you were clearly meant for more then a life lost in the war / culture stuff

[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 had holed himself up in his den for the past day and a half but eventually figured that he needed to eat something.  It took much more effort then he wanted to put in, but it was something he needed to do.  He did it alone without telling anybody where he was going however, he wanted to be left alone as much as possible.  He was physically well enough to manage on his own.

The silver lion would return to the ruin base with a hare in his jaws, the best catch he could make out in the desert.  with simple prey in his jaws and the tired look in his eyes, he looked surprisingly normal and mortal despite his ghostly look.  Without Mother in his head, maybe he even felt slightly normal despite that he could still feel her presence clawing at him and snarling to get back into his mind.  He was lonely, but the calm in his head was worth it.

Sephiroth would grunt, settling down to lay in a shaded corner of the territory, shaking the hare's limp body in his jaws as he laid down to feed.  The lion would take a bite, catching sight of something caught between the pair of ears of his catch.  Mildly intrigued, the male hooked a claw between the object, finding it to be a flower.  Bright red with a black center, rounded petals curled around.  A red poppy, something he hadn't seen in the jungle or desert so he presumed this animal must've traveled very far and got it caught on their body somewhere alone the way.

He examined the flower with his sharpened feline gaze.  Without any influence over his actions Sephiroth was free to think as he pleased, to allow the cogs of his head to work out possible ideas and meaning.  Hm.  Gears had turned, perhaps this little spark of an idea he had could evolve into something for the group, to work in the identity department of the group.

#psychosocial.

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

The little details were important. There was no reason to look into something too much, as it might as well save someone's life if they did so. Vagabond learned that early enough when he had been a cop in the very beginning of everything. One could consider him to be the likes of a victim because of how he turned out to be, later on, one against the law completely and going from there. The Hellhound had no reason to follow the law that was presented to him, as half the time it made his life extremely boring and he would much rather be doing something else. If he was going to be hunted, that was fine with him as he was used for it. Although, he didn't seem to realize how outmatched he would be against animals that had always been animals, compared to him who barely knew how to fight in the current body that he had unless he was using his knives to deal a large amount of damage.  Vagabond was still learning something new every day when it came to the abilities that he was capable of using. In the middle of torturing someone to death, the Hellhound had managed to look into someone's mind. Which could probably be taken as a good or bad thing, he wasn't quite sure yet. Either way, he was getting stronger the more each day passed, but there was still the question if all of this was real and if it even mattered. For a human to be able to think into the concept with everything that was happening, he was fairly certain that he had gone insane to think something up that was this crazy in the first place.

Vagabond didn't know where else to turn, as trying to voice his concerns with the crew wasn't an option as he was supposed to be the guy that was calm and collected despite how stressed and concerned he was all the time. Vagabond didn't know who Sephiroth was, and had never heard the guys name either. He had only interacted with the guy once, and that had been when the lion had come up to him when he was cleaning after killing two animals in the same time. Vagabond wasn't intimidated by the lion that much was for certain, and he would much rather be off on his own. The 6ft tall hellbeast was making his way through the forest, not really caring where he was going. His knives were stained with blood thanks to his most recent act a couple moments ago. He had washed before coming to the Rosebloods again, as he didn't like blood clinging to his fur, so that meant that he was going to have to wash off his tools near a body of water or something. While he was walking, he almost didn't notice Sephiroth on the ground looking at the flower in his paw, until he was able to catch sight of the other through the corner of his eye. He had stopped mid-step and turned his mask covered face to look at the smaller animal. He was just.... staring at a flower. That couldn't be a good sign, was it. His twin tails moved behind him, stilled for a moment before they continued to move again. "You must have really lost it if you're memorized by some flower." Vagabond mocked the other. As a human, he could go anywhere he wanted and get a large bouquet of flowers, and ask for whatever flower he wanted and they'd get it for him for a price. So, to see someone going head over heels for a flower, was certainly strange and screamed crazy in his head. Not that he wasn't crazy.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Eddie didn't understand Sephiroth. Nor did Eddie really care to. Sephiroth was fucked up, had a god complex, and talked to his mother, who was in his head. Not that the latter was particularly true anymore, but Eddie didn't know that.
.. Eddie, of course, had witnessed Sephiroth coming back with the hare. He hadn't seen the lion around a lot, lately, which was .. potentially concerning, but not a huge deal, at least not to Eddie. What was a little more concerning was the fact the hare had been wearing a flower when Sephiroth had caught it. But, Eddie wouldn't waste time on the details, lest he fucking lose it. And damn, if he wouldn't cause havoc when he lost it.
"What's so interesting about a flower?" Eddie asks as he approaches, face slightly scrunched. Eddie couldn't recognize what type of flower it was, no matter how popular it was. It was just .. red. So, why was the lion staring at it? Ah, the mysteries of the universe.