Stacey
Alastor, in his youth, loved to get lost in the woods. He would take long walks, and run his fingers over the rough texture of the bark of the trees. His eyes catching the glimpse of sun beams that poured through the canopy of leaves. 
His cheeks were soft from youth, yet angled sharply in his prime. Dark brown, medium length hair was pulled back, out of the way in a very small ponytail at the base of his neck. A few loose pieces of hair, much too short to fit in the confines of the makeshift hair tie, hung over his forehead. His eyes were still that striking blue hazel, and reflected the green of the flora like clear pools of water.

Taking off his shoes, Alastor held onto the tanned hide straps with two fingers, as he stepped over the rocks that were nestled in the running river. 
The water was cool against the sun that was warming the earth. Stepping to the other side of the river, he noticed a little bundle of frog eggs in a carved out portion of the river bank, floating undisturbed. 
It was amazing to him how many frogs would be born, and how many could spawn. 

Leaving the little huddle of eggs alone, Alastor went on his way, gingerly pushing vines up with his forearm so that he could pass through. He didn't have any direction or plan. He thought of very little as he walked. He just took in the sounds of birds, and, the smells of dirt and sweet notes of flowers blooming nearby, and feeling of his nare feet against the moist dirt; of simply being in nature alone. 

Little did he know how untrue being alone was...
Peter
As the mortal entered deeper into the woods, he would hear a soft melody of a Panflute playing in the distance. Pan, the god of the wild, sat on a large stone, with sheep that laid on the grass under his feet. The soft breeze of the wind danced around him as the god's long puffy hair flowed in the breeze. Pan skin was sun touched, his horns wrapped with vines and flowers along with his hair. Pan was younger, his skin bare with no tattoos, both eyes a dark brown. 

The god played a soft melody into the day, one filled with sorrow but a hint of hope. The god stuck in a loveless marriage, held onto hope his love would love him any day now. Pan knew he was being delusional, he knew that those dreams of a happy marriage, a family would never come. The gods had fated him to be alone, Eros and the others seem to enjoy his tragic tale. 

He was silent, suddenly as he realized the forest was quiet, his sheep perked up and began to make sounds. The long staff, with a shepard hook rested beside him on the rock. The god looked around till he felt it, the steps of a mortal. Someone had gotten lost in the forest. He let out a soft hum at the realization, feeling the footsteps on the ground of Arcadia, his home, his heart.

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He doesn't allow mortals entry to his home for long, scaring them away, the god ears twitched as he tried to hear the mortal. The god pinpointed the man, and sniffed the air, before disappearing into thin air, leaving a soft smoke in his wake. 

He landed gently on the bench above the mortal man's head, staring down at him as he walked through his forest. He followed above silently, and was careful to remain out of view of him but keep an eye on the mortal. Pan hated that a mortal had entered his home, but he was beautiful and he would give him that. His beauty was gentle in Pan eyes, strong jaw and eyes that looked like the ocean or maybe the blue sky, he would have to stare closer. 

Pan needed to make himself known, scare the mortal away, he was silent till he disappeared again. This time reappearing in front of the mortal a good distance ahead of him, his staff by his side. He pointed it towards the mortal neck. 

"That is far enough, are you a lost mortal traveler or have you entered my home in search of something." Pan says, his tone cold, he needed to protect his home from strangers who wish to cause harm. He needed to know his motives.
Stacey
The mortal hadn't heard a single thing when suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Alastor whipped around to find nothing behind him, not even up, or, back around a tree. 
It wasn't until he turned forward once again that he found he'd come face to face with a limb- a edge of a staff to be exact. 
It truly startled the man, and he pressed himself against a tree nearby, the sharp back scraping against his shoulder and back where the fabric of his tunic didn't reach. 

Alastor was breathing heavily, those bright ocean eyes wide enough for Pan to see their true color and even brighter they were out of fear alone.
Who - or rather - *What* The hell was he staring at? There was no way a God would ever show himself to a simple human... Right?
Deep down, Alastor knew who was standing infront of him, but had never thought it remotely possible that he'd ever see a God or Goddess in the flesh. He was still only young, and just turned nineteen. 

The God's mane was wild, with vines and leaves curling around his horns. Though his face wasn't like the pictures, and his body was strong. Those legs looked like they could kick his skeleton from his body in one piece. 

Alastor had only remembered that the satyr had asked him a question, and if there was anything he was taught about the Gods: they didn't like to wait. 

