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Raven's Roaming: Greco Rae	By : DecieverGod Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 19349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The front door was unguarded. There was little purpose to place soldiers inside the house, particularly when outside, just within the plaza walls sat a band of sell-swords. Most were gathered around the fire pit they had constructed, lamb roasting atop the fire, though most of it had been picked clean and even the current patrols had some strips between their teeth.
All counted there were over a dozen men, of varying levels of consciousness and blood alcohol walking the grounds of Kitos’ family. Most were previously solders, or just Spartan men. Beyond the plaza walls were well traveled Spartan streets, not by any reputable men or women, but rogues and vandals, harlots and drunkards, as well as less personable things, and perhaps even a few things that weren’t quiet people.
Raven wandered the halls of the manor, the grey faux-nymph finally finding her way to the front, squeezing her lithe body between the doors and peering about the street with an exhausted anxiety. She was tired and trying very hard not to seem such, especially with all the people wandering the streets. The grey girl adjusted the robe that hung loosely from her frame in hopes of appearing like… well like something other than a nymph. She didn’t expect to be recognized as a servant of the house hold; actually she was really hoping she could slip away unnoticed, find a nice deserted spot near the edge of town and just start flying as far as she could. The only problem was that she wanted to get to Athens, and Kitos being the semi-clever bastard that he was had never told her where it was.
The moment she was out the door, two of the guards assigned to the house front walked up to her. Each had a small xiphos strapped to their waist, and one seemed rather upbeat, while the other certainly didn’t want to be awake at this hour. “May we assist you ma’am?”
The dark girl grimaced, mentally scolding herself for her lack of foresight, she really didn’t need this. “Oh, no… I am merely going home now, thank you both very much.” She smiled and nodded sweetly to them both, adjusting her satchel before trying to move forward. She began walking right passed them, hoping her answer was enough deception to let her.
“Ma’am it is quiet late, and many of the other guests have already left of decided to stay the night. It is not safe for one such as you to rove the night unguarded. Villains and unnatural things stalk the dark.” The man seemed genuinely concerned for her.
The grey teen sighed slightly and adjusted the falling strap of her robe. “Oh I think I can manage just fine… I’m young and quick, with a good head on my shoulders.” She laughed softly, winking at the guard as she ran her fingers through her velvet hair, hoping to the gods flirting would spar her their concern, it worked for Kitos… and so far from what she had seen all Spartan men were essentially the same.
Except for these men apparently. “Are you certain you would not rather spend the evening here? I am certain things would be much more accommodating to your travels in the morning, and the Lord and Lady of the house are already entertaining many a guest… such a fine young woman as you would hardly be imposing.”
The grey girl frowned slightly and nodded. “I am certain, I have much to do and very little time with which to do it, waiting here for a night is simply not acceptable… I must be off now but thank you very much for your concern, it is appreciated.” She gave a light huff and began walking around them, obviously a bit ruffled. She wasn’t really up for playing the role of an energetic young Spartan girl roaming the night, she was exhausted and just wanted to get away before anyone realized she had gone missing.
“I’m afraid, I’ll have to insist you stay ma’am. Your father would be most upset with us if we didn’t do our duty in protecting you. One wasted night is a small price for your safety.”
Raven held in her steps, and lowered her head for a moment. “Then one of you come with me.” She would not have this, she may not have the natural fiery personality of a Spartan woman, but she was not going to be forced to stay by some unsuspecting guards who couldn’t take no for an answer. She turned to them and gave them a weak glare. Her eyes flashing for a moment as the creeping sensation that the longer she stayed the greater the chance she would be seen as an escaping servant crept up her spine.
The two guards exchanged glances. “We cannot leave our posts ma’am. Please, delay your travels one night.”
The pale girl glared at the two of them for a long moment before a bright smirk, befitting of her fake title of ‘nymph’ slipped itself across her face. “You will have to catch me first!” She turned from them and bolted away as fast as she could, a slightly giddy sense of pursuit building her chest as she ran down the rough streets. Her bare feet ached as they clapped against the ground, and she hissed under her breath. She hadn’t really wanted to resort to this, but worst case scenario she could always just fly away in front of the guards and street urchins. It wasn’t ideal but she would do it if pushed. Again the two Spartans looked at one another before breaking out into a hard run. The two were in peak physical condition; even as they ran after her at top speed, they didn’t seem to breathe any harder than they had simply speaking with her. Their form was more than perfect as well, both of them running after her with one hand on their sword hilts, the other pumping alongside them as they charged. She turned to look behind her, and let out a light yip as she realized they were gaining on her, rapidly. She cursed and started trying to go faster, but she was far from in peak physical form, and as a matter of fact she could probably stand to go a few more rounds of workout with Robin, but that would have to wait.
She ground her teeth together as her exhaustion and physical weakness began to weigh her down. She really was the worst nymph ever. Raven let out a weak mewl and started running towards groups of people, maybe she could weave her way through and loose her pursuers. If she was caught and brought back, only the gods knew what would happen to her at the hands of Kitos and his mother, or any of the Spartan’s other organs for that matter.
The Spartan citizens of this hour however, weren’t particularly eager to be trampled by two charging Spartan guards. The men’s feet struck the gravel road with the force of a thundering storm; the heavy sound mixed with the image of the two armed and fit warriors charging down the road was more than enough to scatter the human vermin back to their dens and holes. “Cowards!” The pale girl shouted at the fleeing horde she’d been trying to slip through. She was out of breath and very annoyed.
The urge to fly bubbled up inside her, getting stronger and stronger with every step she took. “Tell me! Isn’t this considered leaving your post?! You should’ve just walked me home i-if you were going to chase me!” She groaned, talking only made it more obvious how dead tired she was, they were gaining quickly, if she stopped now they’d be literally on top of her before she had a chance at anything.
“That was before you ran.” The Spartans didn’t even seem to break their stride to holler back at her. In truth they were only chasing her because she had run, and if they were absolutely forced to give a reason beyond that it might have taken them a few hours. It was a sort of instinct for Spartans to hunt down and capture anything that showed them fear.
Raven groaned loudly and eventually slowed to a trot, huffing and leaning against a strange hitching post like object, her hand on her chest as she closed her eyes and caught her breath. “Alright alright… enough, you win.” She was smiling despite her irritation, she’d had a strange kind of fun running from the Spartans, and… well she placed the blame for her body’s other reaction to being pursued entirely on Kitos’s broad shoulders.
One guard charged down the road right past her, stepping against his stride and sliding through the harsh gravel. The other turned his foot into the road earlier and slid to a stop before reaching the young grey girl. Both slides kicked up some of the smooth gravel road.
The pale girl laughed softly under her breath, leaning against the wooden post and laboring to catch her breath as she lowered her head and shook with weak chuckling just lightly. “My… my, what a rush.” She held a hand over her mouth and arch her head back, calming herself as she got more air. “But you are the most ineffective guards ever.”
