Post by silverfall on Jul 27, 2004 16:11:08 GMT -5
Time: Dawn
Set stood alone on the bank of the river, drawing in a breath and blowing out softly, as he caused the winds to pull around him, swirling and gusting with the warm heat of summer. The stars were yet fading and the sky was a mix of purple and red.
For a season Set had stayed near Ponyville, drawn by the prescence of his kin, yet had remained in the shadows to avoid confrontation with the other gods. He was too weak for peacock boasting, but already his magic was aflame beneath the pyre. The silver mare had given him strength, in exchange for information about her lost daughter. Set had taken it willingly. Of course, the information he gave had been entirely false and she had spend all of spring chasing the horizon.
In truth, Set had located the filly with ease, but was careful to keep this information to himself. It was far too valuable against an adversary such as the mare, at least while an adversary she remained. He delighted in the thought of not only crushing her, but dangling this last bit of hope on her deathbed.
And so it was he commanded the wind that morning, to bend and creak against the trees with shivering commands despite the heat. He was tall and proud, with red mane streaming behind his pure white neck and tickling across his storm-colored flanks. Beyond his eyes, he could see his future on the orange- and gold-colored sky as the sun heralded the new day. The village would be waking soon and he was eager for mischief.
Set stood alone on the bank of the river, drawing in a breath and blowing out softly, as he caused the winds to pull around him, swirling and gusting with the warm heat of summer. The stars were yet fading and the sky was a mix of purple and red.
For a season Set had stayed near Ponyville, drawn by the prescence of his kin, yet had remained in the shadows to avoid confrontation with the other gods. He was too weak for peacock boasting, but already his magic was aflame beneath the pyre. The silver mare had given him strength, in exchange for information about her lost daughter. Set had taken it willingly. Of course, the information he gave had been entirely false and she had spend all of spring chasing the horizon.
In truth, Set had located the filly with ease, but was careful to keep this information to himself. It was far too valuable against an adversary such as the mare, at least while an adversary she remained. He delighted in the thought of not only crushing her, but dangling this last bit of hope on her deathbed.
And so it was he commanded the wind that morning, to bend and creak against the trees with shivering commands despite the heat. He was tall and proud, with red mane streaming behind his pure white neck and tickling across his storm-colored flanks. Beyond his eyes, he could see his future on the orange- and gold-colored sky as the sun heralded the new day. The village would be waking soon and he was eager for mischief.