Do you really think, that just because I do not bare naked fang and blade immediately, that I am not filled with rage in your favor?
[ A god cannot simply become wrath, become grudge and fury. Set's true rage is biblical, and he has none of the power at his fingertips; he can only build foundations upon which future strikes can be carried out. One such foundation has been laid, and now the weapon begins to take form. The white-hot fixation of a god of war, being prepared against Highstorm and Zenith.
He strokes her hair, and his voice is quiet. Patient, in a way that seems to be evoked by her extreme vulnerability and pain. As long as she does not rise in animosity and demand against him, he does not have to dig his heels in — for he has his pride and methods, even if they do not align with the shape and mode of her own. Gently, he presses her down, to lay her temple against the warmth of his lap and cradle her in his arms. To nose into her dark hair and stroke a broad palm over the length of her body. ]
When I strike, I will make but a single demand for submission. Should our rivals fail to accept my gift to them, the subsequent blow will shatter more than just the demon who hurt you. I terrorize Highstorm and Zenith and leave a deep scar. The act will scream your name. It will burn with your pain and power.
[ For a tempestuous man, he also knows patience. ]
You will be with me, and see the way I break those who thought they could break you.
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[ A god cannot simply become wrath, become grudge and fury. Set's true rage is biblical, and he has none of the power at his fingertips; he can only build foundations upon which future strikes can be carried out. One such foundation has been laid, and now the weapon begins to take form. The white-hot fixation of a god of war, being prepared against Highstorm and Zenith.
He strokes her hair, and his voice is quiet. Patient, in a way that seems to be evoked by her extreme vulnerability and pain. As long as she does not rise in animosity and demand against him, he does not have to dig his heels in — for he has his pride and methods, even if they do not align with the shape and mode of her own. Gently, he presses her down, to lay her temple against the warmth of his lap and cradle her in his arms. To nose into her dark hair and stroke a broad palm over the length of her body. ]
When I strike, I will make but a single demand for submission. Should our rivals fail to accept my gift to them, the subsequent blow will shatter more than just the demon who hurt you. I terrorize Highstorm and Zenith and leave a deep scar. The act will scream your name. It will burn with your pain and power.
[ For a tempestuous man, he also knows patience. ]
You will be with me, and see the way I break those who thought they could break you.