Story with god Angus meeting reader in his forest? And they are taking care of some plants or a doe that got injured or smt pls?!
“There you go, dear..no pun intended.” You chuckled quietly as you wounded the bandage around the doe’s ankle. She had a nasty-looking gash on it, probably due to a wolf attack that she barely escaped from.
But she most likely would have died from blood loss had you not noticed the red trails in the forest’s dark grass. You had to step off the gravel pathway that led back to civilization, although you were willing to get a little lost just to save the life of this innocent creature. The trail should lead you back to where you were anyway.
After you patched up the doe, she sat up and looked at you with large beady black eyes. “Alright, girl..” You whispered, gently stroking her fur as you helped her stand up. Her injured leg wobbled a little, but she seemed to be holding herself up just fine. “That’s it. You got this.”
You expected her to wander off once she gained her footing, considering how skittish animals like her could be.
However, the melodious sound of a flute began playing, causing her to freeze and perk her ears up. Then, as if in a trance, she began wandering towards the direction of the music, causing you to follow suit out of curiosity.
“I’m wondering what that is, too,” you muttered, brushing aside the bushes and other plants in your way.
But then once you came to a clearing, you stopped short, eyes widening when you saw a rather handsome man with brown spiked hair sitting by a pond. He was sitting crisscrossed, leaning against a tree with his eyes closed as he played a pan flute. The most intriguing things about him were his curled goat-like horns, as well as his lower half being covered with dark brown fur, and his feet being replaced with shiny black hooves.
He also had a tail with black fuzz at the tip resting in his lap, and a loincloth was wrapped around his waist, decorated with various leaves.
The fearless doe walked over to sit by him, although you stayed where you were, not wanting to scare him away.
You knew he was a satyr, more specifically Pan, the god of nature himself. But as much as you admired the gods, you knew better than to interrupt his melody. So instead you just closed your eyes, allowing the tune to wash over your senses and resonate in your eardrums.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last long as you looked over when the music abruptly stopped and you heard a small gasp.
Seemingly panic-striken, Pan stood up, his horns disappearing back into his hair and his hooves and fur turning into human legs. He stared at you with bright blue eyes, backing up against the tree even as you stepped into the clearing with your hands up.
Of course, you also knew that all the gods had a human form and a fake name to conceal their identities with on earth. And even if a mortal knew who they were, only gods were allowed to refer to each other by their true name.
“Hey..it’s okay.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
At your words, he relaxed his shoulders, giving a shaky sigh as he turned back into his satyr form. “A-Alright, sorry ‘bout that,” he chuckled nervously. Oddly enough, his voice held a thick Australian accent. “Not used t’ seein’ many humans in my forest.”
He put his flute into his satchel, which was made of cloth just like his loincloth was. Then he eyed the doe sitting down, staring at her leg with wide eyes, before he looked back at you. “Did..you do that?” He gestured to the bandage.
You nodded, feeling a bit bashful as he came closer to you. “Yeah..I had to follow a trail of blood to find her. She probably got attacked by some creature so I did the right thing and helped her.”
“Thank ya for doin’ that, mortal.” He smiled warmly, kneeling down to pet the doe’s ears. You took a leap of faith and decided to sit beside him, petting her back. “She’s like a sister to me…all of th’ creatures of this forest are like my family.”
“Yeah,” you replied. “I..highly respect your forests. What’s your human name?”
“Ah..well, I’d be happy to guide ya back to the gravel roads, [y/n],” Angus offered as he rose to his hooves, reaching his hand down. You took it and allowed him to help you up.
He then put his muscular arm around your shoulders, which made you a bit flustered, although you did your best to relax as he walked you back to the gravel pathway.
All the while, he told you about the different parts of the forest, and you simply smiled and listened to his cheerful rambles.
Who knew that a simple act of kindness could result in you befriending a god?
