Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Sexy, sleazy Satyrs...
Satyr's they're interesting aren't they? As discussed in my post "Good Girls don't talk to Satyrs", the appearance of a Satyr varies from source to source. In my writing, I tend to use the appearance as sketched (rather poorly) above.
There is one characteristic that remains the same throughout all descriptions of the Satyr - their insatiable appetite for human women. This makes the Satyr a fun character to write, particularly in a contemporary setting. How would a Satyr fit in our society? Fairly badly, I'd imagine.
In "Magical Gains" the Satyrs live in a colony in the "Free Zone" (a place where magic is unregulated and Magical Beings can behave as they wish, with minimal interference from humans). In the Free Zone the Satyrs live and worship the God Dionysus with a monthly Revelry at the full moon.
Here's an excerpt from "Magical Gains" - when Primrose, my awkward heroine finds herself the unwilling "guest" at a Satyr Revelry.
“You are in the Satyr Colony, obviously,” a snide feminine voice growled.
Several of the Satyrs turned to face the speaker. It was a heavily pregnant woman who, by the looks of it, was human.
“Eloise, remember yourself,” the Stag retorted swiftly and sensing a fight, clip-clopped between Eloise and Primrose. “Eloise is the head Maenad. She is bearing my Satyr child,” he said. “She forgets herself.”
Eloise rubbed her protuberant stomach restlessly, evidently annoyed by Primrose’s unexpected presence.
Primrose looked from the Stag to Eloise and back again. “Well, I’d rather not cause domestic unquiet, so I might as well just leave,” Primrose said hopefully and stood, noticing with dismay her favorite skirt had torn and split up the thigh, revealing a suggestive amount of leg.
The Stag uttered a rich masculine laugh. “Leave before we have even been properly introduced? How rude!” He moved closer to Primrose and the surrounding Satyrs. “Bring our guest a drink, Priapus.” He winked at a younger Satyr who was repeatedly glancing covetously at Primrose’s exposed thigh.
“Now, as you await your drink, I beg you tell me your name, sweet lady.”
Primrose could barely contain her blanch at his lame endearment. “Primrose Brasco,” she replied stiffly.
The Stag smiled broadly. “A beautifully pure and chaste name! I hope you taste as sweet as you sound.” He grinned again. “I am Silenus and as you may or may not have guessed, I am the Stag of this colony. You are very fortunate to be our guest this evening...Tonight is a night of Revelry.”
Primrose stared blankly at him. “This is supposed to make your kidnapping of me okay? Some Revelry?”
A flash of annoyance was visible for only a moment on Silenus’s handsome face, before he smoothed it away with a nonchalant flick of his curly auburn hair. “We follow the ancient ways of the god Dionysus in this colony. It is our law that every full moon, we partake in the Revelry.” Several of the other Satyrs’ eyes lightened with excitement.
“Let me guess,” Primrose began with much more confidence than she felt. “This Revelry has something to do with drinking and sex?”
Silenus grinned. “Of course! Everything about Satyrs has to do with drinking and sex.”