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prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« on: November 11, 2018, 06:18:51 PM »

SEPHIROTH
MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS
Sephiroth’s typical call to meeting in the form a feral lion roar seemed to be laced with more confidence than usual.  He practically sauntered towards the meeting room, a parade of his strength and might and control.  Mother had seemingly slinked away for the time being, allowing the one she referred to as her son in either a literal or metaphorical sense to take control and lead and be the great ruler the ethereal deity destiny had claimed he was.  The male would haul himself to the platform, turning around with the look of satisfaction on his face that some would refer to as smug but was simply how he showed that he wasn’t entirely angry at the world.  This meeting would be fun for sure.

”Rosebloods.”  His tone was honeyed, and he dragged it out as if he could taste the sweetness.  ”I wish to welcome more members to our ranks this time around.  Rosemary, Perseus, Bugsy, and Jailbird.  We are honored to have you among our ranks.”  The traditional bowl of mysterious red liquid was in front of the platform once more, and the pale beast would motion with a paw for the newcomers to take a sip. 

”This week for promotions and shout outs..”  Sephiroth’s tone would rumble throughout the chamber, his eyes scanning the crowd for those he would acknowledge.  ”I want Rosemary to be our second Physician as she had prior experience, and Eddie to step up as Guard.  Shout outs to Maekoda and Mirio for stepping up their activity in particular, you two continue with the work and you’ll have bright futures ahead of you.  Shout outs to Bugsy and Perseus as well, who both also receive the title of Squire.”  There was plenty of activity in that regard this week, something that pleased him to see among his group.  They were finally getting back onto their feet, filling out the ranks well enough.

”On the politics side of the clan, The Typhoon are no longer out allies.”  Sephiroth’s menacing eyes would narrow at the mention of the seaside group, the silvery tip of his tail flicking slightly as if the name of the group itself irritated him.  ”I am allowing all of you to go and do whatever you please to antagonize them.  Captures are allowed, encouraged even.  Show them that we will not take disrespect lying down, that if they do not stand with us they are our enemy.”  The last word was growled, his already intimidating and commanding voice lowering further because he got to more positive news.  ”In their place, The Ascendants are now allies with us.  I want ambassador activity directed there, and they are to be treated with respect, as I have heard their group is taking its own direction that I feel will mesh very well with ours.”

”Now,”  The Pharaoh would lift a paw, exposing the pads to call attention to what he had about to say.  ”I ask you all to stay here for a few minutes longer.  I have something else to discuss with you all, something I’m sure will be of high interest to a lot of you.”  Sephiroth’s voice dropped to a pleased hum once more, ears twitching as he gave his groupmates a chance to absorb all the information before he got onto the more fun part of this week’s meeting.

(OOC SUMMARY PART ONE
-welcome to @rosemary roux @PERSEUS. @BUGSY and @JAILBIRD !
-Rosemary is promoted to physician, @eddie,  to guard, shout outs to @maekoda , @MIRIO! , Bugsy, and Perseus.  Bugsy and Perseus also have received the Squire title!
-the Typhoon our no longer allies and aggressive action towards them is encouraged.  The Ascendants are also now our allies
-stay tuned for part two, which will be posted tomorrow!!  i hope you don't mind me splitting up the meeting into two parts this once, but this is the best way for it to work khflhaf)
Sephiroth is a large male lion with a pale, almost white body and a silver mane.  He has blue green eyes with slit pupils.  He is the Pharaoh of the Rosebloods.  He is currently unstable and volatile, hearing a voice called Mother in his head and is believing himself to be a god.  He has enhanced senses, conjuration, and mental manipulation and communication, and is hard to fight in battle.  He is based on the character of the same name from Final Fantasy VII.

