She dodges, rolling to the side and jumping up gracefully before smirking. "I needed some fun." She winks, skipping off, vines in her hands as she glares ahead of her, completely frustrated they'd ruined her peaceful aurora.

He flicks them away with his tails.

The her persued her, whooping and shouting promises: that she'd enjoy it, that she needed to loosen up. They were much faster and the lead goat grabbed her from behind, around her waist. The other satyrs closed in, grabbing, pawing, tearing a her clothes. Something hit the lead goat which caused him to drop her and for the other satyrs to back away, and he assumed it was from her. "I see you like it a little rough," he wheezed, brushing himself off. "That's okay. We can do rough, right boys?"

"So can I." A dark shape glided out of the trees, a portion of shadow come to life. The satyrs blinked and hastily stepped back as Ash strode into the middle of the herd. Looming up behind Claire, he slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest. "This one," Ash growled, "is off limits."

More just kept coming, high pitched giggles sounding through the air

She shivers, completely frightened, her entire demeanor had changed the second they caught her. Once strong and sly, too weak and frightened. She relaxes slightly when she hears his voice, relaxing completely once his hand was on her shoulder.

He lets out a low growl, and smacks one out of the air with his paw.

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"Prince Ash?" gasped the lead satyr, as the rest of the herd bowed their heads. He paled and held up his hands. "Sorry, I didn't know she was yours. My apologies. No harm done, okay?"
"No one touches her," Ash said, his voice coated in frost. "Touch her and I'll freeze your testicles and put them in a jar. Understand?"
The satyrs cringed. Stammering apologies to both Ash and Claire, they scurried away. Silence fell, and they were alone. "Are you all right?" Ash murmured, releasing her. "Did they hurt you?"

The Piskies go crazy, shrieking

She simply nods, seeming dazed and out of it. Her usual perky personality was replaced with a frightful, nervous and timid one.

He also goes semi-crazy, suddenly attacking them- biting and clawing at every pixie he can. And, having probably around 20(if not more) fang-filled mouths, this isn't hard for him to do.

(gtg soon)