[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 often spent time exploring the thick rainforest that the Rosebloods called home and the land beyond the territory, enjoying the open solitude of the land.  It occurred to him one day that he hadn’t spent much time exploring the depths of the ruins they called home, and supposed having a look-see wouldn’t harm anybody, especially not him.  The base ran deep, and there was plenty of uncharted territory to search around in.

The pale lion was nosing down one of the passageways when he caught scent of…something different then the sand and stone of the ruins.  Sephiroth would make his way towards a smaller side room, taking curious note of the vague light coming from it.  Upon approaching the scene the Lord saw it must’ve been a room closer to the surface because a beam of light came in through a hole in the ceiling to illuminate the room.  Soil must’ve been implanted a while back through some means, because a group of flowers grew on a small mound surrounded by water in the center of the room.  Small and colorful flowers of the desert, growing in the limited light and the liquid provided.

Hm.  Looked like a nice enough spot for a small rest after his exploring.  Sephiroth would slink into the room and go and flop his heavy body down by the mound next to the water, shifting his head to look at his reflection in the sunlight stream.  His platinum mane was immaculately kept as usual, his eyes bright and intelligent.  He was a sight to inspire in all of his silver glory.

Yes.  Exactly how a god should appear.  That voice again, the voice of a mother, whispered to him words of greatness.  Of validation.  And really that was all Sephiroth needed as he looked at his reflection, among the sunlight and the small flowers.

[member=1242]gwen.[/member]