**"I was — I was just walking i-in the forest, I don't understand by what you mean...?"** 
Alastor's throat was dry, and he had to swallow several times to being able to stammer out the words. It was obvious that the mortal man was nervous, hell, he was scared! A man with the body of a beast was standing infront of him! 
A sight he'd never thought he'd ever seen, and it was even less easier for his mind to completely comprehend. 

Alastor waited, and watched, pinning under the God's gaze, and weapon for his judgement.
Peter
The staff was anything but a weapon, it was for shepherding his animals within these woods. Though the mortal would not know that, he stared hard at the man before him as he stared at him, the mortal eyes were beautiful in the gods head, and full of fear. He feared him, good. The god needed to be feared, his hooves clicked on the ground as he steady his body a bit, he stared at him. He slowly tilted his head sniffing the air. 

He paused for a moment and his movement was quick as the mortal spoke, moving forward. His nose against the mortal skin, sniffing him, trying to tell if he was lying. His nose against his skin ran down his chin before sniffing his neck, like a warthog trying to smell the shit the man spews. He purred softly, "You smell of fear," He grumbles against his skin, "What's so scary little mortal, do you fear me, I am only a Satyr protecting my home" 

Pan himself was young, in god terms, married and happy... Happy? Sure he is. He hums softly. "You got lost then... Lost in the woods and forest, going deep, passed the entrance unknowingly and found yourself in Arcadia, the Home of Pan and his Nymphs and Satyrs" The god says gently into his throat before pulling away making them face to face. His eyes shined with curiosity not anger anymore, amusement of the mortal infront of him. 

He felt the man's hand run down his skin, his hand moved to the side, his nails gripping the tree. It was gentle, not wanting to harm the Nymph that rested forever inside the trees. "Speak little human, do the felines capture your tongue." He laughs gently. 

He kept his view on the man before him, his eyes running down his body, then his face taking everything to remember. If Pan is not held by his own loyalty to a wife, he would chase someone like this, desire for him but he kept to himself. Playful is all the god is now, enjoying the red tinted face, but never going farther. He keeps his hands to himself.
Stacey
Alastor watched the God with little expectation. He couldn't be sure what he was going to do. 
However, being smelled wasn't one of those things. 

He watched Pan sniff the air, before diving down and trailing his nose down his skin and into his neck. 
Alastor's heart shot up into his throat, slamming hard on the way up. He flinched, initially... But was rather surprised when the purr against his skin caused his heart to beat in an entirely different rhythm. 
The way his lips lingered against his pulse, brushing along his skin with each spoken syllable, caused heat to stir in Alastor's core. His cheeks flushed red.

That hungry look was taking him in, and up close, the God was much more handsome than he'd previously percieved. 
A hand teased at Alastor's skin and his breath hitched. 
Gods, what the satyr would find when his eyes peered down and then back up. The tunic did little to hide such a adrenaline fllled reaction.
...
Alastor couldn't help it. His body was reacting partially in fear and now confusion as he tried to pin any solid thought down, but his mind went blank everytime. 
He had to suppose that he wasn't completely charismatic at this point, especially not towards a God. Such a being with more power than he could ever comprehend, and there wasn't much he was comprehending right now. 

Those thousand thoughts went through him mind and slipped through like sand. 
He tried to catch that sand on his tongue, feeling out words, even if speaking felt like all those granules were embedded painfully against the muscle. 

**"I-I did get lost. A-and I'm sorry... If it pleases you, I will leave.."**
Alastor's eyes studied the other. He felt the warmth of how close he was, and the unique features he had. His eyes were... Dare he say beautiful. Like they were the condensed essence of their forest themselves. They saw things that Alastor couldn't; other worlds and feel space and time in a way that made his existence small and fleeting. 
Alastor was a bit trapped.
Peter
He could feel his heart skip against his lips when he was close and chuckle gently, his staff on his side as he leaned on it, staring at the mortal man again, staring into his ocean eyes and getting lost in its crystal blue waves. The fear and emotions that rotate in his eyes. Pan didn't fear the mortal in front of him, he was harmless to these lands he concluded an innocent lamb that lost his shepherd. 

He raised his hand up to the mortals cheek then down to his chin, his nails running against his skin. As he stood tall, he raised the young male's chin with him so his eyes followed his tree brown. "Such a cute thing you are, if I was any other man or monster, I would have eaten you. Satyrs would in a different way that would fill you with pleasure and fear, while most Nymphs in these lands would have led you to your doom. You're lucky I was the one to find you, young lamb" 

His eyes held a gentle tone now, no longer angry, more amused at the situation than anything, "It would be wise for you to leave but sadly you are trapped here" He joked lightly, "Unless you know the path out of Arcadia? Which I think not."

