[ With a flick of his hand, Set dashes the dark mask off his face to reveal the expression below it — the brilliant red of his hair, his eyes, the storm within them that sparks and rages and seems to shine with the brilliance of fever and blood. The hand captured by Tezcatlipoca curls sharply, nails reaching as claws towards flesh, seeking to wrest free or at least pin himself more tightly to the other god. Either way, Set can work an advantage in all sorts of combat styles and ranges. His teeth flash, sharp and bared in a smile.
They do look like one another. Long hair and pretty faces, and Tezca being blonde means little other than, well... Set's a little weak to pretty blondes. Weak enough to slip a leg closer and shove in to close the gap between them, nose sniffing at the other god to pick up on the scent of his being, his soul and divinity and latent power or magic. ]
Oh, I am so happy you said that, Tezcatlipoca. I was thinking I would have to switch off to Zenith one day and stir them a little. They have accepted their place so readily, without any internal struggle and why, one of them even has given the full of his mind and fate to another! He has no personal sentiment, no heart or spirit. Others simply want leisurely lives in a city that prizes freedom from all restraint, and feeds them nothing but what they desire until they are lazy and indolent with it. For a force that courts the natural order of destruction and decay, they are just... boring.
[ Set wants to complain, because he has a deep contempt for Zenith as they are. He had wanted to be Zenith ( in his heart of hearts, he is Zenith; it is the place an evil god belongs, where his domains would be strongest and most inspirational and it is too complacent and quiet ) — his excitement, bright in his eyes and throat, is there. Without even a flicker of hesitation, he is impassioned by a like-minded deity. ]
You are from Quetzalcoatl's pantheon. I have read of you, heard a little from them, as well — I am genuinely pleased to meet you! I will be happier still, if your presence inspires Zenith to new heights and convictions. I want a proper war! I want death and rites, fury and love! I want everyone to writhe and struggle and agonize until the end! Anything less, and they ought to just die and rid my war of their presence!
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They do look like one another. Long hair and pretty faces, and Tezca being blonde means little other than, well... Set's a little weak to pretty blondes. Weak enough to slip a leg closer and shove in to close the gap between them, nose sniffing at the other god to pick up on the scent of his being, his soul and divinity and latent power or magic. ]
Oh, I am so happy you said that, Tezcatlipoca. I was thinking I would have to switch off to Zenith one day and stir them a little. They have accepted their place so readily, without any internal struggle and why, one of them even has given the full of his mind and fate to another! He has no personal sentiment, no heart or spirit. Others simply want leisurely lives in a city that prizes freedom from all restraint, and feeds them nothing but what they desire until they are lazy and indolent with it. For a force that courts the natural order of destruction and decay, they are just... boring.
[ Set wants to complain, because he has a deep contempt for Zenith as they are. He had wanted to be Zenith ( in his heart of hearts, he is Zenith; it is the place an evil god belongs, where his domains would be strongest and most inspirational and it is too complacent and quiet ) — his excitement, bright in his eyes and throat, is there. Without even a flicker of hesitation, he is impassioned by a like-minded deity. ]
You are from Quetzalcoatl's pantheon. I have read of you, heard a little from them, as well — I am genuinely pleased to meet you! I will be happier still, if your presence inspires Zenith to new heights and convictions. I want a proper war! I want death and rites, fury and love! I want everyone to writhe and struggle and agonize until the end! Anything less, and they ought to just die and rid my war of their presence!