Sun is Setting in the West

N/A · 12-03-2013, 07:59 PM

Sephiroth

Patrolling the borders was his main stay. He wanted to make sure they would not come back for needless fighting, and if they did then hell would rain loose on their parade. Turning away from the bloodied fields, he would heed the call of his Alphess. He had expected a meeting to be held soon, and hoped that there would be good news...swiftly his dual toned features carried him towards the heart of his pack, the deep bruises healing themselves since he extricated himself from the war. Shortly after he had spoken with Chrysanthe, debating whether he wanted to leave for his sake of training...or stay to protect the family that had so willingly taken him in. Indeed, Valhalla had become his permanent home. It was full of caring individuals who took care of each other, and he would do the same. Valhalla, he knew were not a pack of fighters...they cared for each other, preferring to put herbs and words to use, and so he figured that may have been their ill fated downfall in the war. Glaciem seemed to have been more prepared, and so Sephiroth would train himself here, a full blown warrior at heart and teach to others what he knew so they could better protect themselves, and their home.

Arriving on scene, Sephiroth came into view. His now thick wintry coat glistening in the dawn light, dual toned aquamarine eyes glinting heartily towards Chrysanthe as he respectfully dipped his head. To him, she was the strongest, bravest, and most worthy leader...for strength was not measured in muscle and brawn. It was measured in strength of heart and will, and Chrysanthe was the embodiment of such qualities. Swiftly he would take a seat near the center, eyes and ears trained on her figure as he waited for the meeting to start. No matter how bad things would get, he would be forever loyal to her.

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