He moves back, his hooves hitting the ground with a loud thunk, as he walks with heavy steps. His eyes shined, as he held up his hairy hands with long brown nails to match fur. He motioned his hand as a form of "Come here" To the man, "Take my hand, little lamb. I'll lead you back to your herd, and while we walk... I'll allow you to ask 3 questions, if you amuse me... I might let you ask more."

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Pan at this age isn't skilled in his teleportation just yet to steal or take people with his touch. He can take items with ease but other people will only cause problems for the Satyr, so he has to walk alongside the mortal to make sure he reaches an exit safely. It was dangerous for the Mortal to wander these woods without a guide, he wasn't lying when he said the other creatures would harm him, Nymphs and Satyr may be the main creatures under his care along with normal animals but there are other Mythical creatures within his home.

He knew it was dangerous, he would have to take them to that one exit near the pond and willow tree. It was one of his favorite spots to play music, the willow tree, would be the way for him to exit this land. Going under the leaves then head out again, would lead him back. "Come mortal take my hand, let me lead you to home"
Stacey
Alastor was captivated by Pan. His heart lodged itself in his throat the moment he tilted his head to follow his gaze as he stood. Nail grazed his cheek but the skin of his arms bloomed in raised gooseflesh. There was little want to tear away from that gaze that caused his whole body to feel warm and cold simultaneously. It was as if he couldn't be touched enough and needed to be wearing more clothes.

**"I honesly can't begin to understand how I found the entrance..."** He confessed. 
He literally just walked. One moment he was in the forest and then the next, he was still in a forest. It seemed one was different from the other, but there was no discernable way to tell.

Alastor's eyebrows furrowed, watching the God turn and begin to take his leave. The look Pan gave him was peculiar in the way his eyes reflected, unreadable. 
There was a little seed of doubt that he was even out of the clear, as by the sounds of it, he was in a dangerous place. He was at the whims of a God. 
A hand was extended out toward him, more paw than human hand. Alastor hesitated. Was he supposed to trust this God? Stories had spoken of how mischievous he was.
However, he did want to go home. This was an experience that would likely take days to finally settle in the folds of his mind. He needed however much sleep he could get to try to reset what was reality, and what was a dream.

Alastor finally took Pan's hand, allowing him to lead. His palm was rough, and a little larger than the mortal's own. It was such a strange sensation. His flesh was smooth, like a human's. However the fur that covered him was like a cow's or possibly even closer to a horse's mane. Despite him being part goat, it wasn't short enough to make Alastor think of a goat. It was too obvious and he his mind wanted to associate it with something else, to capture it in a way that was explainable. He wasn't sure he'd tell anyone about this, for he couldn't be sure he would be believed, but at least he'd never forget him in
Peter
Pan chuckles at the mortals' words, letting out a laugh after a bit, Arcadia is strange even to the god Pan. "You are a funny mortal, you do not... Find an entrance" He says gently, "You know or get lost and dragged into Arcadia" His voice was gentle as he spoke, leading the man deeper into the forest. As he walked one of the smaller birds landed peacefully on his horns. Pan didn't seem to mind. 

"Arcadia," He says gently, with a chuckle, "What an amusing mortal man you bought for me, trying to cheer me up old friend, tired of my sad song" 

He calls into the wind, as nothing replies back, only the soft blow of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and heavy steps of hooves against the dirt path as he walks. Pan grip was gentle as he led the mortal deeper into his woods. Pan knew the forest like the back of his hand; he wasn't worried of getting them lost if anything he was being careful not to lead them to the more dangerous spots in Arcadia. 

"I believe I recall giving you 3 questions. I will take that one as a question, you now only have 2" He says with a mischievous tone, as he keeps forward. The bird chirped on his horn, making Pan smile and raise his staff to his horn for the bird to hop on, not once losing stride as he walked. Flowing so easily to the whims of the creatures of the forest, he could hear the other animals following them.

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Birds watching above while a fox follows their trail for a moment before stopping. Deer not far from where they walked, taking their path back to their home. The forest was alive, just as Pan wanted it. No harm would ever come to the creatures in the forest, not by mortal hands at least. Animals needed to hunt to keep alive, and Pan had no plans to stop animals from harming the others unless they ran to him, and made it. 

