dont you know that you're toxic / MOVING

[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;"]It was the crack of dawn.  The winter sun was only peeking over the canyon edge, what remained anyways.  There was no protection from the breeze of morning as Sephiroth stepped out of the shadows and into the newborn light.  His silver maned glistened, a stark contrast to his appearance days before.  There were very few possessions he owned; save for the small handful of inky black feathers Spiritus had given him moons back.  They were tucked discreetly in his mane.

The Pharaoh would exhale with effort, though calmer and more collected then before.  He had alerted his groupmates of this the day before, so hopefully most would be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the trek.  He had stretched his senses out enough to find someplace to settle, hopefully it would work out better then before.

"Rosebloods."  His typical call, low and smooth and deep, was steady and sure.  "Move out.  Stay together, if you must break off from the group bring somebody with you.  Speak up if you need possessions carried, i'm sure somebody would be willing to help you."  Sephiroth was too focused on the task ahead to offer up his own services.  He was sure somebody else would step up, they always did.

With that he took his first steps out of the shade that made of the ruins entrance and towards an exit of the canyon, stepping foreword into a new path for the group he lead.

(feel free to make threads that place during the move!!  there's also gonna be an ooc thread discussion about landmarks and expanding the new territory!)

#psychosocial.