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Voices of different satyrs echoed through the forest.
“I see him!”
“There he goes!”
“Follow me, men!”
“He’s getting away!”
“Get back here, you little asshole!”
They came at me from every direction, but I could not see any of them. I could not see Cupid or hear his lilting laugh, either.
I had followed a couple of satyrs briefly when I first entered the forest, but they proved to be much more adept at moving through the woodlands than I was. I couldn’t’ help but be impressed watching them dash through the trees and out of sight. Their nimble hooves and strong goat like legs catapulted them through the vegetation with the grace of deer as they jumped up, on, and over the mossy logs and rocks with ease. I had not questioned my spontaneous decision to chase after Cupid when I saw hi
