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Raven's Roaming: Greco Rae	By : DecieverGod Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 19345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Raven took the skewer with a little hesitation, her hunger directed the movements of her fingers, and her brain was rather cut out of the equation. She lifted the salted fish to her mouth and snapped down into it, tugging the scales and fins to remove the none edible parts, spitting them out to the side, before she started more delicate work, picking the flesh from the bones would be a shore, but by the taste of the little morsel it would be worth it.
Maetus finished his fish in prompt order before reaching into his pack and taking out a loaf of rather moldy bread. The satyr ripped it in half, pulled a wine skin out of his rapidly deflating pack, and took a heady swig.
She are much slower than him, avoiding any particularly nasty bits as she tore small chunks of fish flesh from the bones with her fingers, sniffing and testing it with the tip of her tongue before putting it in her mouth. She didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry, unlike her comrade she couldn’t digest Everything, she had to be careful because, once again, the reality of what would happen were she to become ill or injured in this time weighed on her.
Once she had picked what bits of meat she could from the fish she offered the rest to Maetus and reached to her own pack for one of the strips of dried meat she had stolen from the Spartans. The satyr took the remains from her, tossing it into his mouth and washing it down with a swig of wine before offering her the non-moldy half of bread. Then after chewing on his fish-bone and wine mixture, he chugged it down and offered her his wine skin.
She held up a hand in polite decline as she popped the end of the salted meat in her mouth, chewing on it with eagerness as the overly saltiness just made it all the more appealing. She’d finish her own meat then move onto her wine. She didn’t want to bust through his provisions before she finished her own.
Maetus put his things back in his pack and then pulled what appeared to be the lion’s share of his pack free. Hay wrapped up and bound tightly together. The satyr licked his lips and pulled a strand from the bundle, running it slowly beneath his nose before nibbling on the bottom.
Raven snorted slightly as she gnawed away half of her meat, chuckling slightly at the whole hay thing. She had made fun of BB for grazing before, but this was almost ridiculous. She untwisted the top of her water pouch and washed down the last of the salty meat with the bitter sweet wine. Her head was already a bit fuzzy from drinking so much, but she wanted to finish the wine without wasting it so she could fill up the skin with something less likely to kill her liver.
Her guided nibbled on his hay like it was a rear treat, which to be honest it was. He didn’t have the ability to gather hay himself, or at least not farm it. So he’d had to steal what he had, and while he was plenty fast enough to get away, there was still something obscenely dangerous about stealing from Spartans.
The pale teen downed the majority of what was left in her water pouch and gave a definite hiccup, before covering her mouth and putting the small bit of meat and what not that she had taken out, back in her pack. She was slightly flushed, her eyes were hazy and half closed, the ancient alcohol clouding her fatigued mind.
Maetus paused as he finished his strand of hay. He could tell she was flushed, it wasn’t hard given her natural skin tone, and the hiccup was pretty clear too. “So… after eating, how about you make good on the first part of your deal?” He smiled over at her, spreading his legs slightly, just to show off his fur covered man package, and be a little more comfortable.

Raven swaggered a bit but rubbed at her shoulder and shook her head. “N… no we should make better time… We need to at least get out of this field… it’s so open here.” She slurred a bit but more or less didn’t change from her regular personality. She was only slightly drunk, really, but it was enough of a window for the satyr to squeeze some hot love out of… if he was persistent enough.
“Well, if you insist. I will be expecting it sometime though… I don’t intend to lead you if there’s a doubt as to your honestly.” Maetus smirked a little taking a few more bites of his bread before beginning to put things, like his hay, back into his pack.

The girl scrunched up her nose, and picked up her pack, slinging it over her shoulder. “I may not be a nymph… but I do believe I have the teasing nature of one… you will not get my affections by asking.” She swaggered a little as she stood, looking lightly about, unwittingly confessing that her reluctance.

