The satyr sleeps and dreams. Dreams of her haunting song...

Of the day he met her...

The sunlight filtered through the leaves, giving the ground a mottled look. He sat with his back against a tree, his flute dangling lazily in his fingers. A sparkling stream flowed past the small rocky outcropping he sat upon. His eyes drifted shut, hypnotized by the babbling of the water.

Bringing his instrument to his lips to play, he breathed in, and abruptly stopped when he heard the sound of giggling.

Opening his eyes, he looked around, hunting for the source of the noise. A splash drew his attention upstream where he saw them. Three lovely nymphs, dancing lightly across the stream. Their bare toes barely touched the smooth half-submerged rocks before lifting away. He was entranced as much by their movement as he was by their beauty. He was not built to move in such a way. His dance was clumsy, some would even say grotesque.

He rose from his spot, looping the leather strap of his flute over his head. It dangled against his bare chest. Partly hidden behind his tree he watched them dance and laugh. He had to get a closer look, moving upstream toward them. Their dresses shimmered in the glints of sunlight, their hair was long and flowing and adorned with flowers. There was one in particular that drew his gaze. The blonde. She was small, compared to her sisters, probably younger. There was something soft and innocent about her. He had seen plenty of nymphs but this one was different.

As he got closer, his clomping steps gave him away. The others looked at him, giggled, and danced off into the trees. This one, though, she just stood there, as enchanted by him as he was by her. He approached her until he was so close he could touch her, but he didn't, fearing she would disappear like a mirage. It was she who finally touched him. Gazing up at him, she slowly raised her small hand. Her fingertips reached up. He kept his eyes on hers as she touched the curved horn protruding from his forehead. She slid her fingers along it, following the curve gently. Suddenly she let go, her eyes darting to his. A smile played across her soft lips and, as if suddenly realizing what he was, she giggled and danced off into the trees.

He pursued, not wanting to lose her. She would not be caught that day, but oh, how she teased him. Peeking out from behind trees, appearing behind him, always just out of reach. The trees seemed to spin around him at a dizzying rate as he tried to capture her. And then she was gone. He couldn't see her anymore, but he heard her begin to sing. It was a haunting melody that seemed to come from every direction at once. As he listened he realized he was strangely aroused by it. His need for release grew until was forced to give up his search, frustrated, and hurry home. He stroked himself, her face dancing through his head, until he spilled his seed. He vowed he would find her someday and she would be his.