[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;"]A snarl and squeal of fear started off Sephiroth’s morning.

The Roseblood lord swiped at a pesky mountain lion ghost that had been crouched over his sleeping form, no doubt waiting for a chance to kill him in his sleep.  Apparently they weren’t the smartest creature out there, as Sephiroth managed to wake up before any attack could be done and chase the invader out of his home.  Claws raked across the ghosts side as Sephiroth pounced, wrapping his jaws around the spirits head and twisting, the spirit gasping in pain before dissipating into nothingness.

Sephiroth would grunt as he rose to his paws, his eyes still half closed in tiredness.  He would stretch out his body and part his dangerous looking jaws in a yawn as he woke up fully, his day clearly off to a sudden start.  As he shifted his muscles underneath his pale silver pelt, the lion would let out a sudden pained grunt as he shifted a certain way.  There was a pain in his back, the one side of his spine a little past his shoulder blade.  Sephiroth would glance at his form for any sign of external injury, but his body was clean and unwounded as usual.  Wincing a small amount as the pain in his back persisted he would shift his innards to see if that helped.  Had he pulled muscle?

Despite his small efforts to soothe his soreness it continued.  Sephiroth would groan quietly as his attempts failed.  He decided to brush it off as a result of his sudden waking, and figured that he would feel better later or the next day.  But it still bothered him, the usually unharmed and perfectly built silver beast experiencing physical pain.  It was a strange feeling to say the least.

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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;"]The lion got distracted by the squeaking of the little jay approaching him.  Sephiroth would sit down and lower his head and he focused on Gwen, who was clearly enraptured by him and all his silver glory and not by her scratches from breaking free of her binds.  The Lord mildly rolled his shoulder muscles, hiding his wince from the young newcomer as he was addressed.

He wasn't entirely fond of nicknames but at the same time, Gwen was only a child and deserved of correction.  Something deep in him told him to be gentle with her, something that came from somewhere deep and hidden and painful inside of him.  So he didn't correct her like he would do with others.  Sephiroth would lay himself down and cross his front paws over each other as he brought himself down to Gwen level despite the fact he was still hundreds of pounds of lion.  "And good morning to you too, Gwen."  The Lord greeted in turn, his gaze lidded and half sleepy as he looked the tiny jay over, taking note of her ruffled appearance.  "What sort of mischief did you get yourself into?"

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