“We caught you didn’t we?” The one said, crossing his arms over his chest and closing in on her from further down the road.
“That we did.” The elder, and apparently the superior guard walked up from the other way. “Now how about you tell us why you ran in the first place ma’am?” He kept a hand on his sword, he was older and had been out of the academy long enough to have heard plenty of stories regarding harpies, changelings shadow things and the like.
She smirked a bit, rubbing her hand down her pale, exposed neck; she let out a weak sigh and leaned back against the hitching post. “Why?... Well you two couldn’t take no for an answer… Also I wanted to have a little fun…” She didn’t know why she said it like that. “You must admit that was more fun than just standing around waiting for trouble.” She smiled at the two of them, obviously much more awake now, her heart pounding in her ears. “And for catching me you both have earned a reward… I do not have much… Being a humble child of the wood… but what you ask I shall try my best to give.” What the hell was she saying?! “Short of returning with you that is…”
Both the guards raised their brows at her. “And just what might it be that you’re willing to give?” The younger took a step closer.
“I don’t think we should be takin’ any favors from her boy.” The elder kept his hand on his sword. “I heard the family son had captured a water nymph, I suspect we’re looking at her.”
The younger smirked a little wider. “So? What law says we’re not entitled to the… favors, of one of our lord’s servants?” He chuckled a bit. “It ought to be fun.”
The elder soured. “I happen to be partial to no fun. Let’s take her back, and inform the family.”
Raven mewled and tugged at the front of her robe, nipping at her bottom lip as she pouted at the older soldier. “Please… Please please please please please allow me to thank you for this wonderful chase!” She was begging them now?! “After all… there are worse things I could have done, and I didn’t… I behaved very well so please just allow me to grant you a favor and be on my way.” She pressed her hands together in a prayer like gesture and looked up at the old Spartan with her best ‘take me’ face, she wasn’t very good at playing the excited youth, but something in the back of her mind was driving her forward.
The elder soldier nodded slightly and took her by the arm. “We can have your favors.” The younger guard looked like he’d just received a rather anticipated gift. “Back at the house.”
The faux-nymph shook her head and began tugging at her arm. “No… No, don’t take me back! I don’t belong in a house!” She mewled unhappily and start making strange, loud, chirping noises, and while she made her scene, her powers began to take root. Small worm like black-things began to creep from the shadows and darkness all around the, making soft barely audible hissing noises as they slid along the rough gravel on their ebon bellies.
“I suspect that is why the lady of the house had the guard doubled this evening.” The elder began to drag her away. The streets were slowly being repopulated by miscreants, but the armament of the two seemed to be keeping them at a good six foot distance.
Suddenly a loud shriek filled the street, just as the dregs began to return, a great black bird bolted through the air, much lower than any avian creature would fly, it bolted toward the three as the young girl sneered at them. “I warned you… Please let me go.” She continued to tug at her arm as the tiny worm things began to wriggle out from between the gravel beneath the guard and herself, it was sort of like walking on twitching intestines.
Or maggoty corpses which the elder soldier had actually enjoyed the pleasure of before, he drew his blade, releasing Raven’s arm in the process and prepared to face off against the shadowed-things. “Hold wraiths! I shall not have you darken these skies!” He howled back to the shadows.
The younger of the two was less keen to engage the shadowed beast bird, and had actually taken a few steps back, before the pack mentality of the Spartan military kicked in and his own fear was cast aside by his senior’s bravado.
The great dark bird clapped its wings as it landed on the streets. It’s long neck craned backward as a jet of blackened purple flame spat into the sky. Four red eyes burned into the shadowed-thing’s skull, adjusting to glare back down as a dark echoing voice shook from the shadows. “Release… The Child To Me, Mortal… Or Watch Your City Burn.” It’s voice was doubled, an unspeakable din shook from the shadows to form words at the expense of the listener’s inner ear, while just beneath it, a soft echo of Raven’s real voice was just barely there. If any were paying attention to her, they’d see her mouthing the black thing’s words.
Raven moved forward slowly, gasping to the great puppet-beast, holding her hands up weakly toward it. In truth she was trying to hold it together, but it could have appeared that she was in supplication to it. “W-wait.. I’m here, don’t burn it. Mother.” She felt a great twinge of irritation; she deserved an award for this performance.
Not that anyone was paying particular attention to her, not when there was a large black fire breathing bird-beast to slay. Now two Spartan soldiers stood in the streets, swords drawn to face down the black shape. “A bold claim pheasant, this is Sparta, you stand on Spartan stones, defended by Spartan sword, Spartan spear, and Spartan Blood!”
The soldiers howled, even more pouring from their houses to stand as one against this threat. It was as if someone had struck a hive of very manly testosterone filed bees with a colossal black bird-shaped stick.
Raven smiled slightly as she was slowly walking from the crowded streets, slinking away as the great beast roared its anger at the upstarts. “You! You Who’s Blood Flows So Freely?! Match Your Spartan Swords Against An Immortal If You Dare!” The beast seemed to bloat and expanded before releasing a noxious fume of soot and purple smoke that began filling that section of the street.
With the street covered in smoke Raven took to the sky, adjusting her satchel and water pouch as she used the dark and cover of smoke to retreat from the loud city. That was Not how she wanted to escape, but at least this way the stories would be of the great defeated harpy, not the little running nymph that got away.
“Immortal, god, demon, beast or something else; none challenge the might of Sparta!” Spears fell into the wraith bird’s body, swords hacked at it and Spartans coughed up blood as none of the men present were willing to leave the fight. In fact others, men and women alike, were charging in to help their brothers, wielding whatever they could find. A large muscular man with a bit of a jaundiced look and a limp charged in right beneath Raven, coughing into his arm and swinging a colossal smith’s hammer over his head.
Raven was well gone by this point, flying back the way her and Kitos had traveled, a slight smirk on her face as the bird seemed to fade into the smoke as it was hacked and stabbed and slashed away. All that was left of the bird was a great laugh as the lithe nymph herself chuckled at her own ploy. She was up too far in the sky to be noticed by anyone who wasn’t actually looking, smiling slightly as she flew over the Greek countryside much faster now that she wasn’t hunkered down by someone walking.
The pale girl let out a weak sigh, Sparta slowly drifting back beyond the horizon, before her lay plains, then forests, and in the far edge of the midnight dark, a deep stretch of far off mountains. She planned on traveling some ways in some direction, before setting down and finding someone to point her toward Athens. At least she had some clothes now; she could continue to play the role of nymph for as long as it suited her, but she did not care for being naked among the Greeks.
The country side of the ancient time was not as kind as those from the age she hailed. Electricity was far from being founded, and without it the candle and the moon were the main and only sources of light at night, and beyond the veil of mother Sparta there were no major towns, and as the city-state drew off into the distance, the land and sky grew increasingly dark. It was not long before roads could barely be made out, and the only light came from the waning moon set in the sky above the ivory skinned girl.
