ENDLESSLY ⬤ making weapons

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — 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;"]He would admit, the idea for the task came off the top of his head.  Sephiroth hadn't really wielded a weapon; Mother told him that he should feel comfortable with steel and metal in his grasp but the lion didn't really get how he was supposed to in this body.  Did he have a body that was able to wield weapons before?  He asked Mother, but she didn't respond.  Patience, she told him.  Good things come to those who wait.

But he had seen the occasional knife or blade in the possession of creatures he met, so he supposed it was a useful skill to have.  Sephiroth only had a ceremonial dagger from ages past in his collection, and he hadn't exactly put ti too use for anything really.  He would have to console with somebody to figure out what to do with it.  He wondered to the Aspects for a heartbeat, how they demanded to be pleased.  Hm.  That brought his mind to many places, dark places that he felt comfortable with oddly enough.  Perhaps weapon use was something he could work on the future.

He had wanted to check out on Eddie a while after the job had been given, so Sephiroth had gone looking for the raccoon by himself.  It was an easy enough job, his enhanced senses made catching scent of a particular clanmate a simple task.  The lion stalked about until he caught sight of Eddie, his eyes coming to life as he made a low sound of approval at the raccoon's craftsmanship.  "Good work."  His velvety voice showed plainly his satisfaction, as did the pleased way the look on his face relaxed from his usual stony expression.

#psychosocial.