[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 had become a cryptid for the past week after the absolute wreck of a meeting.  He was seen really only to welcome a few joiners and eat, but other than that he kept the shadows and to his own private quarters.  Was he letting things cool down after the incident?  He didn’t exactly consider that the reason.  If anything he wanted to think about things, to search for himself without Mother’s influence.  Had he come to an epiphany?  Not really, he was a stubborn creature, but he didn’t have much of anything big or traumatic planned for this meeting.

He roared his typical wild and wordless vocalization as he skulked into the meeting room, blood cleaned from the week prior and not showing any sign of the chaos from that time.  Sephiroth’s posture also did not betray any particular emotion to the crowd.  There was something off about him.  A single red poppy flower was tucked into his mane, into the left bang-esque forelock that framed his face.  It stuck out with it’s bright color prominently showing against his pale silver mane.  His eyes looked sleepy as he watched members file in, no doubt suspicious of what he had in store.  They need not fear him this week.

”Rosebloods..”  The male’s velvet murmur was quieter than usual, the only show of his lowered mental state.  That and the lack of sleep he had been getting these past few days.  In fact he hadn’t slept at all, and it showed no matter how he denied it.  ”We have more joiners this week.  Welcome to Vagabond, Goldenboy, Rimmy, Bai Shi, Asteris, Kliment, Mogar, Domani, and Luli.  We welcome you into the group.”  There was no drink this week, he hadn’t cared enough to bring it out.  That and he was wondering how to replace it, or give it actual meaning and purpose aside from proving loyalty.  Clearly it meant nothing to anybody, considering they very easily turned on him last week.  He simply sought them out in the audience, dipping his grand cranium slowly to them in greeting.

”Shout outs to Vagabond, Rimmy, and Goldenboy.  They all get the Squire title.  Frightfur has disappeared, and thus lose their rank.  I see promise in many members here, there will certainly be promotions next week so keep up the activity.”

Sephiroth’s expression lightened up a small bit, a small amused smile on his jaws as he no doubt was about to poke some nerves.  ”Ignis was incredibly pleased with the bloodshed last week.  Sacrifices will be held every other week; next week I expect so see everybody at the Wastes.  With one Aspect appeased another demands tribute.  The soft-hearts in the crowd need not worry, there will be less violence this week.”  His voice held a small bit of disdain for the behavior some of his members expressed last week, and his eyes narrowed into alien slits as he gauged reaction in the crowd.  ”Terra, the Aspect of Earth says we are to worship her this week.  She wants creative endeavors to be practiced this week.  Art, crafts, any other task of the sort.  Do this, and she shall be pleased.”

Less bloody news this week clearly, and what else he had to say clearly enforced it.  Sephiroth would motion a claw towards the flower in his mane.  ”We continue to forge our identity.”  He rumbled.  ”We are called Rosebloods.  The flower can represent many a thing.  The species, the color, all tell a story.  They are important, and can forge a culture if given the opportunity.”  A toe brushed a crimson petal, his eyes thoughtful.  ”I wish for us to adopt symbolism of the flower.  Families may pick a certain flower to represent them, single members are encouraged to pick their own flower to symbolize themselves.  In the future there may perhaps be ceremonies, or a flower to represent a rank or achievement.  If others wish to speak to me about this and provide ideas, I am open to it.”

”I am working on an event for our allies this week, what one would call a potluck.  A gathering or party where everybody brings alone a prepared food item of their choice to share.  It shall be set up later this week, and I wish that allies be invited.  If anybody wishes to go and invite the Tanglewood and Ascendants to our event when it happens, I will gladly accept volunteers.  I want more positive interaction with our allies in general, Ambassadors should go and check up on our allies and see what is going on.  As soon as possible.”

”…I do believe that is it this week.”  Sephiroth would say, shifting slightly into a sitting position with his shoulders hunched.  Hopefully nothing controversial was said this time around.  ”If there are no questions, dismissed.”

(OOC SUMMARY
-welcome to [member=2726]KLIMENT[/member]  [member=2839]RIMMY[/member] [member=2878]mogar.[/member] [member=2837]| THE VAGABOND |[/member] @THE GOLDEN BOY  [member=2089]asteris[/member] [member=2039]bai shi.[/member] [member=2842]DOMANI[/member] [member=2811]LULI[/member] !!
-shout outs to vagabond, rimmy, and goldenboy, who all also get the title of squire.  frightfur is demoted.  keep up the activity!
-sacrifices will be a bi-weekly event.  the aspect to be pleased this week is terra.  do creative activities!
-there's gonna be a flower motif for the group.  members and families may pick a flower to represent them, i suggest looking up the meanings and symbolism of flowers to pick one!  this tradition will be added onto in the future
-there's gonna be a potluck this week!  volunteers to send out invites when the event is posted are open(ascendants invite reserved for goldenboy!)
-more interaction with our allies in general! a call for ambassadors to head to their respective clans and ask whats up and interact!

Meeting time again? Well, the week came and went faster than she anticipated -- there seemed little enough time to settle in, especially with such odd other Roseblood members. She neglected to see another woman anywhere in the group, at this point, which annoyed her. The Typhoon hadn't been much better, with mostly her nieces counting as the women of the group, but still. Too many sausages, not enough tacos.

Taking a seat, the physician waited to see if that was all.