09-10-2018, 08:31 PM
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SEPHIROTH
MALE — ROSEBLOODS — MEMBER — 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;"]One would think the ashen territory would deter the loners and rogues from the area, but apparently some creatures were stupid and thick-headed enough to come along anyways.”And what are you gonna do about it, fuckface?”
The sneering tone came from a hissy male jaguar, all spotted pelt and dumb muscle and fat head. The wildcat had been skulking about the burnt Roseblood land when Sephiroth had approached and questioned his intention. The rogue had growled a crude insult and tried to go on his way to whatever questionable business he was up to but the Roseblood lion wasn’t going to left him off without a hitch. The Rosebloods had suffered enough, the last thing they needed was some loner stealing all their precious prey, what little of it remained.
Despite his opponent clearly trying to get a rise out of him, Sephiroth didn’t take the bait. His intimidation came purely from his size and the chill in his facial features, his collected nature and refusal to stoop to some self imposed low. His eyes were narrowed into sharp slits, and his ears were lowered against his silver mane, but his claws were sheathed and his teeth weren’t bared like those of the spotted intruder. But an aura of danger still ebbed from him; there was hidden violence underneath his silvery body, that perhaps would come out at some point during this confrontation.
”I’m not playing this foolish game with you. Back down, now.” Sephiroth’s voice was as icy as his eyes, a dangerous rumble edged with an authority and power he kept inside at most times but expressed at the very surface of his form. His head and chin lifted, muscles hard as he glowered down at the stranger.
The jaguar would sneer with yellowed teeth, his shoulder muscles shifting as if he was about to pounce. ”I don’t give a shit if you want too. You’re gonna give me some entertainment, or are you just a pretty face with no bite?”
”Leave. This is the last chance I’m giving you.” Sephiroth’s tone was still cold and collected, not surrendering to primal instinct.
”Make me, you burned asshole!”
Something would click inside of Sephiroth’s head. More like, something bloomed. Emerged. Resurfaced. Memories, clawing to the surface with angry voices and dark intent. A storm, a calamity, something deep inside him that boiled with emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time, or forgotten. A fire. Anger, superiority, fury, and vengeance. A mixed concoction of negative emotion.
A screech emerged from the jaguar as he crumbled to the ground in the living world, his paws crossing over his head and his pale eyes wide. ”Stop! Stop! The fuck are you doing?!”
It was as if Sephiroth had been in a haze and was working without thinking. The intensity of the emotion and harsh memory was projected into the wildcat’s head, an overwhelming storm of unknown feelings from another. The silver lion took a pace foreword as he realized what he was doing, his shoulders hunched and head lowered. His eyes glowed, their otherworldly intensity brighter than ever as he prowled closer to the writhing and moaning jaguar on the ground.
Darkness. Shadows. Something hot and dangerous and an overwhelming pressure mentally. Lost memories. Memories of a hatred that always was, memories that at the moment Sephiroth didn’t even fully understand. Right now though there was no confusion from the Roseblood lion; only cold fury, the violence under his fur coming out full force in a non-physical way. Only through the mind did he project everything.
He tried something. He took away the memory of breath, and the spotted cat would gag before his flank would still, struggling to breath but seeming to not find the ability. His paws were twitching and his eyes were wide.
Sephiroth would approach the flailing form of the intruder, his glowing eyes intense and big. ”Now, have I made myself clear to you? I said to leave, you dullard. Leave and never return, otherwise I can confirm that our next encounter won’t be so clean.”
Everything ceased. The memory, the lack of it, the darkness and hate, all of it lifted. The jaguar gasped heartily, rising up onto his paws with a shudder and a wide look at Sephiroth. He saw darkness coming from him in a metaphorical sense, and could feel darkness coming off him. Otherworldly emotion. The image was only in his own head of course, but that didn’t keep him from turning tail and running away with a speed unmatched in his terror. Leaving the territory, to never come back as long as the silver lion occupied the land.
Sephiroth would let out a small gasp as if the mental strain also affected him. His eyes retained that otherworldly glow, haunting and strange. His body straightened soon after as everything came to understanding. He had done that, toyed with the strangers mind as if it was a ball of string and pushed terror of his own creation onto him, which was clearly enough to send him packing for good.
Hm. This power could come in handy in the future.
(tldr is that seph has mental manipulation and communication now and also is starting to feel memories from his past life uh oh.)
[align=center]Sephiroth is a large male lion with a pale, almost white body and a silver mane. He has blue green eyes with slit pupils. He is the Pharaoh of the Rosebloods. He is currently unstable and volatile, hearing a voice called Mother in his head and is believing himself to be a god. He has enhanced senses, conjuration, and mental manipulation and communication, and is hard to fight in battle. He is based on the character of the same name from Final Fantasy VII.
