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Art by . I did not draw this, I take no credit for it, posted with permission.

From 'Cheep Shot' -

The great general was seated on a play-matt on the floor, his black wings encircling him, his masamune poking up behind him like an exclamation point. Beneath his wings, peeping loudly, were eight very small children. It was clear how Sephiroth had kept the little ones from freezing during their confinement, and the smell of pudding, apple juice, and oranges spoke of trips to the lunch room to rummage for whatever food they could find. The glossy black pinions were sticky with juice and candy, and the silky white hair was tinted odd shades with finger paint and pudding.

“Not…a…word,” Sephiroth growled warningly as small children began to peek through the feathers.

Description
Art by . I did not draw this, I take no credit for it, posted with permission.

From 'Cheep Shot' -

The great general was seated on a play-matt on the floor, his black wings encircling him, his masamune poking up behind him like an exclamation point. Beneath his wings, peeping loudly, were eight very small children. It was clear how Sephiroth had kept the little ones from freezing during their confinement, and the smell of pudding, apple juice, and oranges spoke of trips to the lunch room to rummage for whatever food they could find. The glossy black pinions were sticky with juice and candy, and the silky white hair was tinted odd shades with finger paint and pudding.

“Not…a…word,” Sephiroth growled warningly as small children began to peek through the feathers.