Said young girl grew increasingly uneasy as she glided silently through the night sky. Now that the adrenaline of her escape was wearing off, and the warmth of the fire lit city throbbed from her lithe frame, she began to grow tired, and cold. Her satchel and water hung from her horizontal body as she slowly cut a path through the oppressive darkness. The old world had always been dark; she had no misconceptions about how dark, but it didn’t mean seeing was any easier for her. She did constantly check on the state of the ground below her however. It kept her awake and she had learned the hard way that it was always wise to know a few places to land, or at very least make sure she wasn’t flying out to sea. Who knew what was flying about in the skies or slithering in the seas of ancient Greece.
It took some time, but not as long as one may have expected, being able to fly certain sped things along. Soon the young grey teen did find herself floating over the edge of the sea, not perhaps the sea, but a body of water, with a coastline and a shore curved out beneath her. Stretching out far, to curve around the mountains in the distance, and then behind another hill back toward Sparta.
Raven was beginning to nod off. She couldn’t properly appreciate the beauty of the night shrouded landscape, nor could she could she maintain her altitude as she slowly began to descend slightly toward the ground. She slid through the air toward the ground, the pale girl letting out a weak groan as she snapped her open, trying her best to keep herself on her feet as she landed slowly in a nice open area. She didn’t want to be blindsided by another Greek ninja, and decided that some a nice open beach where even in the dark she could see at least ten feet in every direction.
She wavered slightly as she landed, her legs as tired as her mind. Once on the ground she set to work, dropping her satchel and water pouch to her side. She was already on the verge of passing out just standing there. The sweet salt air, the gentle rhythm of the ocean, the cooling but still warm beach sand between her toes, it was all quiet relaxing and after flying for so long, and having such a night, she was eager to sleep. Still, there was little doubt in her mind that the cooling sand would get absolutely everywhere, and she’d rather spend her time sleeping than tossing and turning trying to keep it out of her face.
Finally she sighed, and decided that this place was remote enough, she unclipped the toga from her shoulder, swiping it off her frame and stretching the white cloth out over the beach, before crouching back down and setting her satchel at the top to be used as a pillow. She was cold, and naked, and a little sore in places she’d rather not mention, but she was comfortable enough, and that was enough to send her off to sleep.
The night passed without too much event, the tide gently rocked against the sandy shore, providing a comfortable level of white noise for the pale girl to sleep too. The moon swept across the sky, and the world slept beneath the blanket of stars. Sure there were plenty of things in Greece that would’ve liked very much to have found a young girl lying naked across the beach, however they were asleep, and those nocturnal nightmares were far from the seashore.
The gentle breeze that blew across the young girl in her sleep did so with more fervor during the dawn. Raven was curled into herself, face buried into the warm of her satchel as she fought to keep the tepid sleep that had overtaken her so easily that night. The delicate little ‘nymph’ had slept hard throughout the night, but the cold wet air that settled across her was making quick work of her dreams as she roused from her coma like state.
Her eyes fluttered open and she sighed, finally giving into consciousness and sitting up and rubbing at her shoulder shoulders as she looked over the static beach. There still wasn’t a single sign of any humans, and the dower girl wasn’t sure if she should be relieved, or annoyed by the desolation. She did know one thing though, she was hungry. She hadn’t eaten since the previous day, and reached down to her satchel until she saw a small red crab skittering its way toward her. She was very tempted to simply flick the thing across the beach, but she remembered where she was. This was ancient Greece, everything was related to the gods somehow, and picking on a tiny little sea creature was just the sort of thing to bring the wrath of the sea god, Neptune, or whatever his name was.
“Poseidon, that’s it.” Raven muttered to herself gently scooting the crab off her things before opening the pack and finding herself something for breakfast, wondering vaguely where she should be headed now that she was free to wander the past. She should really be trying to find a way home, this was ancient Greece, magic was more abundant than clean water, there had to be a way out somewhere.
The young girl’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a rather large and rather sudden explosion of sand, fur, hooves, and horns. A Satyr leapt from beneath the beach, not to pounce on her, thank Zeus, but to pounce upon the small crab she has shooed from her things. The hoofed hairy little horned man pounce from beneath a thin layer of sand, and came crashing down on the defenseless little crab, got his fingers pinched for his troubles and then tossed the crustacean into the air, catching it, and crunching it in his mouth before it had a chance to launch a second assault.
Raven had just managed to shove a piece of bread in her mouth before the satyr’s appearance had scared her half to death. She jumped up, hastily grabbing her things as she tugged them away from the hairy thing, whipping her sandy robe up around her. In her fright she hadn’t fully comprehended what the hell the thing was, but as she stumbled back, slipping on the shifting sands and falling back on her naked rump, she began to realize just how screwed she was. “A… ahh…”
The satyr crunched his crab for a moment, chewing on it, well, like a goat, before looking over to the naked grey girl. The moment his eyes caught her frame, he smiled, swallowed the last bit of his crab brushed a hand back over his head, sweeping over his horns, and brushing his hair back before strutting down the sand toward her. “Helllooo.”
Raven did the first thing she could think to do. She hissed at him, her hair ruffling slightly as she scampered away from the goat man, her belongings bunched up in her arms as she backed down the beach from him. She knew what he was just from the looks of him, and the reputation there of, be it individual or just a stereotype of his species was already blown, they were horny trickster and she was NOT interested in whatever he was trying to sell.
He did seem to pause for a moment when she hissed at him, but it seemed more out of surprise than concern, and the moment soon passed. His faux-suave smirk was back in place as he shook his little goat hips at her and continued t slowly saunter toward her. His gait felt like something almost predatory, something that would end badly for the prey.
She snapped at him, ruffling even more as her aggressive behavior didn’t seem to deter him at all. “St-stay back you!” She said this through another hiss, trying to seem as unappealing as possible as she scurried to get her things back into her satchel. There was enough room for her robe, and she had neither the time nor the patience to put it back on whilst being approached by a goat man monster.
“What? Can’t we be civil?” He continued to smirk, and slowly strut forward. “After all we practically had breakfast together.”
The pale girl growled at him and shook her head. “No! You’ll steal something!” She was a bit cranky, and her stomach still growled from lack of food, and the sand between her toes, and cheeks, was annoying. “Why do you want to be civil anyways? You’re a satyr.” She was blatantly racist against him, or speciest as it were, she didn’t trust him, mostly because anyone here how had given her the look he was giving her had an alternate motive in mind, that usually involved her ass.
“Please ma’am, just because I’m a satyr doesn’t mean I’m a thief.” The goat man bowed his head to her, bowing low as though he were meeting nobility. “I am called Maetus, now what might a charming creature such as yourself be called?” He shot her a smile that were it advanced a few eras, would’ve probably peeled panties.
