semi-automatic mouth // false alarm

[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 would look between everybody that had surrounded the scene, his lips turned into a frown and his eyes narrow.  He stood in a defensive stance now, front legs parted slightly as he tensed his shoulders and back.  His sharp and naturally icy gaze moved around, his body stone still and hard regardless.  He was being challenged again, that much he knew.  And he didn't like it.

At the repeated statement that Vagabond had no knowledge of rules or standards of group life, Sephiroth would snort.  "Then learn.  Simple."  He would state harshly something that was incredibly obvious to him.  Goldenboy had come along to try and defuse the situation, then Jiyu had put in her own two cents.  Jiyu was one of the few he trusted right now, one of the few he could rely on, so of course he would stand up for her.  She didn't want it apparently, and he was willing to allow her to stand up for herself.

Sephiroth would look at Goldenboy, his eyes hard but his expression more neutral despite his down-turned head.  "I accept."  His voice remained low, lifting his head up wit ha swish of his silver mane as he turned away from the group, muscles visible and hard in his back.  His largeness, his power, the possibility of violence lapping at the surface, was obvious.  "I'll be at my quarters when you're ready to speak with me."

#psychosocial.