“Oh?” The satyr finished stocking his things back away. He stood himself, leaving his pack at his side. “Then pray tell, how might I be winning your affections?” He smirked at Raven’s rear quiet deliberately.
The thin girl tilted her head back to the sky and smiled slightly. “A very cranky Spartan won my affections roughly… but I ran away because of that harsh man handling. I do think a nice game of chase would ear you a more re… mkgkldsim” The pale girl blinked for a moment, furrowing her brow as the language she was speaking failed to be Greek, her spell had worn off again.
She couldn’t recast it in her inebriated state not that had too much the mind too. She winked to Maetus, stumbling drunkenly forward; she bolted away from him in a weak attempt to appear as very nymph like as she could.

Maetus pursued her, his god-given fleetness serving him well as the satyr cut a quick line through the tall grasses, bounding up and down a couple of times before landing directly in the young girl’s path, wearing a smirk.

Raven tried to stop, but her feet weren’t listening to her head, or if they were, they weren’t fast enough. She stumbled forward collapsing down on the grassy ground, laughing giddily as she narrowly missed falling on top of him.
She rolled onto her back and panted slightly, laughing up into the air. What a strange uncontrollable sensation it was, she couldn’t say she liked it… but there was a sense of freedom in this drunken stupor… She would have to inform the other she was not allowed to drink… She could definitely see herself becoming addicted to this feeling.

The satyr looked down at her and smirked slightly. Maetus took a few steps forward and then sat down atop Raven’s stomach, his back to her. A small stubby little goat’s tail wagged between her breasts, while his hands slid down her smooth thighs. Leg razors hadn’t exactly been perfected in his time.
Raven mewled slightly and wriggled about, her legs squeezing together tightly as she still fought against the inevitable despite her drunkenness. She reached down and grabbed his tail, gently if not a little clumsily, she gave a soft tug and laughed as she wriggled a bit, moving to try and buck him off. “N… no… d-don’t.” Speaking was futile, but she was drunk and would probably yapping until she was sober enough to recognize her spell was gone.

Maetus smirked a little as his paws found their way between her legs. He rubbed her up and down just lightly, his tail wagging in her hands. He couldn’t understand her, so he paid little attention to her, but to his ears, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
A soft yip and a reluctant twitch and her legs slowly spread again, exposing more of her soft bare nethers for his rough mitts. Her clouded eyes bored into the bright sky above her as she dizzily tried to remember the spell she had used the first time, it only made her head hurt and she had much more pleasing matters to attend to, like the soft throb of her nethers as they were stimulated by her goat-like guide.
And the satyr’s hands weren’t by any mean green. They knew exactly which places to rub, which parts to prod, and with one hand spreading her lower parts open for the other to tend, Maetus had his work quiet cut out for him. All the while between his own legs blood began to gather and his manhood began to swell, pressing down against the young girl’s flat stomach.
The youth let off squeak after mewl of growing eagerness, her toes curling into the dirt and grass under them. Raven was trying very hard to ignore how well he went about this, obviously he wasn’t as hedonistic as Kitos had been, which was a pleasant surprise, but she was a bit green in this area herself, she didn’t want to climax so soon and be teased for it, but it was turning out that way as heat coiled in her stomach, the sensations of his shaft pressing into her soft skin only adding to the slick arousal that gathered across her soft exposed lips.
Maetus rose up off her slightly, just lightly enough to keep his weight off her, but not far enough to keep his erect tip from rubbing over her belly. The satyr leaned down, bringing his lips toward Raven’s slit, and taking a light lick of her.
Raven let out a sudden squeal and shook her head back, pressing her hands into his lower back and pushing slightly as she didn’t particularly care for him licking. Her sweet nectar seeped out to greet his tongue, the heat of her sex radiating almost to an extreme degree as she squeezed her legs together again, hiding her sex as best she could from the satyr’s prying tongue.
He halted all his attentions, all at once, just like that. He smirked still leaning down over her crotch, just sort of, waiting, for her to cool down, so he could start back up.
Raven growled and suddenly yanked his tail a bit harder than she had really intended too. Sitting up quickly and pushing at him to try and dislodge him from on top of her. She was a measure bigger than him after all; it wasn’t too hard to up heave his smug little goat-self.
Maetus yipped as his tail was tugged, though it was hard to call the noise that escape the half-goat’s mouth a yip. It sounded something more like a whinny or neigh. Still the satyr didn’t return his attention to the young girl’s crotch, he simply turned around and glared at her.

