[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;"]Despite everything that had happened when he introduced this concept, Sephiroth was still going through with it.  He was confident and stubborn with the belief that was better than everybody else, a dangerous combo.  With all those traits combined, he was unstoppable when it came to what he intended on doing today, despite protest from his groupmates.  In this time of strife, the Pharaoh saw no better time than now to send tribute to the Aspects, to offer up life in exchange for their blessing.

The lion had travelled to the Wastes just as he had intended, the sprawling part of inhospitable land, save for the monstrous serpents that prowled the depths of the sand.  He managed to find a smooth stone outcrop just at the edge between tame and feral land, so Sephiroth climbed up it with a less than willing participant.  This time around it was a loner wolf, all matted fur and struggling limbs and battered form from where the lion had done a number on it.  It’s hind legs were twisted at an odd angle, broken by Sephiroth himself to prevent his catch from escaping into the sandy environment.  The canine still struggled though, whimpering and panicking.

The rogue beast would speak in a scared tone as the great lion hauled him onto the ledge.  ”L-Look, I don’t know who you are, just let me go and I’ll never come back here again, I promise, I-“

Sephiroth would slam the wolf onto the stone, smashing a paw down on his muzzle to keep him quiet.  A growl escaped the lion, his eyes moving from the would-be sacrifice to the Wastes beyond.  He could see long shapes moving through the sand, swirling about as they eagerly awaited tribute.  The male would lift his head up, speaking low and deep.  ”Ignis demands sacrifice.  With the event of the destruction of our territory, the Aspects must stay by our side through this time of our lives.  If that is to be, they must be satisfied.”

The wolf’s eyes would widen as heard the Pharaoh’s words, and would let out a stifled yelp as the lion hauled him up the scruff.  With a great heave, Sephiroth would shove the wolf into the Wastes below, watching the skinny and beaten form crumble into the sands.  The dust and debris of the Wastes made it difficult to see what was going on, but he heard a loud and startled yelp from the sands below him and the shifting of serpentine muscles swarming their prey.  Silence soon followed.

Sephiroth would huff and lift his body into a proper standing position, looking behind him and over his pale and powerful shoulder to address anybody that had followed him and gathered behind him.  ”If you wish to appease the gods that rule this land…do what I did.  If you have the strong stomach and a proper sacrifice of course; rogues and loners do fine, they mean nothing to us.”  The male would rumble, keeping his position on the stone above the ruins and desert beyond him.

If they got angry at him, so be it.  He could always throw them to the snakes from this position as well.