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;"]His strike was cancelled out.  Some half-wit in the audience actually stopped him and pushed his attack away.  Sephiroth’s great head would swing to the side and glare at the crowd, mouth open in a parted growl as he scanned the audience.  The culprit didn’t occur to him, and it wasn’t like he had time to pick somebody out of the audience because somebody else was coming towards him.  Mirio was easy to spot with his brighter coat and already known presence at the meeting, so the mad Pharaoh was able to sidestep the retriever’s attack on him.

That did not quell his rage however.  His members were rising up against him, they clearly did not take his power seriously at all.  Sephiroth, needing a new target for his frustration, would swing a paw at [member=2506]MIRIO![/member], full of claws as he aimed a slash across the canine’s chest to knock him aside.  A ferocious snarl accompanied it, as the lion’s eyes burned further.

”And you have no power here.”  Sephiroth’s vicious tone rumbled the chamber, his bloody face crinkled in his intense show of anger, coppery tasting red seeping through his teeth from where his tongue been caught in the crossfire.  ”I am your leader.  You do as I say.  I am..”

Your god!!  Mother was yelling again, trying to put words in his mouth.  You are a god above them!!

”…I am your god.”  There he had finally confirmed the suspicions of those who believed he had a god complex a mile long.  ”I was chosen as Pharaoh, I have power over all of you.  What I say goes.  Without question.”  Sephiroth’s eyes burned with insanity, he had all the rationality of a rabid animal at this point.  ”If you don’t like that, you can leave, Mirio.  You signed up for this…clearly you cannot handle what the Rosebloods truly are.”

The adrenaline was starting to fade and the pain in his face was starting to burn more.  Sephiroth would hiss and turn towards the crowd, claws out and teeth bared and generally looking nothing like the composed ruler he normally came off as.  ”Does anybody else wish to question my authority?  Nothing will change no matter what anybody says, my word is law.”  The male lion was stubborn and volatile and clearly not in a good state of mind.  His pale sides heaved, his eyes were wild, really the only thing still in order about him was his mane.

Mother must’ve been satisfied by the turn of events however, Sephiroth could hear her purring in his ear.  Was this what she meant by him standing about all others?  Him asserting his leadership in front of the whole group?  Him finally declaring himself as a god among them, completing his descent into madness?

#psychosocial.