Pan glanced over to the Mortal man walking alongside him. He was still, pretty in the forest light, he sighs. The gods were playing a cruel joke on him, testing his loyalty to his wife, he was sure of it. The punishment wasn't enough to her; they wanted to make it worse, or maybe laugh at Pan for being a fool. Pan had already flirted with the mortal, jokingly, but now he... Wasn't sure. Thankfully he would never see the man again, he could hold out for this journey and forget about him.
Stacey
Never had he ever thought he'd be so blatantly taken by the hand and led through a forest by a God.
It was out a tall tale, and one his friends would never believe.

Alastor opened his mouth to object, but he quickly closed it as he realized that speaking at all may count as a question. Originally he had not asked a question, but made a statement. 
He watched the other fauna rest upon him as easily as any branch, and the human toyed with the idea that he may be holding the hand of the heart of this place: Acadia.

He was unaware of the God's internal thoughts, still trying to come up with questions of his own. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Pan tilt his head towards him, his large horns gave him away. 
Alastor turned his head, too, to look at the creature. 

**"I'll save them,"** He spoke confidently, like his wntire being was clutching the chances to him in desperation, praying that Pan would let that one statement count either. 
Alastor had questions, yes, but he was a firm believer of figuring things out for oneself. He didn't even ask Pan what it was he was thinking or looking at, his free hand curled into a fist around the chances to prob the mind of a God.
Peter
Pan paused for a moment, his hooves stumbled but he was quick to become upright as he walked. He was shocked at the mortal's answer to his own question, he turned to look at him fully, his eyes full of shock. He wanted to hold his questions, why did he think he would return, why would he believe he would return... Did he want to return? Why, because of... Him? 

He was flustered that a man wanted to see the god again, many would ask the questions now and leave. He felt trapped in a way, like he trapped himself in this man's grasp. 

Letting out a faint laugh, he leaned forward towards the mortal, "Amusing... That's what you are, very amusing. I see why the forest loves you, and allows you to enter. Since you won't ask, answer me this: why did you go deep into the woods? I'm sure that the tale of men getting lost never to return has entered your ear." 

Pan was curious if this man, who so gently looked at frogs and walked through his forest peacefully. The men who entered his home looked for his animals and friends, Nymphs and Satyrs, for hunting. He dislikes that, the only hunting allowed are for the animals themselves, there is an order in these woods that humans so easily disturb, yet this man welcomed it so peacefully. No weapons for hunting or cutting down wood. He wish to know who this man was. 

"And answer me this, little mortal, you are human... Small. Who are you, give me your name, and one day when you get lost in the woods again I can find you" He says gently, continuing their walk.
Stacey
Alastor wasn't quite in the realm yet of being attracted to Pan, as his saving of questions would be out of certainty that he would prove he wasn't like any other mortal out there.
His dark hair fell out of it's hairbands and framed his face some, the heat from the weather catching up to him.

As a mortal, Alastor loved most creatures. He couldn't imagine hurting any animals kutside of the necessary slaughter that would be his meal. Otherwise, he was told stories about the way of the world that fascinated him, and his mother was extremely devoted to fate and karma. He wouldn't have ruined the forest even if Pan threatened him.

At some point the mortal as fell in line with the God, still holding his hand, however it was only under the premise that he had to be lead out of Arcadia by it's protector. 
The saytr's hooves crushed pinecone and twig like it were nothing but leaves in comparison. Though, looking down, the path was surprisingly clear, as if nature moved for the God.

**"Small, perhaps. Maybe you are just large: Godly in stature, I mean,"** He gave Pan a look that flickered between anxious and coy. How much humor would a God appreciate?
Peter
The woods were gentle to the two of them, as he walked them down the path, his ear flicked just a bit as the rustling of leaves in the breeze. The forest was loud, even in the peace of nothingness. The birds remained chirping above them, while the bird on his head sang back. 

The path was getting close to their direction, they had been walking for a while. Or maybe the forest quickened their time, made them closer to where they needed to be. Arcadia was magical and unpredictable, just like it's owner, Pan never understood the forest. Even in the present he struggled with Arcadia, he loved her greatly and Her him, but there was a way to her that never seem to make sense of what she desired. 

Pan chuckles at the mortal's answer, though he wasn't given a name, he didn't mind, he was just amused at how he wasn't... Scared of him. At least he didn't seem to be anymore. He found it refreshing to him, his tail couldn't help but wag at the idea. He was a copy thing, and he enjoyed coy creatures the most, cunning and smart. 

"You're a funny little thing too, I enjoy that in a mortal, it makes them more entertaining and interesting." Pan may be known to cause panic and fear, but he was a peaceful god if one doesn't bother his woods. Which was rare. 

