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Satyr and Cerberus [Part 4]

Stiles’ hooves kicked up dirt and grass as he stumbled down the hill. His breathing was rapid, his arms were flailing to grab trees and propel himself forward. He was running as fast as he could, he could hear the blood in his ears, the pounding of his heart as he tried not to scream.
He wasn’t sure what was chasing him, he only knew it had teeth, sharp ones that had nearly ripped his arm off before Stiles pulled his arm back just in time. He could feel the blood dripping down his arm but it wasn’t much, it wasn’t that deep of a wound but he wasn’t worried about it.
He was worried about keeping his footing and getting out of range of the growls that followed him and the crunching of the sticks beneath its feet.
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16 Oct 2013

Satyr and Cerberus [Part 3]

arrafrost:

It just keeps happening okay… I can’t help it… my mind is trapped in ancient Greece with these two adorable creatures, deal with it.
Stiles sighed, content as he nuzzled his head back against the chest of the slumbering Cerberus. He and Derek were resting in the meadow, a secret place the two had found for each other where neither of their families could protest to their spending time together.
Stiles was a lower class satyr, someone who was not born into wealth and who lived in the countryside with his father. He helped out in the fields and they made it by each year, but they were in no way as well off as the Hale family. One of the most prestigious families in Athens.
Wealthy and well known families that had male heirs such as Derek were expected to be seen in a certain light. Taking on male lovers of lower class status… and a satyr for that matter… well, he wasn’t surprised that Laura had made threats against his well being.
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