Raven stopped ruffling slightly, she still didn’t trust him, but she was too tired to keep up her aggressive act. “I am… Arella, nice to meet you.” She gave him a curt little nod then turned on her heel and began marching down the beach in the opposite direction of him; she didn’t even bother to cover her shapely, slightly sandy rear as she stormed down the coastline.
The satyr paused for a moment, clearly admiring her shapely rear, before skipping down the beach after her. He gave her at least a foot’s birth, but his eyes roved over her with fiery desire. “Ah ah ah, but might I inquire as to where such a lovely young lass as yourself is headed?”
Raven huffed, she knew he would follow, it was a foolish hope that he wouldn’t. “I am trying to get to Athens.” It was hard for her not to fall back into playing the nymph role, which surprised her a little, but it would be silly, and possible unhealthy to pretend to be a nymph in the presence of a man who probably had a few good nymph catching stories under his belt, or furry waist line as it were.
“Athens is far from here.” He said it like it were a matter of fact, stopping and starting as he walked beside her, switching the side of hers he strolled on every time he did. “Do you intend to walk?”
The grey girl grimaced a bit, but shrugged. “No, I was planning on flying there.” She was hoping her sarcastic tone would hide the truth of her words. “But I do not know which way it is, which is annoying.” She eventually sighed and stopped walking all together, looking to the satyr as apparently he wasn’t going to whip his shlong out and have at her like her ex-spartan master had, she’d give him a chance, for now.
“I know where Athens is.” Maetus stopped behind her, smirking with his hands neatly crossed behind his furry little rear, his eyes half closed and his chin raised.   The pale girl stared at him with a skeptical look in her eye. “I cannot trust you… but… which way is Athens?” She grumped slightly and began pulling her robe out again, she was going to eat damnit, if she was going to give this random satyr a chance with her trust. Raven set out her robe and sat down on it, satchel in her arms as she kept a wary eye on the goat man.
“Well if you can’t trust me, how do you know I’d tell you?” He walked right passed her, chin raised high, eyes only half watching her as he kept his hands crossed behind him.
Raven began taking out her squished piece of bread as she averted her attention to her food. “Because… you want something from me… Or is that lusty glint in your eye just an act?” She arched her neck slightly, and looked back to him, smiling slightly as she lifted the bread to her lips. “If I said I was a nymph would you believe me?” She was a bit curious, and talking to a mythological creature was a somewhat pleasant start to her day.
He paused slightly, looking back over his shoulder at her. “No, but a human might.” He smirked a bit and then jumped suddenly to the side, blocking her way down the beach any further and pointing at her. “Alright, here’s the deal. You have sex with me three times a day for the trip, and I’ll guide you safely out of Sparta and into Athens.” He smirked, nodding and putting his hands on his fluffy hips, or maybe they were his knees, it was a little hard to tell.
The pale girl stared at him for a long time, slowly chewing her bread as she seemed mentally frozen by the request, after she swallowed the bit in her mouth she scowled at him. “You are like… every other Greek I have met… erugh, how do I know you won’t just lead me astray after you’ve had your way with me?”
“Because if I do lead you there, than I get to keep having my way with you.” Maetus crossed his arms over his chest and smiled, rocking back on his hooves.
Raven rubbed her temple before letting out one more disapproving groan. “Twice a day… And you have yourself a deal…” She reached for her water pouch and popped the top open, the scent of wine burst from it, causing the pale teen a slight bit of nausea before it passed and she hesitantly took a sip.
Maetus raised a brow at her. “Three times.” He smirked a bit. “Three’s a magic number… three meals in the day, three sons of Kronos, three by three muses of the arts.”
The teen grumped as she lowered her pouch. “Two times… and I’ll throw in the added favor of me actually enjoying it.” She wasn’t gonna let him continually have his way with a her throughout a day, it’d halt their process, and she would wind up tired and sore like she had with Kitos.
“Hmm…” He pouted at her slightly, gave her body the once over while stroking his fuzzy beard, and then nodded. “Deal.” If one were paying close attention, they could already make out a small red protuberance appearing behind his thick brown fur.
Raven let out a sigh and smiled at him, before nodding back to show she agreed as well. She tilted back the pouch and sipped a bit more of the wine before offering it to him as a gesture of comradely. “Well since that’s over and done with, my real name is Raven.”
“Real name?” He took the pouch without hesitation, and then quickly drank about a liter worth. “How many names do you need?” He wiped his chin and handed the wine sack back to her.
Raven took the pouch back and shrugged. “I find it best not to hand out my actual name to everyone… I don’t foresee you using it to others frequently so there is nothing wrong with you knowing my real name.” In truth she didn’t want to alter history, or make a little quest appearance in it, which was why she hadn’t given Kitos her actual name. “Anyway let us be on our way… no point in lazying about here.”
She slowly stood up, stretching her arms out over her head, a few days with the Spartans had weaned her of her modesty, at least when it came to situations where it wasn’t really required, when they grew nearer civilization she would put her robe back on, but for now, she was fine in the nude.
Maetus smirked a little. “I suppose there’s not.” He crossed his arms and started strutting down the beach, almost the direction she had been headed. Athens was almost exactly north-east of Sparta, but to get there one had to go through, or around, all sorts of annoying things, seas, mountains, rocks, Spartans, so it wasn’t going to be an easy trip. “Athens is probably about a week, maybe a full fortnight from Sparta, if you take the roads.”
She had packed up her things and was ambling along slowly next to him. “And if you do not take the roads?” She lifted a brow at him curiously, and rubbed her tongue over her teeth, just tasting the strong wine that still puckered her lips. She was glad it hadn’t made her tipsy, but she still wasn’t used to drinking wine for breakfast, it made her a bit woozy.
“Depends on how well you know the countryside.” The satyr smirked a little more sort of very deliberately walking a few feet in front of her. “I happen to know the countryside like the back of my hand. If we don’t avoid the human settlements, we can be in Athens inside a week, if we do… it’ll take longer, but probably only a day or so.”
The grey teen simply nodded with his words as she really didn’t know much about the countryside anyway. “What other things might we worry about while traveling? Other than humans?” She was a bit curious, also she wanted to know why he could simply drop whatever he had going on to take her a week away. “Not that you would lead me into harm’s way.” She added quickly as she picked up her pace so that she wasn’t trailing behind him.
“Not deliberately anyway.” Maetus smirked back at her. “Well, sea monsters happen to have a sweet tooth for young nubile maiden, harpies happen to like picking off anything small and meaty looking… giants should be watched out for, but I’ve never seen one in Spartan land, I think they killed them all. Centaur run wild on the plains outside Athens, and they happen to have a rather poor view of men, and women… I supposed that’s about it in these parts… other than satyrs of course.” He smirked again.
