[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 exactly a social creature.  He wasn’t one for attending festivals, parties, gathering, and similar events his allies were fond of hosting and inviting him to.  The male especially hadn’t expected himself to be hosting such an event in his home walls, but duty and holiday demanded it.  They needed to play nice with their allies, especially when the Rosebloods needed help despite his loathing to admit it.  His pride was his greatest weakness for sure.  But his group was small…and they needed to make a presence again.  His mind was stewing with ideas and concepts to help his fellow Rosebloods, so he figured being friendly wouldn’t hurt for a little bit.

He counted on some of his other members to set up tertiary activities for his guests, but Sephiroth had set up the main gathering spot.  In was the main room of the ruins the Rosebloods called home, gentle light illuminating the den to help the autumn aesthetic in a climate that didn’t have four seasons.  The male had made sure to chase off any lingering spirits from the area as he set up, and the silver Lord’s intimidating presence alone made them slink off for the time being.  He had that effect on people.

When one entered their eyes would be cast upon several carved out gourds glowing warmly from the inside with intricate patterns carved into them in place of stereotypical faces and images, clearly each once had taken quite a lot of time.    Along the tops of building there were skeletons of prey animals lit from the inside with burning foliage, portraying the still eerie parts of Roseblood culture.  There was a great bonfire in the center of the room, crackling with life and power with several makeshift seats out of logs and stone settled around it if one wanted to watch the flames or have a friendly chat with an ally.

Nearby off to the side there was a table with an impressive spread of food to pick at.  Seeds from the pumpkins that were scattered about decorated the table as tiny snacks, and said decorative carved gourds also called attention to the table.  Various meats from jungle creatures cooked and uncooked, exotic and colorful fruits from the local territory, and even various pastries flavored with pumpkin spice he managed to get from asking specific entities for favors.  Drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic were on a smaller table to the side, labeled accordingly so no mix ups occur.  He himself didn’t drink much, and he knew some others probably didn’t want too so might as well cater to them.

Sephiroth would roll his powerful shoulder muscles as he admired his work, flicking his silver tufted tail about as he sharp feline eyes studied the room.  Hm.  Despite the fact he wasn’t very skilled at the more social parts of group life, he considered this a good job.  Invitations were in order if everything he had done worked properly, so hopefully their allies would arrive shortly.  Other events would probably be set up shortly as well, to keep his guests stimulated.

The silver maned lion would prowl over to the drink table and seat himself, his slit pupil eyes examining the beverages of the alcoholic variety.  While he wasn’t a drinker…it was a holiday and he could pretend to be more social then he actually was.  Sephiroth would grab a cup of alcohol, something spiced with appropriate flavors of the season, and take sips of it.  Hm.  It was rather tasty, he was forced to admit despite his aversions to such indulgences.

(extra threads go down here, feel free to make your own thread that takes place during/after this!
murder mystery)

♡♡♡
tags