[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 was not too familiar with the Pitt territory.  But, upon searching from a distance with his enhanced senses, he found it not too different from the older territory that the Rosebloods inhabited.  It was a simple enough layout; move through the desert, claw his way through the heavy foliage, and find where his Nomarch was being kept.  Courage, perhaps of a foolish and headstrong variety, bubbled in his chest, as he found himself stalking through the throes of twilight all by himself.  Moonlight emphasized the silver of his body, and he moved quickly and quietly through the night.  He kept his senses stretched out for this task, making sure he was not spotted on the outskirts of Pitt territory, nor at the edge of the jungle he soon slipped into.  He had masked his scent was something more natural and earthy before he left, he pale fur streaked with earthy loam and plant fiber he had taken a good roll in before he left for his personal mission.

He was a clever beast, and when he was focused on a goal he set to put it into motion without any hitch.

Sephiroth was searching with his senses further despite the headache that would follow once he got home, specifically the scent of the serpentine Nomarch.  He found himself caring for Bai Shi, a tad more then the other Rosebloods he had dominion over.  If any harm came to them...well, the Pitt was going to have to watch themselves because the Pharaoh would most certainly rain hell down upon them.  He reached the quiet edge of Pitt land, his eyes searching, his ears hunting, for where Bai Shi was being kept.  He moved with all the grace he possessed through the growth of the jungle, working out where exactly the prisoners were kept, where he could find the dragon.

There.  He was fairly sure he found Bai Shi's prison, catching a whiff of the familiar scent from under, from some depth beneath the main grounds.  Would he risk it?  For Bai Shi, definitely.  That and it was the middle of the night, the likely-hood of being discovered right away was somewhat decreased.  He would be sure to make this quick however.  Sephiroth would cling to the shadows as he carefully, oh so carefully, slip into the interior of one of the larger temples that made up the main base.  Was it used for battle?  The faint smell of old blood and the massive size of the room inside seemed to say that there.  He followed the familiar scent of the Rosebloods towards a tunnel entrance; he had heard that the Pitt had an underground cave system, perhaps this lead into it.  Were prisoners kept down here?

Apparently so.  His nose lead him to what appeared to be the entrance of a dungeon, making Sephiroth's stomach tighten slightly.  The cold, the empty, it stirred up something in the depths of his half forgotten memories that made the fur along his spine itch.  The lion, pushing through and keeping his steps and movements soft and fluid and quiet, moved into the interior of the dark dreary room.

His blue-green eyes illuminated in the dark, casting the softest glow on the shadows around him.  The scent was strongest here, the scent of home and desert and Bai Shi, and it made Sephiroth's face lift and eyes widen.  He felt his heartbeat quicken strangely, even more so as he took a pair of pawsteps foreword, soft and quiet with more care and grace then he knew he had.

"Bai Shi."  Sephiroth's whsipering voice was quiet, low, even more so then usual.  He kept his shoulders hunched, his muscles tensed ready to turn and strike if anybody came looking for him.  The Rosebloods leader was quiet, they shouldn't notice him for a little bit at least, so long as he was quiet and careful.  So long as he found his Nomarch and got out, there wouldn't be much to worry about.  He was a brave creature, perhaps that was a fault of his but right his mind only had one goal.

(@ pittians, please wait for bai shi to reply before posting!)

[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;"]The male's features lightened as he heard the voice of the serpentine beast, taking a more confident pace as he shouldered his way into the murky room and turning his gaze towards the familiar voice.  Sephiroth's aquamarine gaze glowed, approaching the cell with sharp and expressive eyes.

"Bai."  It wasn't like Sephiroth to shorten names, to do something so casual especially in a situation like this which required concentration and caution, but the male felt something warm in his breast as he felt something he could only describe as relief.  They were safe, they weren't dead, the Pharaoh had gotten here on time.  Not quick enough though, he could pick up the old charred scent of wounds and clearly something mental had been done to the Nomarch.  The lion creased his brow, before taking his dagger-like teeth and working at the door, gnawing roughly until he felt it slightly give.  He lifted his eyes back up, staring at Bai Shi intently through the bars as they approached.

"Bai Shi."  He repeated in a quiet whisper, taking a step closer till his nose brushed the cool metal of the prison.  "I was not about to leave you here."  Sephiroth's voice had honesty about it that he didn't usually show, and his eyes glittered with the same emotion.  The lion once again took his fangs and managed to finally get the door to a place where it be could opened up.  He quietly took a pale paw and pulled the door wide open, stepping carefully to the side.  His expression gentled as he looked at the dragon; nobody else was around, nobody else could judge him for showing the rare human emotion.

Sephiroth would blink slowly, a rarity, as he gestured with his silver framed head to move out of the cell.  "We need to be quiet."  He whispered, turning his head towards the door of the room to make sure nobody was there.  "Nobody followed me, it's late at night.  As long as we're quiet we're safe."  The lion explained plainly, before he turned back towards Bai Shi with a more relaxed posture.  "You're safe with me."  A gentle and reassuring murmur was his voice, realizing faintly that something very deep had been done to his Nomarch, and while his body language showed that he was calm and collected he felt anger towards the Pitt in his gut.  Once this was over, he would be sure that vengeance was enacted.  Right now, he was just relieved that Bai Shi was alive.

[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;"]The Rosebloods always had a certain scent about them.  A mixture of the distinct heat of the desert they lived in coupled with the traces of whatever flower they had assigned to themselves.  It was noticeable enough, though Sephiroth’s own scent was even more unique.  Rich and dark with what a trained nose would detect as rose and vanilla, deep and alluring.  It added to the otherworldliness of him.

The male felt himself stiffen uncertainly as Bai Shi pressed their muzzle into him, eyes shifting towards the serpent’s face blankly.  Sephiroth hadn’t exactly been appreciated like this, if anything he believed his group wasn’t satisfied with his leadership, and it felt alien to him.  Despite that it felt…good.  He hadn’t understood what ‘bones to water’ meant before but now he felt it crystal clear.  Sephiroth had to resist the urge to lean into the long and warm body next to him, to lay himself down with a contented rumble in his throat like a pleased pet cat, and keep himself professional.  His muscles did relax however.  Was that right to do?

Sephiroth would dip his head appreciatively as Bai Shi pulled away, unable to keep his eyes from closing in a pleased manner as the dragon brushed against his powerful shoulder, before he turned as well to follow his Nomarch into the gloom beyond.  He stretched out his senses a bit more, making sure that they weren’t caught as he moved to stand close to Bai Shi, almost brushing his pale fur against golden scales as he looked foreword.  He would crouch a tad bit, taking a cautious and careful couple of steps foreword as he started down the winding tunnel.  ”Follow.”  The lion’s voice was a soft whisper, looking over his shoulder before he continued foreword, focused ahead in a determined manner.

#psychosocial.