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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #1 on: November 11, 2018, 07:15:46 PM »
PHANTOM MENACE
Togata Mirio is an 18 month old golden retriever whom is currently residing in the Rosebloods. As of right now, he has no rank. He is best friends with Tamaki Amajiki, and adores Eri. He is physically hard and easy to befriend.
Pushing through walls, Mirio had nearly tripped when he had arrived at the meeting, a cheeky grin on his face as always. The golden retriever sat down, his tail wagging as he listened to the announcements, tilting his head to the side. "Mind if I stir some trouble with the deputy there? I have a bone to pick with the dude." Mirio called out, scratching behind his ear. He really didn't have shit on Bakugou, but he knew that the feisty little feline had a bite to his bark- or meow, was it?

Other than that, Mirio watched on and waited for further announcements, dipping his head in thanks when he was given a shoutout.

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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #2 on: November 11, 2018, 07:43:29 PM »
SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE
The witch took a seat at the edge of the gathering crowd, trying to keep her distance from the other members. She abhorred physical contact -- even accidental brushes -- and she wanted to keep their chattering voices as far away from her ears as possible. Her ear flicked as she heard her name called out as part of the welcome quartet, three of her four eyes settling on the lion as he pushed the meeting's various points.

Her head dipped when he called her name, again, for the promotion to physician. Rosemary thought to speak her thanks and congratulations, but she worried about interrupting the flow of the meeting; thus, she stayed silent with only the occasional flick of her forked tail. Nothing else terribly surprised her -- not even the bit about the business with the Typhoon. The former head soothsayer knew bad blood brewed between the two groups at the time of her leaving, though she anticipated they'd settle into an accord sooner or later. But, now that she saw the Roseblood leader commanding his forces, she saw how that assumption turned out wrong; he and Pincher were of the same type, domineering with an arrogant streak. Neither would admit wrongdoing or acting stupidly. Or, of one did, the other would pounce on the shown weakness.

"Pardon my opinion, but... perhaps we ought to approach Sunhaven for an alliance? The Typhoon are rather busy with The Pitt at the moment, and we should use that distraction to befriend their ally." Besides, Rosemary liked the beachside Clan; she'd like to continue to visit the ocean, and this presented the best way to do so. Well, the political understanding primarily motivated her, but she certainly wanted to take her pet crocodile to the ocean from time to time.
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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #3 on: November 11, 2018, 07:44:41 PM »
Percy had never been to a meeting before. Really, he'd never been much of anywhere before, but that's beside the point. As always, the young tiger cub is curious — really, really curious. He had followed the sound of voices and arrived just in time to catch his name. Welcome, huh? That's sure nice of him. The boy slips through bodies to the front of the crowd so he can see better, warm brown eyes wide and awed. He hesitates for a moment at the gesture towards the red liquid, mostly not understanding what it means. "Am I supposed to drink that?" he asks hesitantly as he glances around, voice soft so as to not interrupt too much. For now, he doesn't move and simply listens to the rest of what goes on. Promotions (which he doesn't understand), titles (which he also doesn't understand, but hey he got something cool), and politics (which he really doesn't understand). Perhaps that's for the best, even though it makes him curious.

"Sephiroth?" The tiger cub's voice is hesitant. "What'd they do? The Typhoon?" The other lady says something about Sunhaven and he's sorta given up on understanding anything that went on in this place, but "allies" seems to be an important word.
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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #4 on: November 11, 2018, 09:40:44 PM »
UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — 。+゚.
Eddie has not, in fact, been a Rosebloods member for long. A little over a week, maybe. Not evem enough to fully adjust to the schedule, but getting there. Still, Eddie arrives to the meeting on time, skulking over somewhere fo the edge of his clanmates.
It's a lot like the last meeting he was at. Introductions, promotions .. wait. Wait, that's his name. He's .. a guard. He's been here a week. He thinks about this for a long, long minute. WE DESERVE IT. Venom informs ihim pushily, and so Eddie sighs amd accepts it. He's content with it, anyways.
Then some politics .. acceptable. Eddie wasn't going to go out of his way to bother the Typhoon himself if he had his way. And he would. a new ally .. Decent. Eddie isn't as caught up in Rosebloods news as he should be if he's gonna be a high position. Ugh. Responsibilities.
".. Thanks." Eddie calls, a little uncertain in how he responds, but grins awkwardly to show he appreciates it and will do his best or. Something. This being said, he settles back to listem yo the damn chaos around him. Chaos being confused questioms. Ah, the womders of clan life. He can understand why Venom rants so muc about them now, not that Eddie agrees.
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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #5 on: November 12, 2018, 07:18:05 PM »

