A Faun inspired story..

[Wraith]

Good morning,

This is a story that I'm working on in which Faun is one of my influences. It is about a gentleman who wants to be a knight and rescues a satyr who gets in over her head. I hope people like it.

Here is the first bit. I'll post more as I write it.


Solnatio

It was a quiet day in the forest, but not uncomfortably so. Summer was just beginning to give way to fall and a calm breeze made its way through the trees. The occasional pixie zipped along, speedily going about whatever business pixies have in the forest late in the day. As one of these pixies buzzed along he noted a man riding through the forest. The man was wearing brown trousers and a grey tunic with a plain white tabard on a thin frame. His dark blonde hair framed a sharp face with hazel eyes. The horseman moved to the right to avoid the pixie and then nodded and tipped his hat as the tiny faerie flew past.

As the horseman straightened up he heard the pounding of hooves and an angry shout just ahead. The horseman’s eyes narrowed as he urged his horse to move faster. After a minute the forest gave way into a large field. In this field was a group of 5 wild boards, one of them easily the size of a human, surrounding a person. As he rode closer he held back out of shock. The person surrounded was a female with long hair the color of chestnuts…on her head and on her legs. She was a satyr, and a strong one, from the look of the long spiraled horns on her head. The shout from her was not a cry for help; it was a cry to battle.

The horseman watched as she charged the largest of the boar and lowered her head to smash into the animal’s torso. Unfortunately the boar wasn’t quite as slow as she thought and had just enough time to move so that their horns slammed together with a loud crash. She stumbled back as one of the smaller boars charged and caught one of the satyr’s legs with his left horn. At this time the horseman decided that he had to help. He would have to act quickly as the wound looked serious. He knew that he couldn’t fight all of the animals and take care of the woman in time. The only way that he would be able to save her is if he picked her up and galloped off her. With a prayer to the Unconquered Sun, he charged into the fight.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

J. R. R. Tolkien

[Clysou]

Waaauw, nice I like it very much indeed
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In a lifetime, persons are very important. They teach us, they love or even hate us, they laugh with us and help us through harsh times. They make us strong. For every of such things there can be different persons; some persons are there for all of them.