She was sitting up and that brought her nearly face to face with him when he turned. She glared right back at him, her expression confused and befuddled as she grabbed his head and began trying to wrestle him down. She did manage a nice little sloppy smash of their lips before she grabbed his horns and attempted to twist him down under her.
The satyr blinked a little, he’d always been the one to have sex with things. Nothing had ever tried to have sex with him before. He smirked a little, intending to enjoy the experience.

Raven flopped the satyr down as soon as he stopped wiggling, using his horns to steer him below her as she mounted him, leaning forward as she gave her rear a slight wiggle, pressing her crotch down against his erect shaft. She huffed lightly, crinkling her nose and taking a deep breath to try and calm her woozy stomach and foggy head.
Maetus smiled up at her, rubbing at his horns lightly, they were attached to his skull after all, and even if they were well attached, it still felt pretty awkward to have someone yank your head around by your skull. Of course even that didn’t mean he was about to complain, he was going to have sex, the world was right.
After a moment the youth reached down, grabbing a firm hold of the base of the red shaft and shoving her slick nethers over him. His manhood crammed right into her tight nethers, she ground her teeth slightly, holding herself still as she squeezed her eyes shut, hands pressing down into the earth on either side of the satyr’s fuzzy hips.
The satyr on the other hand smirked up at her, taking a firm hold of her hips and thrusting himself up deep inside of her warm, wet body. He buried himself as deep into her as he could reach, his legs bent slightly back beneath him to provide himself power. It was here where his body seemed to truly show its nature. The bend of his legs provided him the power and angle to thrust up inside of her with over abundant force, the curve of his hips allowed him to pound up into her no matter what angle he found himself at, and the strength of his arms let him hold on for dear life.