Raven nodded slightly and looked up to the skies. “I didn’t have any problem with harpies on my way here but, hmm… Well as long as I don’t have to worry about being meddled with by some unknown great force, I’m fine.” She didn’t actually mention gods, she had heard the horror stories from Robin about the times Batman had faced a Greek God, Hades or Ares or someone, and she was none too keen to mimic that.
The pale girl rubbed at her naked hips slightly before clearing her throat. “Satyrs of course don’t get into fights over girls right? We don’t have any trouble with your kind?” She was just curious, to be honest she was going to drill him for more information of mythical beasts later.
“Oh we get into fights all the time.” He nodded slowly. “Very territorial creatures really, I stake out this nice little beach cause sometimes the sea nymphs sunbathe here, or ya’know women come to wash, or bathe, or apparently to sleep naked.”
The teen ruffled a bit and rubbed at her pale skin a bit more. “Well that is just perfect… I am going to tell you now if you do get into a little tiff with another over me or my belongings I am just going to leave you.” She sounded like a spouse scored and huffed, sticking her nose in the air and walking a bit faster, her pace allowing her to move ahead of him by a foot or so.
“Oh don’t worry, most of us don’t like to meet people, less they’re women.” Maetus said with a smile, then seemed to notice that Raven was actually a woman. Raven looked over her shoulder at him, adjusting her pack. “Oh? Well good then I won’t worry.” She smiled slightly before turning back to watch where she was going. “Tell me of sea monsters… what type are round here? What must I do to avoid them?” She almost a wiggle to her hips as she pressed the satyr for information.
“Oh we got your squids, your mermen, your serpents, your big octopus things… most of them don’t live on the shore though, worst we get inland is your curious young thing.” Maetus smirked lightly, chuckling at a particularly fond memory. “This one time, this one o’ the big squid things got its hands on a Spartan slave girl…” He grinned a little. “Tore her clothes right off.”
Raven snorted and stopped walking for a moment as she looked out to the water. “Well I’ll be sure to run by a body of water by you when I wish to bathe… I wouldn’t want to be molested by a squid.” Bad memories hit her as she recalled a certain tentacle wielding villain back from her time. The pale girl huffed a bit as she continued to rub at her skin, she was trying to get the sand off, but wasn’t succeeding very well.
“Well it’s not like I have something innate sense of things. I just happen to live on a beach ya’know.” Maetus skipped up to her, this time venturing almost right next to her. He was still eyeing her rear some, but his little red protuberance was gone, for now.
Raven smirked slightly and dusted off her supple chest, the sand was little there so it didn’t take her long to rid her pale smooth skin of it. “Tell me more… About other things we can run into… You mentioned harpies? Like the female man eating harpies?” She was trying her best not to sound like she was from a different time, if suspected she could merely say she was from some other country, but she just wanted her appetite for knowledge satiated so she wasn’t being very careful about hiding her ignorance of the topic at hand.
“Men, women, goat… nasty things, live up in the mountains between here and Athens… swoop down carry you away. The woman can get as big as a cow.” He didn’t seem much to mind, to be perfectly honest he didn’t actually know that much about humans, he knew more about supernatural things than natural things.
The grey girl perked up a bit, and looked back at him. “There are males? I’ve only ever heard about female harpies…” She sounded rather pleased, continuing to walk along the beach, adjusting her bare legs and enjoying the nice weather. There was something sort of freeing about taking a stroll nude… she would have to covertly go to a nude beach sometime when she got back.
“So let’s see… You’re the guide so lead the way Maetus.” She teased the satyr good naturedly, which was a bit less annoying because she was anything but good natured, but for the sake of making this experience pleasant for her, she was going to play the coy gentle human.
“That’s right. And don’t sound so surprised. Satyrs aren’t all about sex you know. We’re actually very intelligent creatures. My people are famed, our progenitor Pan is god of flocks, shepherds and the mountain wilds.” Maetus raised his chin and smirked as he talked. Pan was something of a point of pride for satyrs, the only one of them to become elevated to the level of a god. They even claimed him their all father these days.
Raven rolled her eyes at him and shook her head as she continued to trek down the coastline. “Yes yes, you are noble and magnificent creatures… I will have to get you to tell me some stories when we take a break.” She looked up to the sky and pondered for a moment more before shivering. “Let’s hope we have no Spartan company, I caused a bit of trouble last night… We should be careful to avoid them.”

“Are you the reason Sparta is moving?” The hoven man looked her over with mild interest. “They’re talking about marching on Lake Stymphalia.”
The dark girl turned a few shades paler than normal and laughed nervously. “Uh, oh… I might’ve… oh geeze.” She smacked herself in the forehead and growled. “Damn Spartans! Yes.. I think it might be my fault… I played a bit of a trick on them so I could escape…” She sighed and hung her head, feeling a wave of guilt just at the thought that she might’ve caused a war. “Stupid stupid Spartans.”
“Yeah, not the brightest candles in the stack.” Maetus began leaping from rock to rock as the beach became less beach, and more sea side mountain.
Raven skipped between them as well, not as agilely as the goat, but with a measure more grace. She was something of a more, gentle form than the satyr, and used a bit of dark energy with each hop to her aid. She couldn’t afford to accidently injure herself on a rock or shell, in this day and age the infection might cost her a limb. “Well… in their defense it was a magnificent trick, I’m sure anyone would’ve believed it were real had they seen it, just maybe not… declare war.”
She stubbed her toe on a rock and let out a slight yip, keeping jumping between the stones despite the raw red marks that throbbed on her delicate toes “Oh well… I’m sure whatever they’re fighting against will figure it out.” “Oh, I don’t think they actually declared war, it was just a couple hundred, marched out of town this morning.” He hopped skipped and jumped up the cliff side, only getting about six feet off the ground before hopping down to one of the lower set or rocks. “Probably just a family militia.”
She snorted slightly and balanced on a rock, swaying back and forth as she nearly fell. “Yeah, a few hundred… nothing serious.” She said sarcastically, stumbling forward off her balancing rock. “Tell me more about your kind? Your culture, your tricks? I’m curious.” She had something of a mischievous look in her eye, doing her best to hop after him.
“Well we’re almost at my house, you can look around there. I need to pick up a few things before we head out for a long trip.” Maetus smirked down at her, before hopping off his rock and prancing down the sandy rocky path. He darted around the bend, with surprising fleetness for how awkwardly he walked, and disappeared into a small sea cave.
The lithe girl followed as quickly as she could, eventually just giving up and fluttering after him a couple inches off the earth. Her feet sore and red from hopping over the sharp salt blasted rocks. Raven looked hesitantly at the cave, deciding she wouldn’t venture inside. She didn’t trust Maetus enough to follow him into a dark cave he called ‘home’. For all she knew he could be a changeling, or bastard of a satyr who would rape and ditch her… She definitely didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, so she waited, hovering awkwardly over the rough terrain.
