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Post by silverfall on Feb 13, 2004 18:23:37 GMT -5
In the nearby woods, Set stomped his hooves, causing a small tornado to rustle the dead leaves and the snow on the ground.
The God of Storms, or so he had been called. It was a time long gone. Now he was a mere raindrop.
His mantle of power was returning, albiet very slowly, and he hungered for the godship that had once been his. He had bided his time riding dark storms across the world, ever searching for a place where he might finally regain his following. And he had come to this place, Ponyville, drawn back by some dark taint that was yet fresh in the land.
Yes, he had been here before. He had lost prey here once and now he was owed. He could still taste that of which he had been robbed, the sweetness of the lesser being's essence. That and the memory of the silver sorceress still plagued him. Had he not been so weak, he would have crushed her like a blackfly.
And so it was that Set made his way out of the woods and into town. It angered him to think it would require no disuise, for it was likely none were there that would remember his appearance.
Oh, how that would change.
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