There is a gathering and he cannot help but remember how much he hates group gatherings. They are usually pressed up against one another, close enough to smell sex and sweat, and all other sorts of body odor. Saphrax hates the smell (unless it’s the smell of sex - he loves that smell, especially if it’s him who has caused it) and so he stands at the back of the crowd. Not to mention, standing in the crowd leads to things like ruffling of his feathers. He has spent too damn long today preening and making sure all his feathers are nothing short of perfect. Why would he go and mess up such perfection?
The crowd is gathered around a youngers with a note. It means nothing to the stallion and so he slips away. He doesn’t care about relics or tempus or anything else they might be discussing. The only thing that would get and keep his attention was if someone were to slink their way up to him and ask them to put a baby made of fire into their belly. Now that is something he could get on board with.
And so, the stallion leaves the gathering and travels away from the unicorn statue and away from the crowd. He struts (because that is a far sexier way to move than a waltz) into the forest, his head held erect, his wings laying softly against his side. While everyone was running towards the stranger with the note, he was heading into the jungle.
Surely there was magic back here. He could feel the flow of magic through each root. He needed this magic like a person needed air to breath. More magic meant more ways to impress women. More impressed women led to more sex in a forest such as this. And more sex led to offspring. Saphrax had always said his goal in life to was to repopulate it with his offspring. Perhaps this was the break he was looking for.
STAFF EDIT***
@saphrax has rolled a 4! He has been awarded +150 signos.
