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█ To Commune with Set is to stand barefoot in an endless, scorching desert. The sun illuminates all, scalding the shadows themselves out from underneath whomever enters his dominion; the arch of gentle, distant, waves of sand mask the precarious chasms, towering dunes akin to mountains. The sense of vastness, timelessness, is of particular notice, lending itself to the alien, eldritch quality of his mind. There is a dark storm in the distance, and you know intimately that this divine being is far from benign. You cannot bargain with a force of nature. You can only survive it. COMPATIBLE WITH: Exalt, Iconoclast REPELLED BY: Advocate

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[fursuit]

[ He’ll find the smoke does have a distinct smell of copal. It’s the cousin of frankincense across the sea, but rather than the rich, earthy tones, it’s lighter and more like pine and citrus. However, much more importantly for Set’s catlike affection, diving into that smoke does encourage the core to appear without complaint.

…Well, much complaint. Since it’s very much just a case of wrapping his arms around the (smaller!) god, though he’s at least forgoing the sunglasses here. Since he tends to wear those to obscure his unnatural eyes from mortals, there’s no need to do so from Set. But cool-tempered god he is, he’s immediately thrown off by Set’s warm, sudden affection (?).

He can see why Quetzalcoatl had latched onto this god for sure. ]