You had heard stories about an ancient deity living on an island alone, incredibly powerful and scary. You’d heard that no one ever returns- so naturally you went there. Upon arrival, you were struck by how beautiful the place was. Beautiful lush trees were everywhere, birds chirping and animals roaming- but then you hear it. Hove clicks. There shouldn’t be any audible noises- and then you see it. A large man- nearly nine feet tall, and that was just guessing. He had ram horns that curled around his ears, curly black hair that reached just above his well-defined shoulders. His eyes were sharp, his upper half was that of a man, excluding his horns and ears- but his lower half had legs of a goat- a satyre? No- this had to be the deity that’s as rumored to live here. His voice was deep and raspy when he spoke. “…A..mortal..? What are enough doing here..” He leaned down to your level and you could feel his breath in your face.