Brightly Wound

N/A · 01-09-2014, 07:02 PM

Sephiroth

Sephiroth had been sitting nearby, always close to the heart of the pack since the end of war. He had found a new thing to be protective of, and that was his Valhallan family. Granted, he still didn't know most of them personally, but that would not keep him from his duties of protecting each and every one of them. His Alphess, especially. They had fought together side by side against a Glaciem enemy and the opponent had eventually fallen. And though Sephiroth hadn't won his match against the other Glaciem, he had still given it his all in that battle and held no regrets since that last talk with his beloved Alphess. He always strived to do his best for the pack, the wolves in it, and the close knit community that they all shared together. Valhalla was truly something he loved being a part of, and although his skills were advanced in more military and war standards, he would use his skills to teach his pack to better protect themselves in the future.

Dual toned figure stepped out of his chosen den. It was fairly close to where Chrysanthe held her meeting, on the other side of one of the large trees in fact. He came around the other side of the large trunk and aquamarine eyes stared at the Alphess as he approached, a dip of his head and a greeting to follow. "Good afternoon, Chrysanthe. How have you been?" He inquired politely as he took a seat some feet in front of her. He settled his haunches on the soft ground, tail curled around his paws as he sat erect and at attention.

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