FEBRUARY 2019 LEADER’S MEETING

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify;"] Within the rolling hills of the neutral lands lies a field of all to meet. The daunting leaders would arrive first, discussing important issues and the politics between the five (previously six) nations. Changes had been made and hopefully it did not stir up any harsh feelings between the groups, but there was no promises of a mellow meeting.

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — [abbr=he/him-lion-enhanced senses-mental manip-hard to fight-mention when attacking]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr]

[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 didn't exactly like being here either, but he had to keep image up.  He looked...tired.  A lot of emotions were running through his head right now, ones he either denied or didn't have words for.  He generally had a lot on his shoulders, and Mother had been suspiciously quiet the past few weeks.  He had no guidance, no help, not that he wanted any.  Surrender and admission of weakness were both incredibly shameful to him, and he would not stoop to that level.

The lion slunk to the meeting place, his turquoise eyes settling on Goldenluxury before anything else.  Ah, she was leader of the Typhoon now.  Time would tell if she learned and grew past her father's idiocy.  Sephiroth would only offer a tiny nod to the other leader however, a required formality while keeping his own thoughts to himself.  "May your leadership be long and strong."  Sephiroth's voice was his typical low drawl, no hint of compliment in his voice despite his words.  He would seat himself a good couple feet from her, folding his hind legs slowly next to him as he sat with his head high and eyes lidded, just open enough to not betray his mental exhaustion.

#psychosocial.