SEPHIROTH
MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS
Sephiroth would listen in on the questions his groupmates proved him with, eyes shifting about the crowd as words met his ears.  He settled first on Mirio, satisfied with the canine’s quick response.  ”Hm.  Feel free too.”  He had encouraged trouble with the group for a reason, and he was proud to see his group stepping up right away.

He looked back down towards the newly promoted medic, ears flicking as he considered her words.  The lion’s expression did turn more serious as politics came into play.  ”I do not see how helpful that will be towards us.  Sunhaven are enemies with the Ascendants, and that is the reason they came to us in the first place for an alliance.  I would keep an eye on them to see how their alliance with the Typhoon works out however.”  If his memory recalled correctly the Sunhaven was partnered with their other ally the Tanglewood however, so he didn’t consider them full enemies for the time being.  Though if the Ascendants called upon them to strike, Sephiroth would not hesitate.

Perseus was the last to address, and Sephiroth’s face gentled at the sight of the younger animal.  ”If you wish too.  It is not required however.”  The whole tradition was something he almost forgot to even address this meeting, and perhaps the whole thing needed an overhaul.  The second question was one that made his eyes narrow slightly at the memory of his encounter with Pincher on the border.  ”They are fool-hardy dullards and their leader especially so.  One of their members came to actually help us and Pincher came along and threw a tantrum about it and broke our alliance right there.  They’re childish and beneath us.”  He kept his voice from becoming a full growl just barely, a bitter taste on his mouth as he spoke of their former ally.  But he controlled himself.  There was other business to tend too.

He acknowledged Eddie’s presence with a nod before he lifted his head up and got back to the meat of what he wanted to address.  Sephiroth’s tone went serious, his expression matching it.  ”Now, down to business.”  His rumble of a voice echoed especially intensely, authority and power lacing it greatly.

”The Aspects have spoken to me.”  Oh, so this was serious religious business.  Sephiroth hadn’t paid it much mind, which was probably why this had happened to him.  His eyes were like frozen stone, but they glowed somewhat in a haunting fashion.  This frightening gaze settled on the crowd, unblinking and intimidating.  ”They are displeased.  They are angry.  We have not been serving them properly, and they are not pleased they shall reclaim the land for themselves and slaughter us.”  His voice was dead serious, all dark amusement from before completely gone.  ”Ignis in particular is upset with us.  They demanded to appeased, and today we will start acknowledging our lords more.  Now, come foreword.”

The last sentence was not directed towards any Rosebloods before him, but beyond the crowd back to the entrance of the meeting room.  He had outstretched a paw full of unsheathed claws, nails flexing in a beckoning motion towards the back of the group that had gathered around.  His illuminated eyes remained serious, but a small smile that did not show anything positive slowly appeared on his jaws.

Something, somebody, appeared at the opening of the cavern.  It was a lion like Sephiroth, though younger with a significantly thinner mane and a normal pelt color as opposed to Sephiroth’s unholy look.  The large feline’s eyes were glazed over, a pleased and casual smile on it’s face that when matched with the lidded eyes painted a very ominous picture as the lion moved carefully through the crowd to approached the Rosebloods Pharaoh.  From the way Sephiroth beckoned him foreword and the out of it look the stranger had, it showed clearly what was going on.  The leader had taken the lion’s mind and toyed with it, pulling it apart like a ball of string and then putting it back together.  Over and over and over.  Until Sephiroth had crafted a mindless creature that obeyed his every command.  If anything it was a symbol of Sephiroth’s might, of his mental prowess and dominance.

One thing was clear; Sephiroth was otherworldly and terrifying and not a creature to be messed with.

