He hadn’t expected the hooves; the searing, bone-breaking pain of toes, heel, and arch bending themselves all into hard, cloven, three-toed lumps. Next to the crippling agony of the feet, the horns curling out of his skull were nothing.
He’d asked to be a god. He hadn’t specified which one.
Drake-athon! – Feb. 19th & 20th 2011
Cute!
Thanks!
Heh! Love this.
Yay, thanks! 😀
Yikes.
😀
Oh, jeez, I’m supposed to be specific when I ask? LOL.
*giggle* might hurt less that way. Mind you, Pan’s one of my favorites, but still…
I like this. And I would totally be down with being that god.
Me, too, actually. Satyrs have always been my favorite kith. Glad you liked ;-D
So… Ty? XD That last paragraph sounds really familiar…
Heh. Pan. Familiar from another story of mine?
Well, yes, but Ty has hooves, doesn’t he? And horns? (Can’t quite remember. I know Jame has horns and a tail but no hooves…) Yeah, it seems like it. Or maybe from the RP.
Yay, Mythic Thursdays return!!! Ow. Yes, thinking ahead is a good thing. Ow, ow, ow, hooves! That said, I may have to try to figure out hooves if this Satyr-esque costume works out. Must make the wig, see how it looks with the horns, and figure out what she should wear. She keeps jumping around in clothing styles.
Hooves are always the hard part, *nods*.