Saphrax had not heard of what had happened down in the steppes. He hadn’t heard that Denocte’s reject had challenged the sovereign of his very home, not that he really felt like this place was home anyhow. In fact, he didn’t care what happened to Solterra. It was a strange thing, really, that Saphrax had this very nonchalant attitude. Solterra had not been welcoming to him. They had not greeted him with open arms and made him feel welcome. They watched him with distrust in their eyes, as if Saprhax could really be anything dangerous. He wasn’t here to be dangerous. All the man wanted was for someone to think him sexy. But people did not like how happy he tended to be, how he seemed to focus on the exterior appearance of himself an others. And so, Saphrax ignored most of them. He survived here, but cared not what the rest of them thought.
However, as he heard the call of another announcing his kingship, there was a sense of curiosity that seemed to pull at him. Who was this individual? Surely not someone as sexy as himself. There was only room for one sexy, half-phoenix and that was him.
Steps took him closer towards the steps up to Solterra’s grand citadel. He sees the other and his bonded and he can’t help the way his lips curl into a disgusted sneer. Couldn’t he at least wash up before coming? If he even thought about getting blood on his court, there was going to be some words spoken. He didn’t look like the sort who would appreciate Saphrax anyway, so he had already decided he simply wouldn’t bother with the new leadership either.
However, despite his uncaring attitude towards the new king, he fluffs up his feathers and turns his head to preen them as he waits. He sees the others gathered and knows that more will inevitably come. If this was going to be a big meeting, at least he would look pretty standing here.