The lion lifted themselves onto the platform and sat slightly in front of the Pharaoh and to the side, and the silverette lion himself stood and moved to stand next to the nameless.  ”This creature should consider themselves highly blessed.  They are here to appease the Aspects, to serve and please a much higher power.”  Sephiroth’s voice devolved back into a purr, lips stretched to a grin.  His eyes turned to look at the lion, who turned at the exact same time to look at Sephiroth in way that was almost adoring.  ”Now blessed one, please the beasts higher than you.”

In the span of a heartbeat Sephiroth would lift his sharpened claws and rake them through the animal’s throat, the lack of a thick mane making the flesh vulnerable and soft.  Blood spurted out darkly, and the lion gasped and gurgled and collapsed to the ground, scarlet leaking from the twitching body and spilling onto the floor and pooling, dripping off the platform.  Sephiroth looked down coldly at the dying body as life left it, sides stilling and eyes clouding over with death more than they did with Sephiroth’s mental control of him in life.  Crimson soaked his claws, and the male didn’t bother to start cleaning himself right away.

The male would look back towards the crowd, ready to gauge reaction as he spoke.  ”We will start holding sacrifices to Ignis weekly after this.  Each week after the meeting you are to meet me at the edge of the Wastes with a sentient creature of your choosing to offer up to please Ignis.”  Sephiroth would plainly stated as if sacrifice was absolutely normal throughout the world.  He had expected the first offering to be fancier then this, but he was short on time and figured this body would be enough.  Perhaps he’d go and dump it by the Wastes later to make sure it was appreciated.

”The other Aspects are not happy either, but Ignis in particular has demanded tribute this week.  They demand bloodshed in their name.  Any fight or torture or death of an enemy this week is done in their honor.  Surely this will please the deity.”  The male rumbled, finally lifting his bloody paw and lapping at the metallic tasting life force.  His savagery was cold and impulsive and completely unpredictable.  That was perhaps the most frightening thing about him.

”If there aren’t any more questions, meeting dismissed.”  And that was that, Sephiroth’s duty for the week was over with.  Quite successful is you asked him.

(SUMMARY PART 2
-You're free to go the Typhoon and capture members
-At the moment, no alliance with the Sunhaven
-SO!  Along with the meeting each week there will be a weekly sacrifice held at the Wastes to please Ignis, the serpentine Aspect of Flame!  NPC's can be sacrificed to please the Aspect, though if somebody wants their character killed in this fashion that is also acceptable
-Every week there will a prompt to perform certain tasks to appease a certain Aspect!  this week is also Ignis to get you started, and violent actions and tortures are highly encouraged!)
Sephiroth is a large male lion with a pale, almost white body and a silver mane.  He has blue green eyes with slit pupils.  He is the Pharaoh of the Rosebloods.  He is currently unstable and volatile, hearing a voice called Mother in his head and is believing himself to be a god.  He has enhanced senses, conjuration, and mental manipulation and communication, and is hard to fight in battle.  He is based on the character of the same name from Final Fantasy VII.

Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #6 on: November 12, 2018, 08:39:00 PM »
SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE
She nodded as Sephiroth explained his position on Sunhaven, her forked tail flicking lazily behind her. The witch heard of the scuffle between the two otherwise peaceful groups, but remained unaware this scuffle provided part of the basis for the Rosebloods' alliance with the stargazers. She might've continued to poke at the issue, but without further details and her relative inexperience with the Rosebloods, she simply let her opinion rest. When she heard him speak ill of Pincher, her dark orange eyes narrowed slightly in irritation -- but she supposed she'd have to get used to them speaking ill of her family.

