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INTRODUCTION

Your life is rough. You hate it. You wish it could be better, or that you could be better. No one seems to comprehend the depth of your troubles or the pain they cause. That’s why you decided to walk around at night. It’s the only time where you can just walk and not worry about people seeing you angry, or seeing you sad. You could stop and scream at the sky and no one would hear. The nighttime is your friend and the star above have heard your every cry and mumble and the moon sympathizes by shining her light on you.

And the air smelled so sweet, tonight…

Then your skin prickled, the feeling of someone watching you draping over your skin and her pause, looking around to see who it was. And all you saw were bright, golden orbs watching you from the trees, but, they couldn’t have been from the trees, there were no branches there for someone to rest on. You stared at the eyes, eyes staring back. Those aren’t cat eyes, those pupils look to, wrong, to belong to a cat. But the eyes smile before whatever it is turns away.

“Wait!”

You ran quickly after the eyes, and every so often you’d lose them, having to stop and look around, finding them in the distance and running again. Whatever it was seemed to be laughing and the sweet scent from earlier grew thicker and thicker until it was hard to breathe. You staggered and paused against trees, trying to breathe, that floral scent sticking to your throat, your tongue. It made your eyelids feel heavy… and then it went black

When you awoke, looking up at the crystal blue sky, the morning glow on the foliage, how things seemed to glow.

“Hello.”

You looked to your left, seeing, something, someone, there.

“It’s not often people chase me into my forest.” His voice was sweet and light, friendly, and while he looked a little, different, he exuded nothing but kindness. “But I’ll help you out of here, the king in these parts has gone rampant with a mental sickness. He’s kidnapping and doing atrocious things to whoever enters here.” The gold eyes flickered down sadly, satyr taking a moment before standing and offering his hand. “I’ll help you out of here, but we need to hurry.”

“Where am I?”

He gave a sad smile, ears lowering, “You are in the once great empire of Wonderland.”

PROFILE SKELETON

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Extra Space

Extra Space

Golden eyes watched the blond man curiously, following through the trees before pausing and closing them as the male turned. Ears lifted he walked around quietly, hooves crunching the leaves underneath before the eyes opened again, somewhat closer but making sure his silhouette stayed hidden. There was no fun in the game if he was caught, so he followed, listening to the man mumble and stagger, drinking his beer can. Alcohol was such a good way to remove stress, it seemed. Faun had no care for the stuff. He liked his liquids with more flavor.

But as the can was thrown the stranger cursed. Such language, he appeared to be a fighter. Oh alcohol, you always did bring out the worst in people.

He giggled, spinning a bit and walking backwards while watching the man, silently urging him to give chase. He needed the rush, let the man's anger build, it would stay with him to Wonderland and it would be so delicious to smack it out of him.

Faun actually laughed, glancing back again and making a sharp turn, ducking to hide, hearing the man run past him before popping out and bleating mockingly at him, standing and turning to run in another direction. The wind was changing, he could smell it, the sweet smell of home. They were so close! He glanced back one last time, pausing as the light from his home broke through the clouds, and as soon as he spotted the human it was too late, the human was trapped and he was stuck with Faun. He laughed again, running some more and pausing to turn, jokingly holding up his fists before turning around to run again. As he continued he decided it was time for a face change, finding the fake root and hooked his hoof underneath it, yelping and flailing before he landed face first in the dirt.

he chuckled, looking back at Mark. "Not a lot of people chase me, that was fun! But, I think I accidentally brought you home." He looked around worriedly, standing up and removing his cloven foot from the root. "This isn't good."

The satyr's golden eyes widened when he realized the man was going to hit him, giving a pitiful bleat and crouching low, arms covering his face. "I'm sorry! I don't see humans a lot!" he cried, backing away slowly and peeking from behind his arms, ears low. "A-And you looked mad! I just wanted to cheer you up with a game!" he grew teary eyed, looking at the man and giving another weak bleating, crouching down close to the ground and covering his head best he could between his antlers. "I am sorry! I won't do it again! Please don't hurt me!" and whimpered, tears beading in the corners of his eyes as he remained curled up.

Faun looked up, wiping the tears away and shaking his head. "No, I'm a satyr. This is what we naturally look like." and stood nervously, running his fingers through the fur on his thighs, tugging. "See? It's real." And reached, tugging his ears and then his antlers. "I'm not human. No humans live here. Humans haven't lived here for a long time. We need to get you home before someone notices you're here." and looked around nervously at the surrounding forest. "We need to get you home, Sir." he offered his hand. "You can't go far. Stay with me, okay?"