he barked out a laugh. *fat chance.* he said. *youll have to kill me first, and good luck doing that.*

They simply keep going.

he rolled his eyes and folowed.

He hears voices and walking up ahead. And a lot of hoof noises.

he didnt really care.

They walk into a massive clearing, and into a city. The houses are made from trees with roots that stand up, with the houses being made from intricate, thickly woven roots, with some parts carved out to make room for the door and windows. There's roads of simple round grey stones and pebbles that line the city, grass growing between the rocks but delicately cut to not be any taller than the stepping stones. Rainbows of flowers line the pathways, each one even and well-cared for.


Most of its residents are the not-satyrs, in pleasant hues of brown and cream. There's also a fairly large amount of the fox/rabbit things, many dressed more nicely than their goat-legged peers. He also spots quick, flitting creatures. They remind him of dragonflies, but their bodies are humanoid. They're shy and a bit skittish, but they do appear to be sentient like the animalistic people.

Skullio just felt like this:

A couple not-satyr kids walk up to him, curious. One touches his tail, asking something in their unfamiliar language.

he pulled his satyr away and ignored it.

The kids follow the horse he's on, intrigued.