cause you're the only refuge now / private; stockholm

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — MEMBER — 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 fire had exhausted Sephiroth greatly, that alone was obvious and couldn’t be hidden by any front he put up for others to see.  Normally strong, sturdy, and reliable was swiftly turned wounded and tired from the blaze that had consumed the mansion.  Not that he would admit; if anything it would be shameful to admit his weakness to somebody else.  Despite it being extremely obvious that he wasn’t exactly in good shape, he wouldn’t be weighed down by his injuries and was determined to keep working and able for the remains of the group.

The attack had seemingly left him even more defensive and on guard than usual.  Sephiroth could be found at the edge of the rocky outcrop that the group had settled on for the time being, sitting with his powerful shoulders and his head lowered.  The burn wounds were still obvious on his skin even after treatment, and they still stung of course, but he bore it.  His eyes, luminescent and seeming to glow in the dark landscape, were set on the ashen and ruined territory, the charred trees and decimated mansion in the distance.  Everything that he had finally settled into was…gone.  Just like that.  And there wasn’t anything that could be done.

That didn’t bother him much, what did was the fact that he had his guard dropped right before the whole situation took place, how if he had been more observant he could have possibly prevented this.  Sephiroth’s head was working through this emotions that before he either never had a reason to feel or just downright refused to feel.  Guilt?  Accountability?  Probably a mix of the two most likely.  Something he refused to share the word for.

Though his mind worked his body remained statue-like as he watched over the old territory like a silent sentinel.  His pale mane and pelt and sharp eyes certainly made him look the part of an ungodly powerful and ancient guardian.

#psychosocial.

[Character Graveyard.]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —The fire had managed to shaken Stockholm up, so he was still pretty anxious and jumpy from the event. But he was feeling a little better, he supposed. He had been happy that he was able to help out a few of the others with their injuries. He was learning and that was good. The pink-feline had been walking around the territory, carrying his herb-filled satchel, in search of those who could possibly need their wounds checked over.

The child quickly spotted Sephiroth, sitting on the top of the rocky outcrop, as if he was a guardian to everyone else. Stockholm did see the older male as strong- so maybe he was a good fighter too- though the last thing the child really wanted was for them to be attacked.

"Hello." The young male spoke, focusing his gaze upward towards the other male.

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — MEMBER — 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;"]A pale ear flicked backwards as Stockholm approached, soon followed by Sephiroth’s silver framed head.  His unblinking eyes seemed to relax as he recognized the kitten who had treated him earlier, and his general body posture seemed to soften a small bit.  Still on guard of course, his enhanced hearing stretched out beyond his current position, but he didn’t feel any threat nearby at the moment so he figured focusing on Stockholm for a little bit wouldn’t hurt.

”Greetings.”  Sephiroth would dip his head before he carefully lowered himself into a resting position.  He winced a small bit at the still sore spots on his body, but didn’t verbally protest at all.  Simply bit the bullet and dealt with it.  His eyes, their faint glow seeming more obvious now that his gaze was set on a groupmate, settled in a calm manner on the young male.  ”Are you doing well?”

#psychosocial.