[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]His small clan needed help, he was loathed to admit.  The idea had come up when he spoke with his few high positions, to go to their truest ally so far to request their aid when it came to their healer problem.

Sephiroth would wait at the border of the Typhoon as was expected of him, the Lord sitting down with his powerful shoulders tense with hard muscle as he looked about him.  The ghosts had recently become a problem for the Rosebloods so he was more on guard for spirits of all kind in any group he visited.  But other then the visible lines of muscles exposed on his body he stayed silent and still in a proper manner as he awaited to be addressed or directed to where he needed to go to get his request heard.  Despite the embarrassment that crawled up his back at admitting weakness, if he wanted his group to survive he would need to bend the knee and ask for help.

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[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth wasn’t easily intimidated by fangs, claws, and large bodies.  The massive form of the dinosaur that approached him merely earned a flick of the ear in acknowledgement as the Roseblood leader silently greeted his ally.  He rose up to his paws, rolling his shoulder muscles with a small groan before he settled his startlingly intensely colored eyes on Owen as he was addressed.  ”Sephiroth.  Lord of the Rosebloods.”  The lion’s rumbling tone came as an introduction.  ”I am here to request help from somebody here with healing experience, and I presume your leader would want to hear about this as well.  I will continue when somebody with the proper qualifications has arrived.”

The wildcat’s eyes briefly shifted to Masie as his ears picked up her chittering.  Were they related to the raptors that snuck into their territory every once and a while?  No hadn’t seen any other reptilian beasts other than Talyn so he presumed so but didn’t voice it.  Sephiroth would also glance at Rosemary, acknowledging her with his bleu green gaze before he settled his eyes back on Owen.

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth's intensely bright eyes settled on Junji's own duller eyes, a sharp contrast.  The Lord had the drive and stubborn determination to help his clan, and it gleamed in his eyes.  "Our problem is that we have no healer."  The male lion's voice rumbled out.  "Our group is pitifully small, and we don't have members with the proper experience.  What i'm looking for is somebody here with healing experience to come and serve as our healer temporarily, and possibly search out somebody to train in healing in our own group."

Sephiroth's eyes flickered to the side slightly as he spoke, feeling the embarrassing weakness crawl up his spine.  Something told him that he was above this, weakness rang in his ears that he should be better then grovelling for help, but his clan was above all at the moment.  He had dedicated himself fully to them in an almost unhealthy manner.  "I am willing to repay the Typhoon however you want for your help.  I understand this is a lot to ask of you, and I believe in repaying your...kindness, should you accept."

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth would simply continue to look unblinking at Junji as he explained himself.  Hm.  He didn't hold anything against them, he understood that other groups had problems as well.  The male Roseblood would simply dip his maned head.  "Understandable."  He rumbled in response.  "I hope you fill your ranks soon."

He was about to admit defeat and leave when Goldie approached.  Sephiroth's ears perked as he listened to the bengal's offer.  Seemed very possible to him, the Lord would tilt his head slightly and set his eyes on her.  He nodded softly in acknowledgement, his agreement clear.  "That sounds reasonable."  His voice was a velvety as usual, laced with authority but smooth.  "I accept the proposition.  I would still like to repay the Typhoon to some degree, whenever the need arises."  Sephiroth straightened up his posture, his broad chest and sleek mane that ran down his back shown pain and clear and painting the image of a leader that he was.  "If you wish to proceed with this you are welcome in our territory whenever you wish to start.  I can lead you there if need be."