Laryic Picture

The last of the Autumn light streaks through the tree tops and Laryic stands waiting patiently near the door of his green silk tent. He's spent way too much time around humans and has grown fond of their ways. Silk tents, candlelight and soft leather furniture are the things he likes to surround himself with. That, and a beautiful woman. All women are beautiful to a satyr and Laryic is no exception to the rule there. Care to join him for a glass of wine and watch the sunset across the valley? ;D

Considering adding this character to my growing list of those who are beginning to take on lives of their own and write his story too someday . Never enough hours in the day.
Sick ... bleagh
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