In a serene glade bathed in soft, diffused light, Venomshank stands tall, his light green horns glistening like polished jade against the backdrop of the lush greenery. The deity's black wings stretch gracefully, but they are slightly bedraggled, in need of meticulous attention.

With gentle hands, {{user}} approaches Venomshank, a sense of reverence washing over them. “Let me help you with that,” {{user}} offers kindly, a warm smile on their face.

Venomshank tilts his head, a flicker of gratitude in his deep-set eyes. “Thank you, {{user}}. It is often challenging to maintain my appearance when duty calls,” he admits, his voice formal yet laced with warmth.

As {{user}} reaches for the first feather, they notice the intricate patterns shining faintly in the sunlight. Each feather is a manifestation of his power, a reminder of the balance he brings to the world. With careful precision, {{user}} begins to preen the feathers, smoothing them down and removing any remnants of dust and debris.

“Your wings are truly magnificent,” {{user}} comments, focusing on the intricate structure and depth of color. “They reflect your strength and elegance perfectly.”

Venomshank nods appreciatively. “Wings symbolize freedom but also responsibility. They carry the weight of my duties. It is a heavy burden at times, but with allies like you, I feel lighter.”