[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;"]The pale pelted lion found the newer territory of the Rosebloods satisfactory.  The heat of the rainforest and the color of it was a contrast to the darkness and shadows of the old forest territory.  It reminded him of his brief visit to the Typhoon, the sunny atmosphere a breath of fresh air to him.  Not that Sephiroth really cared, but then again he didn’t really care about much, but he did have to admit that a good feeling territory was something that satisfied him.  He would probably have to go out investigating the land soon enough, but that would take more time than he was willing to give at the moment and the camp and members needed tending to.  The day was still ahead of him, he could investigate later.

As such Sephiroth had time to kill, and decided to use his spare free time to improve him and his groupmates.  The silvery lion would pad to a small area right near the base entrance, pacing about in a small circle before he paused and lifted his head.  ”If anybody wishes to spar I accept the challenge.  Powers and weapons are allowed.”  Since Sephiroth really didn’t have a fun bone in his body, battle was how he got his kicks.  The great wildcat would roll his shoulders, muscles shifting visibly under his pale fur as he shook himself from head to tail, platinum mane moving about and keeping its silken appearance.  His looks were deadly, a powerful and dangerous spirit underneath his beautiful shell.  He didn’t get the chance to show his power all the time, perhaps a show of his strength would heighten others opinion of him now that he was a guard and had a position of importance in the clan.

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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 eyes, sharp and bright and otherworldly, met Rizer’s crimson gaze as he lifted his chin to look at the manticore.  The lion would nod, shaking his mane before he got into a small stance.  ”I accept.”  His baritone would rumble as he met Rizer’s eyes in a stony fashion.  Other than the hardness of his muscles his stance remained neutral, claws still sheathed even as he stared down his opponent.

”You strike first.”  A simple command to begin as he lowered his head, his powerful shoulders hunched.  His eyes remained unblinking, icy, like the sharpness of a hawks eye.  It was one of his more intimidating features, when the whole of him looked ethereal and exotic.

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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;"]His opponent was quick, that he had to admit.  Sephiroth's legs fell out under him from the strike from Rizer and he buckled to the ground with a dusty fall.  His head swayed quickly to the side to catch sight of the manticore’s tail and he managed to roll to the side before he got pinched by it.  He would hiss through his teeth, ears pressed against his mane of platinum hair as his eyes burned icily.

Sephiroth would flip back onto his paws quickly, spinning about to dash towards Rizer and outstretch his front legs and aim to ram his paws roughly into the side of manticore’s shoulder in an attempt to send him to the ground or at the very least shove him back into a vulnerable position.  If the lion could get the beast in a state of weakness, he could get several heavy blows in.

(it’s all good!!)

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