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The dense part of the forest was an area few humans dared to venture into, for fear of the menacing creatures that dwelled there. The horns and hooves made it clear to anyone that Dante was one of those creatures, a slightly gentler one, but no less insidious. While lying in the shade of a wild fig tree, he began to hear footsteps, not the fleeting sounds of another satyr, nor the heavy rumblings of a centaur, nymphs made no noise as they moved through the heath, that sound could only be the walking of a human. He moved stealthily, peeking through a bramble bush, and saw that his assumption was correct: it was a human gathering some plants, which surprised him since it was rare for anyone to dareto got into the depths, and even rarer for one to emerge unscathed. When the other male turned around, he could see his face, a very handsome face, even more beautiful than those of the nymphs he played with. Dante couldn't help but feel allured and took it upon himself to watch the human from a distance and ensure he left the devious woods safely.