Trade for Wolfy-T of their centaur Maury. I also wrote a blurb. I hope it's all in character :o



He had to admit the whole thing was really daunting. Maury couldn't believe he and Del and another centaur, Rikki, had been invited to open an all satyr metal band, Blood of Lambs. He heard the roar of the crowd in the little venue, a small bar that was home to several non human folks. The lead singer of Blood of Lambs came up to Maurice and smacked his whithers.
“Ey man, you're next right after Changelings.” He noted. The lead was Trent, a young satyr with bright gold eyes and a septum piercing. Changelings were an elven group that was tearing up the stage, the lead croon a old folks song about selkies, the electric violin screamed a violent melody. The crowd cheered as the lead finished and moved of the stage so Del and Rikki can set up.
“Not sure if I can do this,” Maury said nervously as the last band came off stage and grabbed smokes and beers to celebrate. Trent patted his more equine shoulders.
“Don't worry, you'll kill the crowd man. You and your boys will riot up the stage it will be killer.”
Maury wickered gently as a response.
Trent offered more advise.
“Tell you what bro, my first time on stage with the Lambs, I threw up. I nearly had a full panic attack I was so scared, but what got me out of the funk was the feeling of getting really high.”
“I don't get baked before show man.” Maury said lowering his long two colored ears. Trent bleated and shook his shaved head.
“Nah man, See in the old days satyrs go into huge lusty trances in when we rocked out. It's kind of the same feeling man. You get into this trance while you sing and soon you're just high off the crowd. It's better than pot, better than any spell. It's real and once you're hooked you can't quit.”
Maurice got what Trent was saying, he grabbed his guitar and heard Del practice on his drums a bit.

“When you get on stage to start up your first track, I want you to think of the coolest, most badass feeling you ever had, whether it was fucking your girl, or getting really drunk, or getting married anything that made you feel invincible. Focus on that and let out the biggest whinny-scream into the mike and riff. It will get you going dude.” Maury was going to get on stage just as he heard.
“Rocking Horse you're up!”
He turned to look at Trent.
“What was your focus?”
“Me? When I saw my daughter for the first time dude. That was my focus, that is what got me high.” Maury gave a Trent a small smile and galloped on to the stage. The crowd was this seething massive thing. He took a deep breath and focused on that feeling, that high that Trent was taking about. His eyes shot open and reared up, neighing loudly he riffed a deep cord. The energy was living and surged through him, as if like magic, his stage fright was gone. Del started up the beat as they scream into the crowd.
“YOU READY ROOOOCKKK!?”