It takes a moment for you to realize what you've become. How could this have happened? The Satyrs were so pleasant and gracious. Tera had been so loving to you. Surely, she could not have become so wanton and evil so quickly. Where did you lose complete control over your being and form?
Your human thoughts are fading fast. You've got to get out of here ... got to get away from these beasts.
With your last rational, human' thought, your mind screams "RUN."
And you do just that. Running on four legs takes some getting used to, but you quickly adapt. You hear the cries of protest from the Satyrs behind you, close on your hooves. But you dare not look back for fear of losing ground to them.
You run headlong into the forest.
A louder cry erupts behind you. You must look back to see what's the matter.
Still running at full speed, you turn your head. The satyrs are screaming for you to stop. In your animal mind, their words make little sense to you. You know only fear of these beasts that will violate you, the thought is not totally unpleasent, but still you wish for what you were to be again, you.
A look ahead, you see a deep cut in the earth. It is a thousand foot deep cravase, a river runs at the bottom, you must leap across or be caught.
The mad group of satyrs are approaching, you need to act and soon.
A deep breath, you leap in one springing motion. For just that short space of time you know what birds enjoy.
"Thud!"
You slam face first into the clift's side, your forelegs and those sharp cloven hoofs scrable for to keep you from falling.
Suddenly there is two hands gripping your forelegs.
You look up into the face of a young man, he has you, he has saved your from certain death!
A grunt and he hoists you over the clift's face allowing you to stand before him, your still a large black male goat!
He kneels and begins to pet your face, to offer a simple minded beast the comforts known to humans.
Your tail wags, you bleat your greatful satisfaction.
He stands up, looks across the deep cravase, seeing the angered Satyrs on the far side. Seemingly he knows they are evil. You know this first hand. He picks up a rock and throws it at them, making the cowards scatter and run for their nannies.
"Come with me, I will take good car of you, my friend!" says the kind man.
You follow him, he is your savior from death. As he looks down at you, you look up as best a billy goat could. Eyes connect, seemingly minds to also, and he says to you, "They changed you into a fine form of one large billy goat, is this the way you wish to live your life? Because, if you would be as something else, Pleasure Island is the right place at the right time."
What he offers makes better sense than being just a billy goat. You stop and looking backwards over shaggy shoulders, the pondering thought of living as a goat really does not thrill you all that much.
The man smiles at you, beckoning you to follow him.
Trotting on cloven hoofs you feel this man has your better interests in mind, boy are you wrong!