Satyr and Cerberus [Part 7]
This is the second part of your birthday present TORAH! The most adorable dragon in the woooorld! HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAY <3
“Hello, I am here to speak to the Satyr that has enchanted my little brother.”
The Sheriff, as he was titled by the Satyr’s in his area as the protector of their small land, stared at the curt Cerberus that thought she was intimidating. And she was. She was clearly upper class, and despite how bored her two counterparts appeared on her shoulder, they had sharp teeth and could strike at any moment. The Sheriff might have been strong for a Satyr, but he was still lower on the food chain.
“There is no such Satyr here,” he stated confidently, not folding in front of the Cerberus because she technically had no jurisdiction outside of the city of Athens. “Only my son and I reside here and neither of us are interested in male Cerberi. So I suggest you look else-“
The Sheriff cringed at the voice of his son from behind him in the doorway of their home. He sounded timid but, more cringe-worthy of all, he sounded guilty. He sighed knowingly, “Stiles…”