Raven released weak cries as she rode him hard, pressing and twisting her hips down into his as hard as she could manage while he took liberties and pounded up against her. She dug her fingers into the dirt and used her bigger body to try and pin him still. She needed a little time, and she was surprised to find that her insides were rather sore, probably from the abuse she’d taken under Kitos.
Maetus continued to drive himself up into her, even with her weight atop him his build simply wouldn’t allow itself to be put into a position where he couldn’t move his hips, it was in his nature to hump, and it was hard to suppress one’s nature.
The grey teen growled again, and started matching his pace slamming her hips down into him, as relentlessly and as harsh as she could, ignoring the ache in her gut in favor of the delicious feeling building in her core. Hot coils throbbed and ached, heating her insides and forcing harsh sensations up her spine.
The satyr did his best to give her a roll onto her back, but she simply wouldn’t allow it, she needed to be on top and if she laid down, she’d get woozy again. Still Maetus wasn’t exactly putting his species to shame, drilling himself up into her waiting core with all that his fuzzy legs were worth.
Raven held fast, pressing her weight down into his thrusts, replacing her own with grinding. The added pressure at the back of her soft pink insides made them clench and squeeze around him, milking him like only a girl on top could.
His thrusts continued undaunted, the satyr’s fur rubbing against her legs and rear as he pumped himself deeper into her body. The beast’s shaft filling her to the brim, pushing deep inside and rubbing over every inch of her core.
The pale teen kept grinding against him, her hand reaching forward as she suddenly wrapped her fingers around his wrists, one hand yielding to her as the other remained in place on her hip. “W-work me dammit…” Raven let out a weak moan, snapping her teeth down at him. “S-stop holding me like I’m gonna run and work me!” She still wasn’t speaking Greek, which only added to her frustration. She slid her own fingers down her frame and pressed them against her pink slit, rubbing up and down her distress easily apparent.
Maetus may not have been able to understand her language, but he was certainly able to understand her actions. The moment her hands were at her slit, so where his, both of them, returned once again to their god given talent, the satyr’s paws rubbed and prodded at the young girl’s sex, one hand actually sliding beneath her to stroke and nudge her rear entrance.
Raven removed her hand instantly, beginning to ride him like she had wanted, with all the sensations rushing through her brain she was quickly being overwhelmed out of her drunken stupor. She arched her hips, her insides squeezing around him frantically as the heat and slickness of her core became more intense with each and every thrust or rub the goat-man would give her.
The satyr licked his lips, rubbing her slit as he drove himself in and out of her. A single one of his fingers found its way into her rear, pushing up inside her, rubbing about just lightly, while inches from it the satyr’s shaft drove itself in and out of her tight, clenching damp core.
After a few moments of these attentions, the poor over stimulated teen let out a loud yelp, arching her back and slamming her hips down into his as she came. A sweet smell radiated from her like it always did when she would climax, filling her nose with the candy scent as she tried to come down quickly from her sexual high.
The satyr on the other hand didn’t seem to even notice her orgasm. He continued thrusting up inside her, pumping his hips against hers, rubbing her slit and prodding her rear. She was panting, weakly trying to get away from him. She slid back, pressing her hands down into his to get them to stop their incessant rubbing.
Her eyes were gently closed, her hair was mussed, hanging in her eyes as she tried to lean back and slide herself off him. She was in neither the state nor the mood to handle his satyr stamina. She just wanted him to be done, but she had no energy, or ideas to make this go any faster, so she simply struggled against him, trying to get off any way she could.
The satyr pushed at her, and she complied, lying back as she panted and squeaked to try and get him to halt his attentions. She moved her hips slightly, her insides seeping around him, clinging and sucking him in despite her desire for it all to end. She just laid there trying not to squeak from the jolts of pleasure pulsing through her body each time he’d thrust a particularly way. Dammit, she’d have to this with him again… for a whole week… Or she could just ditch him now and save herself the trouble.
The satyr leaned over her, rolling her up a little so his fingers could still cup her rear while he pounded himself in and out of her, harder and faster than before. His stubby little goat legs providing plenty of thrust for all that he could require, his tongue even found its way to her nipples as he began to lick and nip at her.

Raven whined and yipping beneath him, trying to push him away as she ground her teeth together in mute frustration. She was tired, and sore, and she wanted him to be done dammnit. He didn’t even look winded! That probably annoyed her more than anything else. She growled at him and attempted to bite him, maybe she just wasn’t nymphish enough for him? Maybe fighting against him would make his natural instinct to hump faster kick in.
Whether it was instinct or not was debatable, but trying to get him off did make him push into her a mite faster and more aggressively than before. He pounded away at her core, prodding her rear with his finger and nipping her nipples with his teeth. All the while his rod remained hard and full between his legs, never wavering or faltering, never showing any sign of being done.
Of course the endurance of a satyr was greatly overrated, truth was most of the time they did their best to sort of come and go as it were. They were a species of rapists, tender and loving rapists to be sure, but that didn’t mean they got to be affectionate that often. It was part of the reason why her ‘enjoy it’ offer had swayed him in the first place.
The pale half human weakly mewled as she grabbed his horns once again, trying to jerk his head away from her tender breasts. It was all too rough, just like with Kitos… It made her agitated and uncomfortable. All Greeks were the same… She hated Greek things… she really did.
Maetus looked up to her, thrusting into her a little more vehemently, prodding a second finger at her rear. He was panting lightly, more bahing really, but it was somewhere in the pant family. His leg fur was slick and sticking down to his legs.
Raven snarled at him, tugging on his horns. She was obviously annoyed as she reached over, one hand grabbing a hold of his ear. He may have been having his way with her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to struggle a bit.

