their yonug age. However, there was one foal who would grow up and be labled a monster. This monster was legendary in the lands it romaed. Her fellow herd mates called her Monster ever since that night when she had changed…when she got her true face. Her ears were pointed forward as she could hear the Oracle approach her. The sound of her voice was soothing. She never heard that sypmatheic tone of voice used on her. The ear that held the Earth and Fire stones twitced and heard the Oracle start moving again this time opening that old gate. Dark cold eyes watched her move towards the moonlight. She watched as the light and then the stone appeared, but she didn’t understand. Why would the Goddess of Light choose her? Wasn’t she a dark twisted creaure? Didn’t she belong to the dark side. Wasn’t she supposed to be a follower of Rencor? She was confused, but not hurt. She listeneded silently as the Oracle explained that the stone wasn’t the only gift she would recevie. Why did she deserve such a precious gift? She haden’t done anything extriondary. Nor did she ever do anything that required a special gift. She inhaled deeply the cold air as it filled her lungs. The coldness from the stone wall brought a sense of coolness in her chared hide. She did not move towards the Oracle. The fear of accpeting the gift was not as great as her fear of displeasing a God and he Oracle. Her words, weak and soft, slipped out of her mouth. “I am…I am not worthy to receive this stone and gift. I am…I am afraid I don’t deserve it. Yet who am I to question the Gods, or you yourself. If…if she wishes me to have the stone than I shall take it with humility. However, the gift…I am truly afraid of…does she not wish me to be what I am? The Moon…I have always been comforted from her light. I am proud with how I look. My face it bears a lesson and a curse. The sacrs and faded wounds along my body show my history. But the pain after what he did…I feel like I deserve it. If we are to follow our Gods don’t we follow their orders? He wanted to hurt me, and he did, and I did my job as his follower and as a Spirit to him. These…these new wounds, although they are deeply painful, I…I…think they serve as a reminder for all. To be weary of him, but also to realize that whatever God they follow…there will be difficult moments. However, you must obey your God no matter what they say…isn’t that why we are here? She noticed that the Oracle wanted her to come over. She sighed and slowly started to get herself off the stonewall. She took a few steps forward weary to get anywhere near the moonlight. She snorted softly and breathed deeply as she walked into the moonlight. Her eyes closed and she could feel her body begin to change. The wounds that were given to her by the Fire God were slowly going away. She could feel her mane and tail, and the feathers around her hooves begin to grow. She lashed her banner like a whip. She inhaled deeply and she could feel the ease to breathe. The scent of somderling flesh was gone. Though she noticed something else….the left side of her face began to…move. She knew what it meant. She had a full face again. She gasped and her heart stopped beating from shock. Years….years…it had been years since her face didn’t cary the mark she had received. Her dark cold eyes opened and she looked over at the Oracle in shock. “This gift…it feels…it feels wonderful, but I…I am afraid I cannot accpet this gift. I do not feel worthy for it, but I do not wish to anger her. However, the feeling of Paudan’s wounds have left, and it feels good to have this strength. However….my wounds and scars…they are a part of me. She looked sadly at the Oracle. She did not know how she was supposed to act for having such a gift given to her nor did she understand why she needed this gift and what the advantage was to it. She tossed her head and felt her threads dance around her neck. Funny how such a simple movement brought joy in feeling those threads move. Dark pools looked to Lady Luna. In her mind she could feel the darken creature begin to stir once more. Her veins were began to fire up. The urge to change into the creature was still there. The hunger in her eyes returned. Her bones and muscles wanted to move her mind and soul wanted to transform. Yet again, she could do no such thing here. She could not be the Monster that she truly was. She gave the oracle a grim smile. Would she understand that through her life her lessons taught her to accept pain. She was known as the Monster and that was a reputation that she was proud of. Her face…the face that she was given was the face that made her known. Those wounds and scars, before her very God abused her, told a story. She was known as a monster not a hero. Was the Oracle trying to push her in a direction towards a different path that she never saw before. She was deeply sadden and confused. Could the Oracle answer her questions? Would the Oracle understand that this gift would be a burden to her. She feared that with his gift she would lose herself. In another land she was comfortable to transform under the moonlight. That was when she felt she was in her true form. However, here at Hoof Prince it isn’t everyday where one can walk into the moonlight and become something they were….or something they weren’t. The M O N S T E R haunts the Isles of Despair| Belongs to no one | Follows Paduan: Fire Level IV Spirit of Paduan |Follows Brighton: Earth Level IV Image & HTML © Riddle

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