He was a god. He supposed to his kind that seemed silly (although many lost themselves to their power), they were no more gods than humans were to ants. Their numbers were many though unlike the humans who strove for order out of the madness that was creation, they carried few. Sure, certain areas had at some point belonged to certain groups, but as time went on and human belief in them staggered off such boundaries were lost. Their power as no less-humans believing in one god rather than many did not in some way magically make it true. Ha, one god alone? Humorous and yet so sad that mankind and fallen to believe such folly. Like many of his kind, when attentions were turned away from him he lacked the compassion to do or provide as he had in the past, petty it might be but he enjoyed a bit of preening every now and then. As it was, the sun was setting on the west coast of America. The new moon was on the rise-humans had their reasons and science to explain it but he knew the truth, his battle with Set-more powerful than any other god’s claim to the sun and moon. He had bested Set and yet been wounded in the battle. One night of blindness every moon cycle, it was during this time he hid plainly amongst the humans. Their battle may have been centuries old but being found by Set in such a state would not end well. Air rushed over his form, sharp eyes spying his target he dove, falcon form darting to the earth below and the open balcony window, shifting forms as he landed. He retained the bronze complexion of the people he once ruled and his hair was as dark as the talons from his falcon form. Though they were free mostly to appear as they wished his form was a late twenty something, with storm gray eyes, eyes that even as he walked forward into the suite that served as his hiding nest, became clouded and unseeing. Dark shades were picked up with practiced ease-he wouldn’t remain here, locked away in a room overnight, for starters his very being rejected that idea, in addition doing so might attract unwanted attention. Instead he headed out into the hall, skillfully navigating his way to the elevator and eventually out of the luxury hotel- the Luxor fittingly enough, and out into the busy streets of Las Vegas, Nevada. He’d had centuries to practice and though for another god he’d be at a disadvantage tonight, for mere humans he still be a god among men.