The satyr smirked a little, pulling himself completely free of her in one smooth swift motion, freeing his hands from their individual actions and leaping up to mount her face. She yelped, but was soon muffled, cut off by him cramming his shaft into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes widened for only an instant, a moment later she was doing her best, sucking him off like she wanted to drain the life from him.
It seemed to almost placate her aggression, her hands moving to his furry hips as her tongue swirled about him. This was a comfort zone for her, she wasn’t being penetrated and she actually enjoyed doing this… much to her own dismay. Gods on Olympus! Tell her she wasn’t starting to enjoy sex!!
Maetus continued to hump, though he was going much lighter and slower than he had been when his intention was apparently to break her in half. The satyr’s tongue lagged out lightly and he smiled down at her.

Raven’s eyes tilted upwards, deep cloudy blues boring up into him as her mouth worked around his shaft. Her throat clenched as she hummed against him, her tongue wriggling against the length, tracing up and down the red engorged member. She was comfortable, happy in that position. She wasn’t sure why, but it was nice.

The satyr smirked a little, rocking himself slowly in and out of the young girl’s mouth. He certainly seemed to have calmed down a bit with his cock in her mouth, maybe it was animal instinct, don’t madly thrust into something that could bite off your favorite appendage.
Her fingers dug into his fur, rubbing at him gently. It had always seemed to calm BB down when she would rub his fur; it seemed to work the same with this beast as well. She pressed all of him as far back as he would fit, effectively deep throating him, her throat muscles clenching down on him again, causing her to tear up slightly, but mostly she simply enjoyed bobbing her head over his erect manhood.

The satyr didn’t seem to react much to being stroked, but being deep throated did it for him. The hot red shaft down her throat throbbed hard, and soon hot sticky cum found its way into her mouth and down her throat. Raven winced, gripping him as she held to him, letting her tongue rub the underside of his shaft, stimulating and encouraging the hot seed to pour back into her throat. She was glad she didn’t have to endure the bitter taste; he was so far back the semen missed her taste buds entirely. Once the grey teen was certain he was done she began pulling back slowly, letting his twitching manhood rub over the curves of her throat and tongue before she popped him free of her mouth.
Maetus sighed lightly, his eyes half lidded as his shaft shot forth one last glob of sticky goo. Satyrs may not have lasted as long as the rumors claimed, but they were just as potent.
Raven grimaced as a bit of his seed got on her chin and nose, but for the most part she was pleased he was finished. She rubbed the gunk from her face and huffed at him a bit, before going about preening to try and regain some of her dignity.

The satyr fell back onto his furry little rear with a dumb smirk smeared across his face. He was a little out of breath, but his tail was still wagging about behind him.
The dark girl simply continued preening, pretending like he hadn’t just fucked her brains out. Not that it had been mind blowing or anything, she was just still pretty sensitive apparently. She did however spare him a glance and a huff, adjusting her grassy ruffled postured to face away from him.
Maetus grinned back at her, his tail wiggling behind him as his red shaft, still slick with her saliva, his fluids and even a little left of her fluids waggled in front of him. The erection was slowing, but still stuck itself from beneath his wiry fur, as proud and pleased with itself as its owner.

The dark girl muttered something to herself and a rush of something else struck her brain. She shivered a bit but the spell was back in its proper place. Now at least she knew its limit, it’d come in handy depending on how long she was going to be in this time.
Her goat-man guide stood up once his erection was nearly gone, nearly not meaning completely, but enough that he wasn’t going to take anyone’s eye out. “We’d best get going then.” His hand set on his hips, a smirk still smeared across his face.