The mood shifted abruptly as he began to talk about religion, and her jaw clenched in irritation. Rosemary, for all her magic and healing, believed voiceboxes for gods bought too deep into their own ego. She knew little about the aspects that formed the basis for the Rosebloods' religion, but she already decided she disliked them. Still, she watched with all four eyes as the brainwashed lion stepped forward. As a practitioner of mental magics herself, she guessed how the pharaoh managed to make the creature a servile caricature of a lion. She thought she'd been disturbed when she saw Caesar torture a hapless girl in the Typhoon, but now she felt quite at a loss for words. Quite at a loss for thoughts, even; how to think about this type of sacrifice, especially from a juvenile with his mind obliterated to force him along with it?
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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #7 on: November 13, 2018, 10:31:45 AM »
"You sick fucking bastard." He'd been watching, reasonably bored with what was nothing interesting, until the fuck led out a lion whose entire body screamed, "my head's been fucked with irreparably." Of all the reasons Jailbird had heard people justify their shitty murders, to appease a stupid god was one of the worst, and most of the time, it turned out those voices in their heads? Those were bullshit. Spirits were a thing, sure, but they had no power here, and to pretend that sacrificing lives in their name would do anything but put on a good show for a murderous sadist was shit. This whole situation was shit. And Percy- did this bastard not give a single fuck about children? But hell, he got his foot in the door already- why not cross off everything else immoral along the way? "Goddamn delusional."

The smilodon strode forward, picking Percy up by his scruff, carrying him away from Sephiroth's mindless bloodshed and setting him down on the far periphery, crowding the kid's vision so he couldn't see past him. "Don't look, okay? Do you remember where your tree is? Find it and stay there. I'll come back for you." Jailbird gave Percy one last look before turning around, fangs bared, stalking over toward their fucked up excuse for a leader. But weren't they all? Give anyone enough power and they'd overestimate their own importance.

"You know, I do have a question." He began circling the lion, blue eyes searing. "Do your Aspects have a hell for you? I think you oughta give it a visit." The smilodon shot forward, feinting a body slam but altering his trajectory at the last moment to attempt and kick out one of the lion's legs, following it by aiming the broad side of his skull at Sephiroth's face in a heavy smash.
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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #8 on: November 13, 2018, 11:19:34 AM »
Sephiroth's answers to him don't quite make sense. The boy continues to hesitate about the drink, glancing around for anyone else to reach for the drink. Perhaps it's a good thing he doesn't drink it, with how the rest of the meeting goes. He listens in silence about aspects and ignis and being displeased. More words that he doesn't understand and feelings that sort of glance over him like a ricocheting bullet. There's still a bit of a sting, but it's more than that. A crumpled ball of paper, a break that will never heal right. On some level, the tiger cub knows that something is wrong. He turns to watch the other lion amble closer with saucer-like brown eyes. He'd never thought about god before, had certainly never learned to fear something he couldn't see. Had never learned fear, really. But he's starting to fear something, now.

It only takes a moment for him to realize that his fear is justified. The unease that sank deeper and deeper into his chest erupted into panic at the sudden gush of red flowing down the lion's throat. Percy's wings flare out violently, the breakable edges snapping into the people next to him as he takes a step backwards with a sharp cry. There are teeth in his scruff again, and although the boy temporarily panics, he recognizes the large set of fangs framing his neck and stills. His chest heaves when he's set down, wings still held out and head tipped back to stare at Jailbird. He doesn't try to look around the much larger cat. He doesn't want to see. "Jay —" The sentence cuts off as he turns around, and then the tiger cub does the same. Perseus leaves without a glance backwards, which is probably a good thing with what happens next.

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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #9 on: November 13, 2018, 01:27:29 PM »
Well, this was turning out to be quite a meeting, wasn't it?

It was obvious to even a creature blind as him that Sephiroth thought himself better than everyone else. Perhaps pharaoh was suiting for him; the historical aspect of the word told that any with the title was a "god," and yet it seemed as though the lion before him was trying far too hard to fit into that. The complex was plain, easy to spot, for it was practically thrust upon the whole of the Rosebloods. Sephiroth was a god and ethereal and he would do whatever he could to make that known. Bubonicplague almost laughed. Almost.