She didn’t have to wait long, the horned man popped back out of his cave wearing what appeared to be a crudely fashioned backpack containing about twice his weight worth of supplies. Somehow he still managed to leap about as agilely as before despite wearing the thing, which wasn’t so much a compilation of cloth scraps, as it was a web of thread and cord with scraps of cloth thrown in to fill the gaps.
Raven lowered herself down onto a particularly smooth rock, and nodded to him as she looked him over for any obvious changes. She couldn’t find any. “All ready to go?” She tilted her head slightly, giving him a gentle smile as her hands moved to cover her naked front just slightly. She felt something more exposed standing atop a rock on the seashore, even if she’d been strutting about naked ever since she’d met him. She’d never actually faced him full on naked before, she’d always been turning of covering, just standing in front of him naked as she was, her modesty reared its ugly head again.
“Always, nomadic don’t cha know.” He smiled at her showing off some rather aggressive looking teeth as he did. “I’ve got just about everything we need, dried fish, grilled fish, salted fish, fish on a stick, shellfish… bread, wine, and all the essentials.”
The grey girl adjusted her satchel, still trying to cover up. “I suppose my supplies will just be considered extra for the time being then.” She looked toward the water and smiled slightly at the comforting sound of the waves. At least that didn’t change, in one hundred years or more, the ocean remained the same.
“Th-thank you Maetus… For this, I probably would’ve been lost for days had I not run into you.” She seemed a little reluctant to thank him, they hadn’t traveled together enough for her to believe he meant well, and would hold true to their deal. She would hold her end because, well, he was a satyr, if he really wanted her, he could probably have his way with her.
The satyr smiled at her, grinning deviously up at her. “If you really want to thank me, I have a few ideas.”
The pale girl huffed at him and stomped her foot. “Let’s just get going! We’re losing sunlight.” She should’ve known better than to genuinely thank a satyr. Raven crossed her arms over her supple chest and continued to watch the water.
Maetus snickered a little, hefting his pack and starting to hop down the beach once again, before turning to her again. “How well do you climb?”
She hopped after him, but couldn’t help but smirk at the question slightly. “Don’t worry about me.” She was Not going to climb anything, her foot was almost bleeding just from walking on these rocks, she didn’t need to ruin her fingers by climbing. She was going to fly god dammit, and that was the end of that. “I’m good at getting to high places.”
The fluffy little man smiled at her again, before effortlessly hopping up the rock wall that was the cliff side. He would pause every few jumps, looking back down at her, but before you could blink he was already half way up the cliff waiting for her with a smirk and a twitch of his tiny tail.
Raven stared up at him, but with a determined sigh and an little focus, she began rising into the air, following him up the cliff as effortlessly as he had leapt. She was very glad she could fly, it would’ve been painful to watch, and even more painful to climb the cliff if she’d had to.
She reached him a moment later, and cocked her head upward, inspecting the cliff face with a smug smile. The satyr spared a moment to smile back, but beyond that he was ascending the cliff side again just as quickly as he had begun. It was a little unnerving how quickly he could move when he wanted to, even wearing that huge pack of things. One had to wonder how fast real nymphs could move…
The faux nymph from the future continued up after him, a little irate as she had to occasional adjust her satchel or pouch to keep them from sliding off her shoulder. But not long after him she landed beside the satyr, letting out a pleased sigh as her bare feet settled down into the soft grass atop the cliff.
She turned her head, looking back at the water from her higher perspective, it really was quiet beautiful, if she hadn’t felt so hurried, she might’ve liked to sit awhile and admire the view.
Maetus on the other hand, did take a moment to enjoy the view. He’d chosen this place to live for a reason beyond food shelter and women after all, well actually those had been his primary reasons, but the view was a bonus.
Raven sighed slightly, closing her eyes and, breathing in the cool salty breeze as it flushed up the wall and over the grassy cliff top field. Her hair was rustled by the wind, tossed across her face and tickling the back of her neck, she even managed a slight content smile as her previous agitation fled. This ancient land really did have its appeal, it was almost like a dream. She would’ve liked to have stayed in, or have been born during this era, if only to escape the crude, fast paced world of her own time.
Though the satyr’s eyes soon strayed from the sea to the curvaceous girl standing beside it. He had yet to actually have sex with her, and it was definitely on the top of his ‘to do’ list. She reached up to tuck her flickering hair away, her eyes closed slightly as she stood there naked in the breeze. It was a rare chance and she was going to take advantage of it, although she did wonder why the satyr hadn’t said anything to coax her onward. Of course he wasn’t the one in a hurry, she was.
“So wanna have sex?” Maetus said with a smirk. It was an honest question. He did have a couple of times coming for today, if you figured that their deal included today, and it was a nice soft grassy plain, atop a sea salt sprayed cliff, really not a half bad place to dance the horizontal tango as far as places in ancient Greece went.
Raven’s eyes snapped open and a scowl graced her previously calm features. She huffed and turned around to glare at him, one brow raised as she gave him her patented ‘Raven’ glare. “No… Not right now, we’ve barely covered any ground.” She stretched a bit and gave off a soft yawn before turning toward him. “And I would rather not go rutting about in the open.”
“Well I hate to break it to you, but the plains are mostly open.” Maetus snickered a little starting to trek down the hill. He was right, the plain they were on was pretty open, oh sure the grass game up to your thigh, shoulders on the satyr, but there was all of one tree within any kind of distance of them, a nice large oak-ish looking tree, deep dark wood and a twisted kind of trunk that you stayed away from because something might’ve been living in it at one point of another.
Particularly here, where the tree might’ve been living at one point or another, in some more literal sense than most trees.
Raven looked about and shuddered as she got a chill. The ground was soft and grassy, so she couldn’t really complain about her aching feet, and she merely walked after him and muttered. “Well, then you can wait for dark… I don’t like being, ogled.” She huffed a bit, taking her water pouch from her shoulder. She was thirsty and the wine tasted good enough for her to carve it.
“Well encase you hadn’t noticed. You’re naked.” The satyr once again smiled at her, hopping backward out into the field a little further. “Not that I mind of course.”
The delicate girl nodded, waving a hand at him. “Yeah I know… but there’s a difference between being naked and being penetrated in the view of others. I’ve gotten used to being ogled in the first sense, but would rather keep the voyeurism on my behalf to a minimum.” She tilted her drink sack back, and took a nice chug of the bitter sweet wine within before closing it again, quietly enjoying the strong sensations that spun across her throat and tongue. “Do forgive me if I’m a bit hesitant, but we did just met.”
