you made me a believer / VENGEFUL GHOSTS

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — LORD — HOVER FOR TAGS

[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;"]It was the middle of the night when Sephiroth heard something in the ruins.

He was sleeping in his own private quarters with his enhanced senses stretched as he slept; he had made it a habit since their old camp had burned to the ground to make sure nothing happened like that again, and now that he was leader he had more responsibility to protect his small group.  The Lord was always on guard nowadays, and as such he was the first to hear the sound of something outside in the ruins.  With a grunt the large silver wildcat would rise from his slumber, stretching out his body as he prowled out of his private sleeping quarters and to the main part of the ruins.

The base camp was dark as expected, the only source of light coming the faint eerie glow of Sephiroth’s eyes.  His eyes slowly adjusted to the night as he looked around quietly, taking steps foreword in the dark while his ears moved about to catch any more sound.  Some would simply go back to sleep after seeing there was no trouble, but Sephiroth was nothing if not thorough and untrusting.  He was Sephiroth, Lord Sephiroth, and he wasn’t going to let anything get past him.  He was better then that, he knew.  Narrowing his gleaming optics, the lion proceeded with his pawsteps, looking back and forth.

There.  He heard something.  Something above him.  Above?  Sephiroth would raise his great maned head up to look at the top of the structures around the base.  Their shadows loomed over him, shapes of dark standing unyielding.  His eyes were hard and sharp, standing stone still as he observed the source of the faint sound.

At once several gleaming eyes stared down at him.  Glowing, all colors, all focused on him.  There were all around him, all above him, their judgement bearing down on him all at once.

”Followers of Ra, attack!!  Strike down the traitors!!”

Shadowy shapes lunged down from their perches all at once on cue, surging down and towards the dens of the Rosebloods, towards [i]him at incredible speed and with ferocity and hate burning off of their forms.  Sephiroth was just as quick however; he jumped foreword as he was charged and slammed his claws into shapes that felt both real and ethereal at the same time.  He didn’t feel blood under his claws, but he heard screeches as shapes, feline he realized, went into their death throes as he used all his mighty strength to toss them to the floor.  Their forms were vaguely see-through, their eyes holding an unnatural glow.  Ghost.  So the spirits he had heard reports of were now here.  The ghosts of old worshippers of the Egyptian gods that had once followed.

Hm.  Time for the Rosebloods to prove their strength and their beliefs in the Aspects.

”ROSEBLOODS!”  Sephiroth hadn’t raised his voice that often in his time here, only once when he first announced his dominion over the Rosebloods.  It was a terrifying sound when his cold fury laced his already commanding voice as he swiped at more encroaching spirits that nipped at his heels and made attempts to sink their claws into his flank.  He snarled, his eyes glowing with a harsh blue green hue as he whipped his muscular body around.  ”Up and fight!”

(so!  The ghosts of old egyptian worshippers are coming after the rosebloods for betraying their gods and giving their faith to another!!  This will be a clanwide thing, feel free to incorporate into your threads!!  Fight the spirits, speak with them, have an aspect help your character, anything!
those make at least one open thread with their character dispatching a spirit will get the title of Exorcist!)

#psychosocial.