The demon sat alone at the back of the room, blind gaze fixed solely upon the joke of a leader standing over a corpse. He could smell the blood in the air, the rank stench of death filling the room. Sacrifices. Gods, or Aspects, whatever they wanted to be called. The beast couldn't have cared less about them. If they wanted to be pleased so badly, they could go fuck themselves; that always helped, didn't it? Bubonicplague had never understood why mortals were so dedicated to the spirits that claimed themselves as deities. As otherworldly and terrifying as he was, Sephiroth was certainly not a very smart man.

He had dealt with his fair share of divine beings. He was created from the palm of Baphomet, a servant of the devil, truly a being deserving of the otherworldly description. The Aspects, this "Ignis" did not frighten him. Perhaps a deal had been struck between the silver lion and whatever spirits were so keen on dedication. Perhaps for power. Perhaps just to make him as scary as he tried so hard to be.

Bubonicplague let out an audible snort at everything said, and the attempt on Sephiroth. A for effort, he supposed, but if the pharaoh was truly as powerful as he tried to appear, Jailbird was in for an ass kicking. Of course, only if everything about the lion checked out. Maybe the kid would pull through. Bub couldn't find it in himself to particularly care, though. He simply rose from where he had sat by the entrance, rolled his shoulders, and exhaled a black cloud. "What a fucking joke," the beast rumbled out, before turning and lumbering away.
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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #10 on: November 13, 2018, 04:10:02 PM »
UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — 。+゚.
Eddie, as it happened, had a pretty decent set of morals on his shoulders. Venom tended to have a problem with said morals, but rarely tried to discourage him.
This being said ... this was fucked up. Damn, he'd just decided he'd stick around, and then then happened. He's feeling more than a little hell. Who the hell was this Ignis bastard? An aspect, a god, Eddie knows, but he has a bone to pick with this whole situation. Highly blessed? Sacrifices? Sentient? Eddie is quite clearly somewhat repulsed, eyes locked on the pooling blood. Venom curls in his chest, uneasy only because Eddie was.
.. WHAT PURPOSE DO THESE SACRIFICES SERVE? Venom asks. Eddie doesn't respond to his bodymate, largely due to being in a public space, but attempts to convey his uncertainty nonetheless. Was it bloodshed for bloodshed's sake? What did these aspects even want? .. A WASTE OF FOOD, THEN. Venom harrumphs.
.. They'd stick around. Eddie, while certainly a little sick, realizes that, technically, he signed up for this. Violence and torture. He knew what this place was like, and came anyways. And he'd liked this place, violence aside. God. God. He flexes his paws, takes a deep breath, and watches as Jailbird launches himself at Sephiroth. It's in his job description to defend the leader, or .. whatever. But Eddie doesn't have it in him to attack Jailbird or to defend Sephiroth right now, not when the mindless lion's blood is still on his paws. Wasn't it also in the description to defend the members? Eddie didn't remember if there was an emphasis placed on one over the other.  Unless he's beckoned to help, it would Eddie has an excuse not to do shit.
(now it was just a matter of finding loopholes. Annie isn't here to help him, but, well, Eddie had specialized in taking corrupt fuckers down. This was just the first time he was involved this closely.)

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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #11 on: November 13, 2018, 10:56:27 PM »

SEPHIROTH
MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS
Sephiroth probably should have expected some sort of rebellion against his actions.  As he cleaned himself he heard Jailbird’s voice ring through the crowd loudly, and the male cast an impassive eye towards the protesting.  The Pharaoh didn’t pay it much mind until the large feline beast shooed away a child and made his way up to the leader, who looked with a gaze that looked almost sleepy.  Bored.  As things progressed in the group he was becoming a far more cruel and cold creature then he had been when he first joined the group, so he wasn’t exactly concerned with the protest.  Hell, maybe he’d even intensify the next sacrifice to spite.  He was destined for hell anyways according to Jailbird, so might as well go big or go home.

The blow to his legs he half expected.  The lion avoided that with strategic shifts of his limbs away from the smilodon, moving his position to the side as a result.  Sephiroth was about to make a comment, probably one that was snide and self absorbed, but then he vision was filled with the skull of Jailbird and intense pain flaring from his face.