“Voyeurism if you’re watching, exhibitionism if you’re showing off.” Maetus winked a little at her, scurrying out further into the pasture, from a distance he really did look like a goat, a goat wearing a backpack at the moment but a goat none the less. Raven simply rolled her eyes again and walked after him. He really was a cheeky thing, amusing and very persistent. She liked him well enough for someone she didn’t know that well so for now she’d give him an inch and think on his request. It was part of their deal after all and she didn’t plan on going back on it, so soon into the beginning of their journey.
He did seem content to wait however, skipping merrily around the field, waiting for her before he left sight. He ducked about the lone tree lightly, before kicking it and catching one of several apples that fell ripe from its branches.   The grey girl finally made her way to the proximity of the tree and inspected it slightly as she watched the gaily prancing satyr go about his weird goaty business. The tree was nice and big and she could have a little sit down under it without too much worry, at least that’s what the inexperienced girl thought. She scoffed at the silly antics of her guide and sat down in the grass under the tree, letting the foliage come up and cover her lower half.
Maetus stood on one of the more gnarled patches of the tree’s roots, munching rather loudly on his apple. Apparently no one had ever taught the satyr to chew with his mouth closed, and he really did look like goat just munching away on the apple like that.
Raven couldn’t help but laugh as she looked over at him, her hands covered her chest, pressing into the nipples and moving the supple flesh together to form decent cleavage, she was doing this to cover up, not really trying to attract attention. She pressed her legs together and leaned back against the tree, sitting between two great gnarled roots as she looked over at her companion and then back across the grassy plain.
“What?” The satyr spat a little chewed apple as he spoke, but he did manage to look curious, like he’d done nothing to invoke laughter. Maetus swallowed and then before finishing his apple tossed it into the grass behind him. “Well if we’re not going to rut than we should keep moving. Lots of land between Sparta and Athens, thank the gods, and it’ll take us plenty of time to cover it.”
The soft girl let out a weak mewl and tilted her head back, closing her eyes and stretching out her scratched up toes. “Just a few more minutes, unlike you I have delicate feet and they need a rest.” She said this a bit smugly, as if having hooves was a bad thing, he would give her a few moments right? She let off another small yawn and opened one of her eyes to look over at him.
He pouted a bit and set his pack down with a thunk, before hopping off to busy about the grass. He found his previously discarded apple, and despite some dirt, returned to munching on it.
She crossed her legs out in front of her, and put her hands behind her head, arching her back as she wriggled to get comfortable. She let out a content sigh and began enjoying her little break, ignoring her companion for the most part as she was sure he would be happy eating while she took a few minutes to herself. She was still thinking of all the questions she wanted to ask him and all the stories she was certain her had.
Not that he looked to be the wisest of creatures, granted the scraggily goat beard and never brushed hair helped sell the wise old creature of the forest look, but the taut muscular abs, arms and shoulders, combined with that almost constant look on his face like he was undressing you with his eyes, even when you were already nude, just seemed to say ‘potential rapist’ more than ‘wise forest creature.’
The young teen just sat there dozing lightly, enjoying the warmth of the Greek sun and the cool breeze of the Mediterranean sea. If hadn’t basically been a sex toy for a Spartan for the first half of her time here, her whole situation could’ve been considered a vacation. She stretched a bit more and eventually slid down, resting her head at the base of the tree as she laid the rest of herself out among the soft grass. She was more than simply snoozing now, but in truth the events of the previous night hadn’t quiet left her, and she was still a little exhausted, she certainly didn’t feel like beginning a long journey anyway, and Maetus for all his hunting prowess, didn’t actually appear to notice she’d dozed off.
He was too busy hopping about the fields, plucking up and chewing on the particularly juicy looking strands of grass. Grazing like that for some time while the pale girl laid, enjoying nature at its purest until the nagging voice in her head, or at least one of them, insisted they get moving again.
She stretched, and rolled over, trying her best to ignore the tickle of the grass against her smooth skin, although she didn’t last long before the gentle nagging of her inner self turned into an all out alarm and she bolted up from her slumber, finding herself in that odd state of knowing she’d been asleep but ignorant of for how long. Raven looked around until she spotted the satyr, happily chewing on some grass, he’d gotten a nice little bald patch going.
Raven whistled at him as she slowly stood up, swaggering a little as she adjusted her satchel. “O-okay, we can go now.” She acted like she’d been waiting on him, rubbing at her eyes a little wearily.
His ear twitched when she whistled, and he stood right up, still slowly grazing on a mouthful. He wouldn’t chew with his mouth closed, but after he hauled up his pack and strapped it back in place, he hopped through the field like a pro, quickly cover an eighth of a mile before finding himself a good rock and standing on it.
Raven trotted after the goat, huffing slightly as she hadn’t even waited for her to follow. She was starting to figure she should probably just fly the whole damn way. Eventually she gave up on keeping up with the fleet footed satyr, and simply levitated a few feet off the ground, still well within the brush. Flying naked was a very strange thing for her however, and she had to hold her satchel so it wouldn’t slip as she flew. But she made quick time of her way over to the satyr. “You need to warn me before you start skipping away like that.”
“I apologize, I’m not used to having to wait for someone who needs to walk.” Maetus smirked at her, posing on his chosen rock before hoping back down into the grass. “You should probably be keeping low if you’re going to fly though, too high up and the harpies will spot you. Like hawks those things.”
The young girl thudded to the ground and trotted along a ways before looking up to the sky. “Didn’t bother me last night, and I was up pretty high… but I’ll keep it in mind.” She began walking in the direction he had hopped, just assuming they should continue that way as she watched the sky. She was curious as to what other creatures could dwell with her in the air of the era, whatever could it was probably say to assume it would be seldom as docile as an airplane or a goose.
“Oh, at night they’re probably sleeping. At night you have to worry about the Stymphalian birds, they’ll pluck you up and eat you whole.” He hopped from one clear spot to another, seemingly having fun just bounding about in the grass. “Or so I hear.”
The pale girl shrugged. “I got lucky I guess.” She scratched the back of her neck slightly as she moved along after him, just walking at leisure, although she kept looking at the sky, she was trying to hide her unease however, as she didn’t want her satyr guide to know his little harpy story had made her uncomfortable with flying.
“Stymphalian birds don’t attack things in the air, at least I’ve never heard of them doing so. They’re big bronze things Ares likes to play with. Hercules killed the lion’s share as his labor, but there are still a few flying around.”
She sort of gawked at the satyr, distracted from the sky for now. “You mean, Ares, the God of War?” She was still struggling with the concept of active gods, and true mythology. “So… huh.” She was actually really struggling to express her questions without sounding too, foreign. She wanted to know more about the gods, how to tell when one was working his or her mojo in the area, how to know when you were messing with someone or something they did or someone who represents them? She needed to know.
“No, I mean Ares the happy chicken.” This time he got to roll his eyes at her. “Yes the god of war, the Spartans are some of his biggest supporters, so the Stymphalians normally stay away from the city proper, but the further we get from the city the more we’ll have to look out. Harpies too, they’re another of Ares’ big supporters.”
