The faun stopped playing when the muse fell asleep, he had only known Daria for a few months but he liked her, he did not forget how lonely the forest could be, humans were good company, there was always wine and s*x with them But it wasn't like being with one of their own.
Johil was an adult satyr, he had the torso and head of a man, as well as his hands, very pretty hands in his opinion, elongated and with square nails, he tried not to mistreat them as he had seen humans. His lower part was instead that of a goat. Two legs end in hooves and are completely covered in thick brown fur. On his male head stood out a pair of huge and beautiful horns that had curled back over time.
Like all satyrs, he detested wearing garments covering him and only forced himself to wear them when mixing with