Raven looked over at him and frowned. “Well now we can’t… I’m exhaus- Fine.” She wasn’t going to admit to him that he had tired her out, so she stood up as non-shakily as she could, walked over to her things and scooped them up before marching away from him and out into the field, grinding her teeth together as she tried to figure out how to get him back for her disgrace.
The satyr had his own things hefted up onto his back within a minute. He then started skipping, yes skipping down the pasture a few feet ahead of her. When satyr got into a good mood, they got into a good mood. You didn’t think Pan played that thing just because ladies loved musicians did you?
She grimaced at him, and hoped right then and there that some great bird would swoop down from the sky and snatch him up, he deserved it. She huffed again and adjusted herself before realizing that perhaps now would be a decent time to get decent. She rifled through her satchel as she strolled after him, pulling out the sandy folds of the white robe she’d been given in Sparta and shaking it out.
Maetus posed on a rock, looking back at her. “What you’re not getting dressed are you? I kinda liked the nymphet look.” He smirked, again.
Raven dropped her satchel and water pouch and shot him a glare before shaking out the robe and trying to figure out which way was which, she hadn’t actually put it on herself before. Eventually she found where her head went and began strapping it into place. “Well as you stated, I am not a nymph… you’ll have to deal with a Spartan escapee for now.” She almost sounded embarrassed, speaking quietly as she retrieved her things and continued to walk.
"But I hate Spartans..." The satyr wined like a little kid.

She huffed again and waved her hand back at him. “Why do you think I ran from them? I don’t like them any better… But they gave me clothes and food, so I am obligated to use what I was given. Stop complaining, you’re lucky I didn’t try to bite you.” She’d gotten a few in on Kitos’s shoulders, but he was a hardened Spartan, she doubted Maetus would fair as brilliantly against her love bites.
“Hey, you’re obligated to enjoy it.” Maetus snickered lightly. “Though it didn’t seem to be that much of a chore.”
Raven snorted and just kept walking, despite being a bit sore she wasn’t going to stop until night forced her too, only the inability to see in front of her would keep her from going now, she was running on determination and indignity, ignoring her companion in favor of glaring out across the plain ahead of her, though she did grumble at him lightly.
The satyr continued to bound about in front of her, he wasn’t leading in much of a straight line, but really with distances like the ones they had to travel it didn’t really matter much. The goat man’s fluffy little tail would twitch occasionally as he posed atop a hill, or crouched down in some tall grasses. He seemed to be enjoying the trip, though it was clear that if challenged the satyr could move much faster than any human had a prayer of matching.
The pale girl seemed to calm the more they walked, her eyes turning about to take in the untainted beauty of the plains around them. It was truly refreshing to breath in something so pure and clean, so much so that Raven found it hard to stay mad at her amorous companion, even if her sore nethers were more than reason enough.
Her bare feet brushed through the tall grass silently, her satchel and water pouch stashed safely on her back as she turned her gaze from the splendid nature to the prancing faun. He nose scrunched up a bit before she sighed. “So, on the list of things we need to watch out for, what’s the most dangerous?” She was really just making idle conversation, he seemed the type to enjoy chattering and even if she owed him sex three times a day, every day, for the rest of this little adventure, she figured they might as well get along. So she’d compromise for his sake, at least for now.
“Hmm…” Maetus paused for a moment, letting he close some of the distance between them as he put a hand to his chin, brushing over his bread lightly. “Well if we stay out of the water, and the more open beaches, then we shouldn’t have to worry much about serpents. Though as we get deeper into the mountains we’ll have to watch out for harpies, they only hunt during the day though, so if we travel at night we shouldn’t be too exposed, there will be wolves and the occasional Manticore, but we shouldn’t have to worry too much about centaur until we leave Laconia…”