"Little things, should remain little for me," He says, staring down at the mortal, who would one day grow taller than him. "Your words are funny, continue speaking and this time little thing, I want a name~" 

His voice practically purred.
Stacey
The mortal walked along beside the other, no longer so uptight, but not completely relaxed either. At this point, he accepted that he would have to trudge along next to the God. Though, there was increasing uncertainty that came with Pan expressing that when things were little... That they needed to stay little for him. 
He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, and the uncomfortable sludge that sat at the bottom of his stomach made him not want to think about all of the innuendos or meanings. 

Alastor looked down at the forest floor momentarily, having forgotten that the God had asked for him name. He was very kind in asking a second time, however that second chance was laced with something more primordial. 
The purr did something to the mortal that he thought had just been done out of fear before. 

**"My name is Alastor..."** 
Was all he really had the breath to say.

The human's fingers twitched around the God's hand, and his gaze hadn't met him for sometime as they walked. 
He wanted to go home, give his mind a chance to crash into sleep and reboot with some sense. 
They had been walking for some time, much longer than Alastor had thought he'd been in the woods previously. But he had to reason that they no longer were in the same place as they were before - not the forest at Alastor knew anyways. 
His hand was beginning to grow clammy against the beast God's palm.
Would he ever get out?
Peter
They were closed, and when they made it to the location it was clear. Luckily for the god none of the dangerous creatures in these forests were showing themselves. He felt the twitching of the mortal's hand, and couldn't help but chuckle gently. 

Alastor. A beautiful name. It held one meaning Avenger. 

He turns to the tiny creature checking him out before chuckling. "A name not suited for you, Tiny Creature. Avenger. Maybe with words... But then again there are tiny creatures who bites are painful so..." 

The god's tone was playful with no true bite to it, the god was teasing the mortal man holding his hand as he led him through the woods. He decided there he would lead him out even if he pissed him, not like they meet again, but he had amused him a lot. 

"Tiny creature will be your new name, only I will call you that." He smirks, before saying " We here" 

He stepped farther and in front of the two was a beautiful sight, a beautiful pond with crystal clear water, a waterfall. A large and beautiful weeping willow. They needed to enter under the leaves of the willow to exit Arcadia... But he let the mortal take a moment to enjoy the view. Remaining silent before leaning to him and whisper into his ear, "Beautiful yes, little creature"
Stacey
Alastor's dark eyebrow furrowed as his attention was once more on the God. His name did not suit him? 
And then the word that it was associated with had suspicion move in his core. 

**"I think it does.."** 
He mentioned quietly. 

There was more to the human's life than he was divulging out loud. This wasn't the strangest occurance that he or his family had experienced with a God. 
There was some bad blood circulating the veins of his relationships, strange occurrences in the middle of the night, and harassment that would likely tarnish his family name. 
Alastor was the one to step in.
As innocent as the human was, his need to uphold the sword of justice was strong. He would not be wrong. 

Alastor felt something akin to discomfort finally take ahold of him as he saw his chance to escape. 
The God leaned towards him, calling him that wretched name and the human finally tore his hand from Pan, eyes sharp as he glared.

 **"...Is it only because I am mortal? I am no pet..!"** 

Alastor pushed passed the whipping branches of the Willow tree and past the waterfall, unwilling to acknowledge it's beauty. He wouldn't be trapped by the illusion of peace. Alastor was on his guard, a distaste for the reaction of the God souring in his cheeks.
Peter
Pan looked at the mortal in shock when Alastors hand was torn away from his, he couldn't help but flinch back at the glare and venom that escaped Alastors voice. He watched for a moment, his eyes filled with shock and... Sadness. 

"W-wait- no I-" Pan tried to call out only for the mortal to run off, Pan chasing asking him a few moments later, "Wait Mortal- I didnt- stop running" 

Pan was panicking, he hoped he didn't ruin this, friendship? He wanted the mortal to come back and ask questions, the mortal promised he would, but Pan messed it up, and they were running away. Like everyone else, why did everyone fear him? 

He is not a vengeful god, sure he has his issues. When he is pissed he lets others figure a way out, if he really dislikes them kicks them out right away. He scares people away and has a tempter to him from all the mistreatment from the gods and others around him. 

"Please- I apologize- I don't think of you as a pet" He calls out, the mortal passing through where he needed to escape Arcadia making Pan even more desperate. He didn't want to lose something. His heart racing pounding in his chest, he was close to pleading a gods aid but silence that thought. 

His hand reaching out towards the mortal to grab him, Pan wanted to pull them towards him and keep them there not let them escape the tree lines, cause if he did he couldn't follow.