[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;"]If it wasn’t clear, Sephiroth wasn’t exactly the most stable creature.  Between declaring himself a god and speaking to the Mother in his head, there was clearly something off about him.  Especially recently, with Mother’s absence and his lack of sleep finally taking it’s toll on him.  As if it hadn’t already with his foolish decision to stay in wrecked territory and focus on vengeance rather than healing.  He was a mess in general, but still went on as if normal.

The male lion would skulk towards the entrance of the ruins from within, intent to go out and patrol by himself; not like there was anything better for him to do.  Sephiroth would make his way through the exit, his declining state obvious.  His steps were slow, his eyes glazed, his large form swayed from side to side as he walked as if he couldn’t focus on going straight ahead.  He would stop at the very exit, where the waterfall blurred the charred earth beyond that was once luscious and green and now was black and dead.  The male would look foreword at nothing in particular, his jaws parted slightly.  The sight was pathetic.  Had it been his doing he would’ve been proud, but in this case all it did was stack another problem onto his already cracked mind.

The sight before him made him freeze, his ears down as his head started to head.

Fire swarming around him.  Death at his feet.  Something shiny and wet in his hand.  Purpose and calling in the fog in his head.  Someone yelling his name through the inferno.

No.  Do not go back.  Mother.  Follow Mother.  Mother will give you your purpose.

Follow.

Above.

God.

Mother.

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Sephiroth collapsed, his legs buckling underneath him and his heavy body falling onto the ground.  His eyes shut for a half second, exhaustion finally overtaking him for a split second.  The heaviness of his muscular form made an audible thump as it hit the ground.  When his hellish and alien eyes opened up they stared ahead of him, at the crystalline water but not focused.  They were glazed, glowing slightly, his jaws parted.  He came too, but was not stable.

”Mothermothermother..”  He was panting on the ground, madness ebbing off of him like a stench, eyelids fluttering and his tongue peeking out between his teeth.  ”Mother, strong Mother. come back.  Come BACK, you are…better.  You are high, we are above, we have purpose, we-“  Sephiroth’s sides heaved once, his paws giving a twitch from where he lay on his side on the ground.  ”We were meant to rule, Mother.  Please, please, don’t leave.”

He was unstable and on the ground mumbling nonsense.  Sephiroth, the mad Pharaoh, exposing the depths of his very human and un-godlike flaws to the world.  This was not working in his favor clearly.

[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 shadow fell over the small area he was fallen in, his sharp eyes shifting focus while still glazed.  A large body curled around him, and Sephiroth found himself curling his lip to bare teeth but too out of it to growl or snap at Bai Shi.  His sides slowed to a steady pant, the male's eyes fluttering and pupils even dilating for half a heartbeat as he gathered his bearings.  With the Guard's presence grounding him, the Pharaoh slowly came back to reality.  The world turned solid around him and quiet, no blazes lapping at him or voices in his head, no presence calling out for him.

Then again, maybe he needed that to support him.

Sephiroth's grand pale furred sides gave a heave as he rolled onto his stomach, his eyes lidded but clearer.  He needed sleep first and foremost, that much was obvious.  The lion pulled himself up into a hunched sitting position, swiping his tongue over suddenly dry lips.  His head swung slightly to look at the dragon around him, eyes on his face.  Eyes tired and dull, clearly not well.  "I...should head back inside."  He admitted his weakness with a soft tone, quiet like a whisper almost.