NO FUCKS GIVEN / burning religious effigies

[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 smell of smoke once again that arose Sephiroth from his slumber, followed by the soft sounds of bodies hitting the ground outside of his quarters.  The lion would slip the shadowed maw of his temple, catching sight right away of the crumpled black bodies on the ground around camp.  He approached one with a soft snarl, scooping it into his jaws before his caught of a fiery glow in the far away distance of his peripheral vision.  If the Typhoon wanted to light the camp ablaze again they would need to do better, this land was mostly building of stones and cold material and would need better fuel.

It turned out to be the Pitt this time around, burning models of the Aspects right near the Roseblood's land.  How amusing.  Would they be so inclined to disrespect the gods that lived here if he dragged one over the wastes and dangled them above the unhinged jaws of one of Ignis's serpentine servants?  In the grand scheme of things this was nothing, and if a problem arose, well, sacrifices and ceremonies were always an option to appease the gods.

Sephiroth dropped the body of the crow in his jaws to the ground with a soft sound, looking at the pair of Pittian that foolishly hung around the area.  The Pharaoh's aquamarine eyes gleamed darkly in the firelight, the flames catching the hypnotic colors in his most expressive features.  "Jiyu,"  His voice was steady as ever, his eyes remaining on Ninazu and Rhia as he spoke.  To the corners of his black lips curled upwards slightly in the tiniest of cruel and mocking smiles, a confident and arrogant look on his ghostly features.  "Get everybody to pick up the bird bodies in our territory; we'll be feasting tonight so long as these fools didn't have the foresight to poison food before dropping it on our laps.  If they're clean, well, we thank you both dearly for the holiday gift."

The shine in his eyes seemed to brighten as he lifted his chin, glancing briefly at the burning structures before speaking once more.  "I do admit the dedication is somewhat..admirable.  But still.  Pathetic really."  Sephiroth clicked his tongue like a disapproving parent and shook his maned head.  "To think that this could stop us from pleasing our gods.  In fact, perhaps we should double up on the sacrifices next time?  Perhaps hold a festival before we do the deed, truly celebrate the deities that keep us protected from the likes of you and your flea-bitten misfits, hm?  Do not think we can be stopped, it will only bring about your demises if you don't play carefully."

The male would stick around after his monologue, standing like a statue before the enemy with no fear in his aristocratic face.

#psychosocial.