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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;"]It was generally accepted that the meeting had been an absolute disaster. Sephiroth had briskly left as the pain throbbing in his face became overwhelming and confused emotions swirled about in his head and had caused him to bolt. He was too proud however to go and see a physician about his wounds right away, but considering his current wild mental state the encounter probably wouldn’t go well anyways.Sephiroth would hold back a hiss as he entered his private quarters, neglecting to close his door and leaving it open a fair sliver as his exhaustion left him too out of it to notice. He would step back into his chambers with a heavy groan, his legs buckling underneath him as he finally collapsed in pain and exhaustion. He had appeared so indestructible to most everybody, and the Pharaoh didn’t want to betray his weakness in public, though he supposed them seeing him bleed already confirmed that.
He would shift onto his side with a hiss, squeezing his eyes shut. His muzzle was smashed to some degree and his nose was bleeding, his head throbbed, and the intensity of his anger was making his heart race and beat so hard he could hear the blood in his ears. The lion panted on the ground, his glazed blue green eyes shifting towards the ceiling.
He was a god, wasn’t he? Weren’t gods better than this? They weren’t weak, they didn’t feel pain. Sephiroth’s eyes would lid, half closed in his tiredness. The male lion would heavily sigh, allowing his optics to shut in an attempt to relieve himself of his headache. He brought a paw with dried blood crusted around his claws to his head, crossing them over his face as he tried to relax himself.
You did well~ It was Mother’s sickly sweet tone again, the one who had encouraged his violence at the meeting. While it usually brought him comfort and validation, right now he only found himself annoyed at her presence. You asserted yourself beautifully, truly you are stepping into your position as a deity among them very wel-“
”SHUT UP.” Sephiroth’s growl was thick and harsh but strained from the amount of commanding he had done at the meeting wearing out his voice. "I don't need you right now. Leave me be, Mother." The male’s shoulders tensed, he pressed his paws harder to his face, and he grit his teeth in his frustration. Her voice was not wanted at the current time, and did nothing to alleviate his headache. The voice in his head seemed to back off however, her presence still clung near him but at least she was silent. He could very much appreciate that at least. He still shut off his mind just in case she forced herself back onto him.
He of course wasn't aware that anybody hanging near his quarters could've heard him very clearly, or even peer inside his chambers and see him on the ground in pain like a far weaker animal then he saw himself as. If anybody encountered him, he would consider himself highly humiliated.
[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.