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Apophis froze as the sound of a distant, yet familiar, roar reached his ears. Dipping his snout into the Nile for one last drink, the old reptile quickly turned away from the river, sending a large spray of water into the air as it did so, and began worming its way up a nearby dune. Lifting his large tendril covered head, the venom covered surface of which glistened in the harsh afternoon sun, Apophis began to search the air for scents. First with his nose, and then with his tongue until he found what he was looking for.

It was an old scent. A very old one, but one that he remembered nonetheless. A scent of death and heat. Of fire and primal rage...

It was the scent of Horus, the strongest of Apophis's old foes and the one who had given him the most trouble in ages past as their hunting grounds and nests were practically right next to each other, only seperated by a few miles of sand, water, and rocks. 

And now it seemed as though he had finally re-emerged at long last. Good. It had been too long since he had put that arrogant creature in its place...

Far too long.

Stretching out both of his wings as a low rumble began to build in his chest, Apophis bowed his head for a few seconds before rearing his face up towards the heaven's above and releasing his own equally loud and equally territorial bellow, which was carried across the seemingly endless expanse of sand and off into the distant horizon. 

After spending the next couple of minutes warming the rest of his long winding body, to ensure maximum muscle efficiency, Apophis burst into motion and took to the air, his massive leathery black wings quickly lifting him higher and higher with each beat. Weaving his way from current to current, updraft to downdraft and back to updraft yet again, the old Sun Eater made his way towards Giza as he had all those years ago, rage burning paradoxically hot within the confines of his icy heart.