An Odd kind Of Satyr?
I don't know if anyone else can relate, so I am just tossing it out onto the only platform I know that can maybe have some answers for me or at least someone who feels similarly.
For a long time now, I've sort of identified as a sort of satyr; this body is human, but I know I was meant to have long curling horns, yellow goat eyes and strong goat legs that ended in hooves. Fun and music and debauchery abound and I have this uncanny knack for animals.
Thing is, I don't seem to be as drawn to the forest or greek origins. I feel more at home in the desert, among the cacti and shrubs. Scaling the tall mountains and peaks in order to find just the right place to sun bathe and eat the fresh grass and sweet prickly pears. Taking shade among the thin trees and drinking from the oasis.
I vaguly remember a few others, but only a few in my meditations.
I dont know. Are there any others out there like me?
I can very much relate to this as a fellow satyrkin who isnāt drawn to the mythological origins of my kintype.
Instead of deserts, rocky plateaus and so on, Iām much more entranced by cliffs, mountains & the chilly gusts of wind during a winter dawn.
Granted, itās a bit ironic how all of my yearning to be in a place of grand heights when Iām also a smidge frightened by them, but you get the general idea.
I absolutely get that! It's comforting to at least know there are other types that at least feel like....different types of goats/satyr? I almost want to say?