he stumbled into faith and thought / rosemary

[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;"]The lion grunted at the first statement, allowing the silver tufted tip of his tail to twitch in what could be seen as an annoyed fashion.  "I had believed we had quite the savage reputation, and that our members had stronger stomachs.  I was simply doing as the Aspects demanded of me."  Sephiroth would half heartedly grumble, eyelids fluttering in a rare physical reaction most considered mundane but was a bit unusual coming from him, an alien beast that seemed to never blink.  It was just a day of events for him.

The male would allow Rosemary to speak without protesting, without interrupting what she had to say.  Sephiroth would avert his eyes somewhat as she went on about his position, about how he came off to the others as uncaring.  Hmph.  That implied he cared.  Mother had told him that he was above, a god among them as confirmed during the meeting.  For one to be above, others had to be beneath.  Perhaps that had gotten to his head during the gathering, the feeling of dark power in him caused by bloodshed awakening untold and unknown feelings in him.  Even without another one influencing his actions and words, he didn't regret.  Regret was not in his nature, it simply held him back.

Sephiroth hummed thoughtfully, settling his eyes back onto the smaller feline.  His eyes, all aqua hues and gleam with a reptile-like pupil in each sharp optic.  "I...suppose there is logic in that explanation."  He would simply admit, refusing to admit that maybe he had done something wrong.  It was weakness to admit in his eyes; he considered a lot of things weakness.  Especially with how life was here, how it was before, and how it was before before in forgotten memories of a life once lived now foggy and shattered.

He was going to make a sharp remark back, something along the lines of how the Rosebloods would have to get used to this way of life, but Rosemary was going to touch his nose and push it back into proper position.  Sephiroth would hiss in pain, baring canines in reflex and dragging the tips of long claws across the smooth floor of his quarters.  The Pharaoh, mortal even though he hated it and now founding himself questioning how the world perceived him, would exhale roughly again with a small wince.  Yes, it did feel better.  Sephiroth would look down his muzzle at Rosemary, consdering her with question waning in his eyes.  "...Thank you."  He murmured, giving his head a small nod as much as he could muster at the current confusion he faced.

#psychosocial.