ive been hellbent baby / ghost stuff + foreshadowing

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — LORD — 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 snarl and squeal of fear started off Sephiroth’s morning.

The Roseblood lord swiped at a pesky mountain lion ghost that had been crouched over his sleeping form, no doubt waiting for a chance to kill him in his sleep.  Apparently they weren’t the smartest creature out there, as Sephiroth managed to wake up before any attack could be done and chase the invader out of his home.  Claws raked across the ghosts side as Sephiroth pounced, wrapping his jaws around the spirits head and twisting, the spirit gasping in pain before dissipating into nothingness.

Sephiroth would grunt as he rose to his paws, his eyes still half closed in tiredness.  He would stretch out his body and part his dangerous looking jaws in a yawn as he woke up fully, his day clearly off to a sudden start.  As he shifted his muscles underneath his pale silver pelt, the lion would let out a sudden pained grunt as he shifted a certain way.  There was a pain in his back, the one side of his spine a little past his shoulder blade.  Sephiroth would glance at his form for any sign of external injury, but his body was clean and unwounded as usual.  Wincing a small amount as the pain in his back persisted he would shift his innards to see if that helped.  Had he pulled muscle?

Despite his small efforts to soothe his soreness it continued.  Sephiroth would groan quietly as his attempts failed.  He decided to brush it off as a result of his sudden waking, and figured that he would feel better later or the next day.  But it still bothered him, the usually unharmed and perfectly built silver beast experiencing physical pain.  It was a strange feeling to say the least.

#psychosocial.

[galexiux]

  Gwen was personally a bit tangled up... in... vines. Prickly prickly vines. With thorns. And pretty roses! She whined under her breath, caught tangled on her back with a strand in her beak. She pulled and pulled with all her might, kicking her tiny twig feet trying to break loose! ... but it was no use. She fell limp, panting. She simply could not get out.

  The jay perked up as she heard Seph's footsteps drawing closer. Hi Sephy! She cawed out. Filled with a brand new determination, she took hold of the vines in her beak once again, pulling and chomping until they let loose and she could wiggle free. If she was bothered by the small cuts caking her body, she didn't show it. The jay hopped up to the grand lion, her blue eyes full of joy. Good morning, sleepy head!

"SPEECH"

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[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — LORD — 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 lion got distracted by the squeaking of the little jay approaching him.  Sephiroth would sit down and lower his head and he focused on Gwen, who was clearly enraptured by him and all his silver glory and not by her scratches from breaking free of her binds.  The Lord mildly rolled his shoulder muscles, hiding his wince from the young newcomer as he was addressed.

He wasn't entirely fond of nicknames but at the same time, Gwen was only a child and deserved of correction.  Something deep in him told him to be gentle with her, something that came from somewhere deep and hidden and painful inside of him.  So he didn't correct her like he would do with others.  Sephiroth would lay himself down and cross his front paws over each other as he brought himself down to Gwen level despite the fact he was still hundreds of pounds of lion.  "And good morning to you too, Gwen."  The Lord greeted in turn, his gaze lidded and half sleepy as he looked the tiny jay over, taking note of her ruffled appearance.  "What sort of mischief did you get yourself into?"

#psychosocial.

[galexiux]

  Gwen blinked. Her face fell, devout of any emotion as her cheeks puffed out nervously. She would probably be sweating... that is if birds could sweat. She blinked, her eyes shifting left for a brief moment before she opened her beak. Nothing, she cawed. Absolutely nothing. She totally did not get up early in the morning to try to teach herself how to fly.

  All other birds could do it! It was... sad that she didn't know how. She knew she was a weird species to carry intelegence. She watched feral birds fly away all the time. Was there something wrong with her? She could always get a few feet off the ground... but... never more than that. She could never stay airborn.

"SPEECH"

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