It seems oddly fitting that Saphrax has arrived precisely when he has. The irony is so abundant that Saphrax almost chokes on his spit when he comes into the air space of the day court. Here he comes, sexy flames and all, only for them to be hidden in a blizzard of wind and snow. He HATES snow and cold and everything about winter. This blizzard was certainly not helping him to make an entrance. Normally he would glide into the perfect landing, ensuring that everyone had eyes on himself. And yet…here he was, clouded by the snow and in fact, he couldn’t even see the ground. It would be highly unfortunately should the ground simply come up and decide to say hello when he was not ready. That would be a disaster and Saphrax simply could not take the bad publicity. He had to make an impression after all.
What was also ironic was the fact that Seraphina was hoping and praying for a fire magic to make it’s way into her court and clear the blizzard. Saphrax was definitely fire – a whole sexy body of fire. And yet…his fires produced no flames – not now at least. Saphrax could feel the magical energy flowing through his veins. It would not be long before he might gather his fire powers – that he might be restored into his former glory…whatever glory that might have been.
You see, my dear friends, is that Saphrax had never truly been anything of consequence. He had never held a high ranking, never fought a great war, never led a herd. In fact, he didn’t care about any of that mundane shit at all. He was just here to make an impression, to have all eyes on him, and flood this land with sexy fire babies. Goals people…Saphrax had them.
However, despite the blinding cold, Saphrax carried onward, his wings flapping with a sense of beauty and sensuality. His speed was slow as he finally made his descent, his altitude slowly dropping until he could finally start to feel the warmth that naturally came up from the planet’s core. It was with grace that somehow, Saphrax was able to land in a perfect fashion. Even if his visibility was next to nothing, he was determined to fake it until he made it.
Once he was sure all four of his feet were on solid, albeit icy ground, Saphrax gently folded in his wings and settled them lightly upon his side. He couldn’t even bear the thought of his beautiful wings to get damaged. Oh the horror!
Eyes scanned the Day Court – what he thought might be the day court. Head shook lightly, ensuing that his crest of beautiful feathers hung perfectly along his neck. The same was done to his tail feathers, ensuring that each was laid correctly after flight. After all, Saphrax could not afford any ruffled feathers.
Just ahead, Saphrax can make out the outline of a figure. Her color appears to blend in just slightly with the snowy backdrop. In fact, if he were being honest, Saphrax blended into the snow much better with his nearly white coat. It was his flames that blew his camouflage. However, Saphrax didn’t mind – he wanted people to look at his flames.
Steps lead him forward and towards the female. He can smell her from a mile away and she smells glorious. It has been far too long since he had been in the presence of the much fairer sex. The stallion continues forward until he’s at a respectable distance. Only then does he hope his lips to speak. “Excuse me ma’am, might you point me in the direction of the Day Court?” While he’s pretty confident that he’s already there, he needs to illicit a response out of her. He’s never been good at small talk, so this is the best he can come up with for now.
@Seraphina