Raven furrowed her brows and quickened her pace so she stood beside the goat man. “Don’t worry; I’ll protect us if something attacks. I’d just like to know ahead of time what I’m protecting us against.” She committed the different creatures he had listed to memory. Wolves didn’t sound like much of a problem, she’d fought bigger and badder things back home, Manticore just sounded annoying but it was stuck to the ground as was a centaur, as long as she flew them high enough they wouldn’t have to deal with them. The only real problem was the harpies he spoke of, she’d trust him to work them through the terrain as safely as he could, but for his little mistakes she’d have to flex her powers, and hope to the gods they were enough to fight off all the mythological monstrosities they might face.
“Manticore are the only really dangerous things in these parts.” The goat-man bounded forward a ways, just far enough to keep ahead of her while staying in sight and out of arm’s reach. “Big cat-things, eat you whole, strip off your flesh, chew your bones, nothing’s left of you when they get through.” Maetus leapt from mound to mound, leaving little pushed down trails through the grass as they headed for the tree line. “They live in caves and hunt at night, so yeah, gotta watch out. Had a cousin once, got himself eaten by one.” The satyr paused for a moment standing there in thought. “At least that’s what we think happened to him, not like we found any remains.”
Raven scoffed slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose and groaning. “Fabulous, glad to know I’m with the smart one.” The grey teen just followed the matted trail the satyr left in his wake, watching the ground incase something low to the ground and slithery managed to creep up on her. He’d said snakes were unlikely, but it was better safe than sorry. She’d watch the ground and he could watch ahead of them. After all he was half goat, his flight responses were bound to be better in tune than hers. “Just give me a warning if you think something is nearby.”
“Well now.” Maetus leapt from one place to another, poking his nose down into the brush. “Something is always around now isn’t it?” He came up with a snake in his hands, it wasn’t a large one, or even a dangerous one, it was just the first one he could find. “But I assume you mean something that might want to eat us.” The satyr just looked t over as it tried to coil itself around his arm, before he tossed it casually back where he found it and returned to skipping toward the trees.
Raven just kept walking after him, rolling her eyes lightly at his childish behavior. It was strange to see someone move and walk about so casually as they spoke of things that wanted to tear them limb from limb and devour their corpse. Of course she wasn’t so keen on being maimed or devoured by anything either, she wanted to get to Athens, from there figure out where she was and how she could get out of this time and then be on her jolly well gothic way.
She began holding up the hem of her dress as she followed the faun through his beat down trail, she had no clue how to work the thing she had to bunch it up around her waist to keep the cream colored fabric from dragging in the dirt and grass. She didn’t want to end up looking like a filthy street urchin when she got to one of the greatest cities in history after all.
“Harpies are better in a way. They’ll just try to take you to their nest. Of course you’ll get eaten in the end, but at least you get maybe an hour or so to escape. Or so says my uncle, says he got out of a harpy’s nest when he was my age, got caught by some of the boys, brought back to the nest where the female lives, big and angry as he tells it. Tried to eat him up but the boy’s aren’t too smart, easy to distract if you get them talking. Uncle says he kept them talking till dusk, then made a break for it. Harpies can fly and dive really fast, but they’re children of Apollo, once his chariot leaves the sky they fear for their lives, grow sluggish and fatigued and don’t go out anymore.”
She was just sort of phasing him out now, watching her step as she hopped about from one cleared patch of grass to another. She was treating it as a sort of game, follow the leader, while maintain her grumpy expression. Now that she had him talking she could just mutter to him every once in a while and give him the impression she was listening.
Which isn’t to say she wasn’t, she may not have been listening intently but she’d caught the bit about male harpies. Raven had always thought there were only females, but then again, how else would a species procreate? She muttered something along the lines of ‘men are dumb, gotcha’ before stumbling over her own feet and deciding to leave the bouncing to the guy with hooves.
“Centaurs are far worse, smarter, faster, even than me. Folk say they’re Hermes’ kids, though I don’t figure on that much, Poseidon is the one who likes horses, and Apollo the one who inspires, but the centaur do like to run, and danged if they don’t run fast. I got chase by some on my way down here… long story, young faun she liked me I liked her, her brothers were about five times my size, anyway they’d have gotten me in Thebes but I managed to find a tree, can’t climb the things too well myself, hooves and all, but I hid in the roots. Centaur are no kind of people, smart, scary smart, wicked tempers, and faster than anything, no kind of people.”
Raven didn’t mind the rambling of the satyr. His stories were rather interesting when she did tune him in. She chuckled around the part of nearly getting got by centaurs. She was still in sort of shell shock at the motion of mythical creatures not being confined to story books. It was weird to try and picture them as real. “Well if they show up I’ll make sure you don’t get trampled Maetus.”
“Much appreciated. Not getting trampled to death is one of my major life goals you know.” The satyr smirked and ceased bounding about quiet so wildly. They were getting closer to the forest and the trees seemed to set him on edge. He was a creature of the fields and forests were generally off limits unless you were into tree nymphs and or getting eaten. As far as he was concerned he had himself sex on demand, and not getting eaten was another one of his major life goals, along with not dying and having as much sex as possible.

