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Saphrax is expecting a pleasant greeting, but instead, he’s met with a cold stare. If it were not so damn cold outside, he might assume that her stare was the thing that was making him shiver. It’s cold, much colder than he had seen in a long time. She was stressed, or so he assumed. He might not know exactly why her eyes made her appear far older than she probably was, but he knew enough to know that he should probably tread lightly around her. And yet, Saphrax has never been one who easily dances the line of politically correct. He is usually the one who is the exact opposite of politically correct.

As he stands there, he can feel her eyes on him, watching him, studying him. As if on cue, the vain stallion seems to arch his neck to make himself appear more beautiful than if he were relaxed. He lets his feathers flicker, drawing her eyes on his wings, his crest, and his tail feathers. While he might have the body of a stallion, he had the feathers of a bird – a testament to his half-phoenix heritage. Saphrax had to admit, even in the blizzard, he was looking sexier than ever.

He asks her where the day court is, hoping she might be able to point him in the right direction. This was the place he was asks to go to and it was here that he had flown to. At her words, he nods his head in understanding. “Good…because I detest the cold.” While he can occasionally admire the beauty of a snow-stricken forest or field, he does not want to live there permanently. “What is it normally like?” Perhaps he should have done a little more research on the Day Court to know that it was normally a hot desert – another thing Saphrax is not particularly found of, but it would remind him of home.

When she asks what brings him here, he recoils at the term stranger. While he supposes that he is in fact a stranger, he doesn’t want to be seen as such. He’s old enough to read between the lines, to see that she was wanting to know if he was friend or foe. “My name is Saphrax…and I come in peace.” Stereotypical, he supposes, but he doesn’t really want her to feel threatened. If she feels threatened, she might attack, and his skin was perfect and pristine. He did not want to risk her making him bleed over his beautiful white coat.

He tries to relax his posture, to appear as least threatening as he could. A fight was not what had brought him here. “I was told your court needed bodies. I’m new to Novus.” He had been wandering for far too long and it was high time he finally settled down for a little while. At least, he hoped he could settle here. From her cool greeting, he was a little worried he might not be offered a place to stay.

@Seraphina














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when the chips are down - by Seraphina - 10-17-2018, 07:40 PM
RE: when the chips are down - by Saphrax - 10-18-2018, 04:29 PM
RE: when the chips are down - by Seraphina - 11-08-2018, 07:19 PM
RE: when the chips are down - by Saphrax - 12-11-2018, 09:12 AM
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