Peace Of Mind Is Less Than Ever;; Fire Safezone.

[sephiroth]

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;"]Sephiroth wasn’t sure how long he had ran; it had felt like hours.  But he found the safezone relatively easily once he caught scent of Jiyu and the heat of the fire stopped catching at his paws and tail.  He had dropped off Stockholm as they had gotten closer to safety, and he immediately coughed heavily, a slight tremble running through his pale legs as he caught his breath.  He had clearly been injured in the mad dash to safety; burns ran along his stomach and sides, not to mention he could feel his paws had been hurt in his escape from the mansion.  But he was stubborn; he absolutely refused to ask for help right out of the gate.  If offered of course he would accept, but he didn’t want to admit some sort of weakness, especially not now.

With a great heave Sephiroth’s legs would buckle under him as he settled on the stone near the young ones, his singed sides heaving as he rested on his slightly-less-burnt-then-the-other side, resting his head on the ground.  He kept his intensely colored eyes on Stockholm, taking Jiyu’s orders into account.  He wasn’t exactly ‘cuddly’, not by a long shot even, but not like he even had the energy in him to protest anything at this point. 

All things considered he wasn’t gravely injured, but he certainly wasn’t comfortable either.  But right now he was a Roseblood and one of the few in the area, and he needed to stay conscious and able for his group.  The lion would sigh heavily, keeping his eyes on everybody and his senses stretched out a reasonable amount.  He was especially keeping an ear open for Prestige.  He would go back to the mansion but he followed orders like a good beast and stayed with the others, where he was needed.

#psychosocial.