Sephiroth would gasp from the pain and stumble back from the force of the impact, his vison swimming and scattered.  His tongue must’ve been caught by his teeth because he could taste blood in his mouth, and his face burned in pain.  Was his nose broken?  His snout in general?  Some other facial bone?  He couldn’t pinpoint the harshest point of impact from the pain that was making his skull throb.  Mother was screaming in his ears, she had been absent from the meeting until now but now her shrieks of fury and command rang in his ears.  Fight back!  Beat him!  Kill him!  Gods do not tolerate this!  Her voice shrilly echoed in his already painful head, and Sephiroth forced himself to focus.

She was right.  He was god among these creatures.  Their Pharaoh.  He was above them.  He had just demonstrated his might, it was time to put it into practice.

Sephiroth would shake his head, vaguely seeing scarlet drips scatter onto the stone.  There must’ve been some trauma to his nose then, if that was where the blood was coming from.  He turned to face Jailbird, his eyes burning.  They glowed demonically around pupils seeming to slit even more as a result of the insubordination just demonstrated.  His vison cleared and he could see the saber toothed beast clearer, and Sephiroth felt his blood absolutely boil.

Sephiroth would make an impulsive violent movement, lurching foreword in the span of a few heartbeats and aiming to strike @JAILBIRD with an open clawed slap across his face, putting all his muscle and the sharpness of his claws into the blow.

”How dare you.”  The silver maned lion would full on snarl, with more venom and viciousness then he had ever shown in his time here.  His eyes illuminated in a hellish fashion as he bared his fangs like a raging and feral beast, his claws moving across the ground with a scratching sound.  Sephiroth’s sides would heave with his rage, his composure shattering completely and revealing the cruel and vile innards of his collected shell.

Back down.”  Sephiroth would growl harshly with a toss of his quicksilver mane, muscles hardening underneath his pelt and skin.  ”If not I will maim you in front of everybody here and unravel your mind just like our poor friend here.”  He motioned a claw towards the limp body of the younger lion, whose head was dangling off the edge of the platform and whose body was already cold.  He focused his glowing gaze on the smilodon, unblinking and alien and with an expression that expressed the harm he was capable of.  ”Do not test me, Jailbird.  You will not win.”  Sephiroth’s words were laced with hate and rage that had been bubbling up for a long time and finally had an outlet.

The beast had finally been unleashed it seemed.
Sephiroth is a large male lion with a pale, almost white body and a silver mane.  He has blue green eyes with slit pupils.  He is the Pharaoh of the Rosebloods.  He is currently unstable and volatile, hearing a voice called Mother in his head and is believing himself to be a god.  He has enhanced senses, conjuration, and mental manipulation and communication, and is hard to fight in battle.  He is based on the character of the same name from Final Fantasy VII.

Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #12 on: November 13, 2018, 11:17:17 PM »
SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE
Rosemary, never the fighter, looked around to the rest of the members as the fighting continued to devolve into chaos – and found herself pleased to see many that disagreed with the pharaoh's latest stunt. The ocelot, tempted to join Jailbird in the fight, scratched her saltwater crocodile under his chin as she tried to come to a decision quickly. But the witch was no fighter; she hated participating in violence like this, even while her sadism sang in the back of her mind. Part of her screamed to see another death like the young lion’s, but the scream alone told her it was wrong.

Unwilling to make a move that would expose her as treasonous against Sephiroth, the four-eyed witch came to a split-second choice. A sudden, powerful gust of air would suddenly attempt to slam down upon the lion. With a blow that overcommitted, with all his muscle thrown into the fight, she anticipated his paw would swing into the ground and lurch him too far forward – a good opening for Jailbird, if successful. She also doubted anyone would realize she’d done it; she’d openly used her air elemental abilities once in the Typhoon, at least a month ago. And, quite honestly, if she wanted to get involved it’d be far more effective to send her pet to fight for her instead.

