nothing personal / during the journey to the new territory

[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 trek to the new territory was something Sephiroth both anticipated and dreaded.  He was a hardy beast, but if the cards weren’t played right new and dangerous land could prove challenging to manage.  It was the trip to the new base that left him on edge, his senses outstretched and alert more than ever.  The thought still lingered at the back of his mind that if he was more keen in the ear he could’ve prevented the fire, but he choose not to linger on the past too much when the future was right ahead of him and demanded full attention.

Which is why he found himself racing through the open landscape between new and old territory with his paws thundering on the ground chasing after an elk that had been unfortunate enough to catch his eye.  Another thing about the Roseblood is that he never gave up, which was both an advantage and a disadvantage at the same time.  He had been tailing the large prey animal for a little bit now and his pale sides were starting to heave, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, and his vision was starting to blur ever so slightly.  His feet still carried him forewords as the elk ran a straight line with a bleat for help that didn’t come.  No one dare to challenge a hungry predator as persistent as Sephiroth.

His salvation and victory came when a rocky wall that made up a Cliffside came in front of the terrified prey, and it was forced to balk and try to sprint to the side.  But the pause gave the lion just enough time to take a sideways step and lunge foreword to grasp the elk by the throat with his teeth and wrap his forelegs around the neck and shoulders.  A scared call came in the horrifying last moments of life from the prey as Sephiroth hauled the creature down to the ground and a jerk of the head and a harsh snap of bone ended the life of his victim.

Sephiroth grunted softly as he brought himself to his paws, grabbing the elk’s lifeless form by the throat as he lifted it up and started the haul back to the rest of the Roseblood group.  Everybody could use a good warm meal to replenish their energy on this trip and especially after everything that happened in the past few days.  He didn’t search for praise at all, but he hoped his work would at least be appreciated.

#psychosocial.

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the move was taking an obvious toll on the group; it was a long journey from their old, burned forest to this new and dangerous desert. prestige had taken to carrying a couple of their children on his back for a majority of the way, but from time to time he paused to allow them rest. he knew his members were tough, but with everyone on edge and stressed and all of the accompanying emotions, they needed to stop every few hours.

he had seen sephiroth break off from the group some time ago, barely catching a glimpse of what the lion had gone after. the snow leopard paused the group after a while and padded back along the path to see if he could find the other, leaving their protection to jiyu, pey, and the other strong creatures there. stone blue eyes finally settled upon silver fur dragging dark brown through the thinning woods, and with ears perked forward, the pharaoh smiled lightly. "good catch," he rumbled, padding forward to meet sephiroth and taking the back legs into his jaws to help carry it back.

the others would be glad to have a good meal, especially after the lack of food recently. it would give them strength to keep moving forward and help to brighten their spirits some; with the prey seeming to have moved with them, the eating would be good for some time, he hoped. prestige curled his tail lightly as he and sephiroth padded on. through his teeth, tongue thick with elk, the male murmured,"how are you faring?"

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RIZER is a MANTICORE that stands at a height of 5FT, like all his kind he has a barbed tail and like some he also has WINGS , much of his form is also scaled past his mane. He resides within the ROSEBLOODS. his parents were EURYDICE TARGARYEN and DOMERIC of an old site litter. he is the incarnation of the PALE ASPECT aka DEATH of the 4 heralds, he also has amnesia of past lives.

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"One thats well needed" was the comment on Prestige's own words bout the catch - death eying the carcass idly, the soul passing by quietly to his eyes, with a minute nod from the manticore, it's life would serve the group - a worthy death.

he had his own entourage that fllowed him in the blistering heat, seeking the cold feline's presence when the heat grew overmuch but the Targaryen seemed largely unbothered about it.

[align=center]FIRE AND BLOOD

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RIZER TARGARYEN

But what is this that I can't see, With ice cold hands taking hold of me?

© ceilidh