[ He felt it with Han Sooyoung. He felt it with Kim Dokja. Some part of him sings in response to them, some part of his omnipresent existence might know them; his consciousness is singular, and lives only in the moment presented to him, only to compile as he ages and grows in divine might. He feels it, as well, upon spotting Yoo Joonghyuk in the Courtyard -- a natural inclination to launch himself towards that stoic expression and mess it up. Frustration, prickling across his skin, towards a man he also knows he has never met before. Honestly, being a god is annoying as hell sometimes.
With naught but the tree to bear witness to Set's leap, he descends from the wall of the courtyard in a flash of red, the swing of the gleaming trident he'd located in the bowels of the castle's armory cracking like thunder as he stabs it towards Joonghyuk's person. He wants to throw down with this man, in particular. To set his teeth to his throat, claws to his belly. ]
To first blood, dour-faced warrior!
[ At least he announces his intentions, once he's coming down upon YJH. He radiates intensity, the sensation of war itself -- screaming armies, clashing weapons and howling beasts. ]
edits now that i've forewarned you
With naught but the tree to bear witness to Set's leap, he descends from the wall of the courtyard in a flash of red, the swing of the gleaming trident he'd located in the bowels of the castle's armory cracking like thunder as he stabs it towards Joonghyuk's person. He wants to throw down with this man, in particular. To set his teeth to his throat, claws to his belly. ]
To first blood, dour-faced warrior!
[ At least he announces his intentions, once he's coming down upon YJH. He radiates intensity, the sensation of war itself -- screaming armies, clashing weapons and howling beasts. ]