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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #13 on: November 13, 2018, 11:46:29 PM »
PHANTOM MENACE
Togata Mirio is an 18 month old golden retriever whom is currently residing in the Rosebloods. As of right now, he has no rank. He is best friends with Tamaki Amajiki, and adores Eri. He is physically hard and easy to befriend.
Mirio liked to believe that the Gods had favored him as a Hero, the way he had sacrificed himself to save the city of Japan was proof of his heroic tendencies. He was a hero, and Heroes never gave in to the acts of villains.

While he was in this group, Mirio had to find all of the good things about the place he stayed, despite how impossible that seemed. He had to find something to keep him here, but all he could find was Tamaki. Tamaki, his childhood crush- his first love, but he could never admit such openly.

The loud noise interrupted his thought when a lion dropped dead on the ground, midnight eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. Murder. This wasn't sacrifice for good- this was murder. This was a mortal committing murder.

Mirio couldn't tolerate it.

Soon, the golden retriever's face had warped into one of anger. The canine had lurched forward right after the wind attack had been launched, attempting to put all of his body weight into jumping onto the lion's head, clawed paws attempting to grip on as his front paws tried to latch onto the top of his head. If this was successful while the lion was busy, Mirio would then try to latch his jaws right under Seph's jawline, trying to tear at sensitive skin.

"You do not have the right to pass judgement of death on those around you!" Mirio's snarl was rare- he was never angry, not unless he had a good reason to be.

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Re: prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11
« Reply #14 on: November 14, 2018, 06:44:43 PM »

SEPHIROTH
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His strike was cancelled out.  Some half-wit in the audience actually stopped him and pushed his attack away.  Sephiroth’s great head would swing to the side and glare at the crowd, mouth open in a parted growl as he scanned the audience.  The culprit didn’t occur to him, and it wasn’t like he had time to pick somebody out of the audience because somebody else was coming towards him.  Mirio was easy to spot with his brighter coat and already known presence at the meeting, so the mad Pharaoh was able to sidestep the retriever’s attack on him.

That did not quell his rage however.  His members were rising up against him, they clearly did not take his power seriously at all.  Sephiroth, needing a new target for his frustration, would swing a paw at @MIRIO!, full of claws as he aimed a slash across the canine’s chest to knock him aside.  A ferocious snarl accompanied it, as the lion’s eyes burned further.

”And you have no power here.”  Sephiroth’s vicious tone rumbled the chamber, his bloody face crinkled in his intense show of anger, coppery tasting red seeping through his teeth from where his tongue been caught in the crossfire.  ”I am your leader.  You do as I say.  I am..”

Your god!!  Mother was yelling again, trying to put words in his mouth.  You are a god above them!!

”…I am your god.”  There he had finally confirmed the suspicions of those who believed he had a god complex a mile long.  ”I was chosen as Pharaoh, I have power over all of you.  What I say goes.  Without question.”  Sephiroth’s eyes burned with insanity, he had all the rationality of a rabid animal at this point.  ”If you don’t like that, you can leave, Mirio.  You signed up for this…clearly you cannot handle what the Rosebloods truly are.”

The adrenaline was starting to fade and the pain in his face was starting to burn more.  Sephiroth would hiss and turn towards the crowd, claws out and teeth bared and generally looking nothing like the composed ruler he normally came off as.  ”Does anybody else wish to question my authority?  Nothing will change no matter what anybody says, my word is law.”   The male lion was stubborn and volatile and clearly not in a good state of mind.  His pale sides heaved, his eyes were wild, really the only thing still in order about him was his mane.

Mother must’ve been satisfied by the turn of events however, Sephiroth could hear her purring in his ear.  Was this what she meant by him standing about all others?  Him asserting his leadership in front of the whole group?  Him finally declaring himself as a god among them, completing his descent into madness?
Sephiroth is a large male lion with a pale, almost white body and a silver mane.  He has blue green eyes with slit pupils.  He is the Pharaoh of the Rosebloods.  He is currently unstable and volatile, hearing a voice called Mother in his head and is believing himself to be a god.  He has enhanced senses, conjuration, and mental manipulation and communication, and is hard to fight in battle.  He is based on the character of the same name from Final Fantasy VII.

 

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