Raven could feel his tension and moved a bit more quickly to close the distance between them. She wanted to be able to grab him and make a break for the sky if need be. The lithe female flexed her fingers slightly, clearing her throat as she stepped a bit lighter. “It’s a good goal to have, now which from here?”
“Hmm…” The satyr paused for a moment, stroking his beard slowly as he looked down one side of the tree line and then the other. “I don’t know.” He closed his eyes and thought to himself for a second before nodding. “Wait here.” The goat man walked toward a tree, and after giving it the evil eye, put his hands on it.
What happened next was a perfect example of why creature with hooves were not made to climb trees. Maetus managed to pull himself up a few inches off the ground but then his hooves just kicked and tore at the tree as he whipped them wildly about beneath him. The process worked however and while it couldn’t really be called climbing the tree, the hooved man did manage to make his way high enough to make his way high enough to poke his head through the leaves at the top.
Raven winced the instant his climbing had turned into a mad scramble to remain off the ground, stepping back as bits of tree trunk and bark were kicked about. She patiently kept an eye open on ground level while he surveyed the land around. She could’ve offered him her help with the whole climbing thing, but it was better not to draw unwanted attention to herself via the use of her powers. She’d already caused a rather flashy display to escape Sparta, but that didn’t mean she was eager to do it again.
She ran her fingers through her hair, eyes boring deep into the wooded land, searching for any sign of movement or any sound that would indicate something was off. It was times like this where she was glad she was an empath, it was easy to feel out the presence of another if she couldn’t spot them physically.
The forest was fairly quiet, between the satyr’s mad scrambling off the ground, and his rather haphazard dance up the branches, he’d actually managed to kick a few of the smaller branches clean through, their presence had been well announced to the creature of the forest, though it remained far from empty. The trees teemed with life, and some of those deeper in the trees seemed to be actively annoyed with the satyr and his abuse of the tree he was climbing up.

She wrapped her arms around her front, holding either elbow in the opposite arm’s hand as she cocked her head up to see what her furry little guide was up to. It couldn’t really take him that long could it? She found herself growing more nervous the longer she was left alone. She squeezed her palms around her elbows every now and then, rocking back and forth on her dirty heels whilst looking out to the clear non-polluted sky, stretching out across the plains before her.
Maetus came tumbling out of the tree a moment later. Grace was not something that could be found within a mile of this fall. The goat-man came crashing through branches and landed firmly on his back. “Ow.” He brushed himself off and twitched his tail lightly, working himself clean before nodding and looking back to Raven. “This way.” He padded himself off once more before turning and heading into the wood. He was considerably less energetic traveling through the forest; there was no bounding here, just careful striding through the short sparse grasses between the trees, avoiding the briar bushes and other brush.
Raven had nothing to say; she unlatched her arms from one another, adjusted her things and followed quietly after the graceless creature. Her footsteps mushed into the ground, her gaze shifting about, always watching. Maetus’ anxiety bleed onto her, and maybe she had it worse since she had her own concerns to deal with, the risk of what happened if she got seriously hurt in this era kept cropping up in the back of her brain.
The satyr seemed to calm a little as they walked through the forest. It was getting darker as the day began to end. The creatures were beginning to become accustomed to the two, badgers and small rodents would scurry from one place to another half a dozen feet from the satyr and the girl. Birds went back to chirping, returning to their nests and the tree branches around the wood.

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