Raven snapped at the satyr and tossed a tiny twig in his direction. “Don’t get all snippy with me, I’m not from this land… I need, to make sure things are the way I think they are. And with such active gods working on this land, I’m not entirely comfortable.” She looked back up to the sky as if she were being watched, and crinkled her nose slightly. Walking was monotonous and she really just wanted to snatch up her little hairy guide and take to the skies.
“What? Are the gods of your land dead?” Maetus smirked lightly, hoping further through the field. “Our gods care about their people, mostly…”
The dark girl grimaced slightly, hugging her chest. “Our gods are, absent… and rather like children with old toys, we do not get the comfort of caring gods.” She sounded a little forlorn, and the truth was that the wonders of this old world were lost to her modern one, and it hurt her a bit to know that such a fate could befall such a beautiful place. “But tell me, what must I know of your gods to traverse this land without offending them?” She seemed a bit more upset when she was asking him questions, than when she was divulging information to him.
“Don’t do anything blasphemous.” The satyr smirked lightly, hoping back and forth from clear spot to clear spot. “It really depends on which gods you’re looking to keep from offending, some of the divine dislike one another, so serving in the name of one can offend another.”
She hopped after him, just making her way through the brush as she kept her eyes upward for the most part. “Well in general, what is considered blasphemy other than serving a rival god?” She would really rather go unnoticed for as long as she could, but for some reason, the longer she stayed, the less she felt like that would happen.
“Well… depends on what the god hold’s sacred. Demeter for example takes offense at the destruction of certain flowers, Ares on the other hand doesn’t like it much if you stop a war, while his sister takes offense at the destruction tombs or scrolls.”
Raven winced a bit, rubbing at her hip, most of the sand had left, but now it was just a bit of a nervous habit. “I see… Well then I suppose I don’t have much to worry about anyway… until I get to Athens you can just tell me if I’m about to offend anyone.” She was sort of taking him for granted, but she was doing it knowing she’d be making it up to him later, so it was really more her way of hazing him. She figured after the battle her little ‘prank’ had started, maybe a god or two would be pleased with her, but she really didn’t care one way or another.
  "Until we get to Athens I doubt any of the major Olympians will care." Maetus chuckled lightly. "Maybe Hermes or Pan, but neither are particularly vengeful deities. Pan watches over the fields and my people, while Hermes guides travelers, or gets them hopelessly lost, depending on his mood."
The young girl grimaced a little and waved a hand. “I’m sure if I’m fast enough I can slip by them.” She wanted to take to the skies, but it was too dangerous, she remembered times when she’d been tackled out of flight, there was nothing quiet as awful as that painful plummet to the ground, and she really didn’t want to fight a flesh eating bird woman who was the size of a cow… She Really didn’t. So a bit cranky, but with her feet firmly planet on the ground, the titan popped over her pouch and took another swig of her wine.
  "No one's faster than Hermes. It's like a law. That may have been a little blasphemous." He grinned, though honestly her guide seemed more interested in his self created game of leaping from place to place while causing minimal disturbance to the surrounding grasses to concern himself too deeply with her irritation. Though he was still expecting to get laid before the day was out. He was planning a nice little sexual romp after lunch, than another after dinner.
Raven huffed at him, and thumbed her nose. “I might know someone who could give him a run for his money… No offense intended of course.” She didn’t actually know The Flash personally, but she knew Kid Flash, kinda, and she figured they were fast enough to bamboozle an old world god, at least for a moment.
She looked ahead of them and took another sip from her wine pouch. “Where are we headed anyway? So far we’ve just ambled through this field.”
“We’re heading west, north west to be exact. If we kept following the coastline then eventually we’d strike the city of Argos, and then Mycenae. That’s why I’m taking us west into the mountains, we’ll work our way through there, avoid the major paths and most of the people, come out north of the cities and find some way across the straight without passing through Korinthos.”
Raven ran a hand through her hair as she trotted after the hopping satyr. “Korinthos? Explain?” She had never felt so ignorant and stupid in her entire life, she was getting lesson from a hair goat man who lived in a cave! What she wouldn’t have given for a good book at this point, or even a map…
Maetus paused in his leaping, stood straight for once and sighed. “Korinthos is the gate city positioned inside the Spartan territory of Peloponnese. The land were on.” He kicked his hoof against the soft ground. “It’s Peloponnese. The only way to get to Athens from Sparta, without crossing a sea or two, is to go through Korinthos. We can probably sneak around, but the Spartan patrols in the area around Korinthos are always heavy, heavier if they’re looking for something, or trying to keep someone from leaving perhaps…” He smirked back at her.
She grimaced a bit and looked back to the sky before stuttering. “Y-ya wanna take a break? I’m kind of hungry!” She hadn’t meant to shout, but changing the subject from her possible notoriety in Sparta was something she really wanted to do. “Yeah I’m hungry let’s eat.” She took another swig of her wine and closed the pouch once more, perhaps she was a bit tipsy, but she was uncomfortable with this whole thing.   "I could eat." The satyr smirked a little and swung his pack down off his shoulders. "I've got fish, fish, fruit, grass, fish, and fish." He began digging through his pack with a bit of a toothy smirk. He wasn't really smiling because of the eating, but because he figured he'd get his chance after lunch.
The grey girl nodded and removed her own satchel and pouch, setting them on the ground as she sat back into the grass and let out a frustrated huff. She tilted her head back, looking up at the clear sky, grinding her teeth in frustration slightly, it would’ve been so much easier to just fly there, but she couldn’t now that she knew all that could go wrong. It was odd, being careful, after all in her time she rushed into battle, but here if she was seriously injured by some strange bird thing, and even managed to survive the encounter, she wouldn’t survive the recover, not in this time period.
Not without some divine intervention at least.
Intervention which to hear Maetus tell it was far less likely than mythology would lead you to believe. Sure she was a stranger in a strange land, and that had probably caught some god’s attention, but the actual probability that she would perk the interested of a deity as anything more than a story to watch was very slim. Of course most of the gods were horny bastards, and she was parading herself about butt naked…
She ran a hand over the back of her neck, rubbing the delicate digits into the tender muscles there before looking back to her companion. “Well, fish sounds like out best bet, so I have some bread, let’s just eat quickly and then get moving.” She felt, vulnerable, out in the open, and was making a show of pretending not to be so paranoid about it. The pale teen turned to the sky again as she opened her satchel to tug out some of her roughly squashed bread.
"Alright." The satyr pulled out about three skewers of fish, each of it was grilled and dried and salted though some appeared to be going a little bad. Maetus bit into one right off the bat and started chowing down like he hadn’t been spending most of his time eating one substance or another since they met, offering Raven a stick while he chewed his up, meat bone stick and all.
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