prince of the dark and the dead will walk / MEETING 11/11

[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;"]Sephiroth probably should have expected some sort of rebellion against his actions.  As he cleaned himself he heard Jailbird’s voice ring through the crowd loudly, and the male cast an impassive eye towards the protesting.  The Pharaoh didn’t pay it much mind until the large feline beast shooed away a child and made his way up to the leader, who looked with a gaze that looked almost sleepy.  Bored.  As things progressed in the group he was becoming a far more cruel and cold creature then he had been when he first joined the group, so he wasn’t exactly concerned with the protest.  Hell, maybe he’d even intensify the next sacrifice to spite.  He was destined for hell anyways according to Jailbird, so might as well go big or go home.

The blow to his legs he half expected.  The lion avoided that with strategic shifts of his limbs away from the smilodon, moving his position to the side as a result.  Sephiroth was about to make a comment, probably one that was snide and self absorbed, but then he vision was filled with the skull of Jailbird and intense pain flaring from his face.

Sephiroth would gasp from the pain and stumble back from the force of the impact, his vison swimming and scattered.  His tongue must’ve been caught by his teeth because he could taste blood in his mouth, and his face burned in pain.  Was his nose broken?  His snout in general?  Some other facial bone?  He couldn’t pinpoint the harshest point of impact from the pain that was making his skull throb.  Mother was screaming in his ears, she had been absent from the meeting until now but now her shrieks of fury and command rang in his ears.  Fight back!  Beat him!  Kill him!  Gods do not tolerate this!  Her voice shrilly echoed in his already painful head, and Sephiroth forced himself to focus.

She was right.  He was god among these creatures.  Their Pharaoh.  He was above them.  He had just demonstrated his might, it was time to put it into practice.

Sephiroth would shake his head, vaguely seeing scarlet drips scatter onto the stone.  There must’ve been some trauma to his nose then, if that was where the blood was coming from.  He turned to face Jailbird, his eyes burning.  They glowed demonically around pupils seeming to slit even more as a result of the insubordination just demonstrated.  His vison cleared and he could see the saber toothed beast clearer, and Sephiroth felt his blood absolutely boil.

Sephiroth would make an impulsive violent movement, lurching foreword in the span of a few heartbeats and aiming to strike [member=2779]JAILBIRD[/member] with an open clawed slap across his face, putting all his muscle and the sharpness of his claws into the blow.

”How dare you.”  The silver maned lion would full on snarl, with more venom and viciousness then he had ever shown in his time here.  His eyes illuminated in a hellish fashion as he bared his fangs like a raging and feral beast, his claws moving across the ground with a scratching sound.  Sephiroth’s sides would heave with his rage, his composure shattering completely and revealing the cruel and vile innards of his collected shell.

”Back down.”  Sephiroth would growl harshly with a toss of his quicksilver mane, muscles hardening underneath his pelt and skin.  ”If not I will maim you in front of everybody here and unravel your mind just like our poor friend here.”  He motioned a claw towards the limp body of the younger lion, whose head was dangling off the edge of the platform and whose body was already cold.  He focused his glowing gaze on the smilodon, unblinking and alien and with an expression that expressed the harm he was capable of.  ”Do not test me, Jailbird.  You will not win.”  Sephiroth’s words were laced with hate and rage that had been bubbling up for a long time and finally had an outlet.

The beast had finally been unleashed it seemed.

#psychosocial.