- grover • satyr • tlt musical • tag;saebr
Anxiety was washing over the half-goat when he woke up, he was quick to notice this was not his room, this was not his bed, this was not camp, so that meant that this, whatever this was, was dangerous. He had no protection here! Except for himself! The thought made the teen shudder uncomfortably as a terrified bleat came from his mouth, he wasn’t really good at hiding his fear. He just had to hope that maybe this was a prank? Or at least it wasn’t life threatening...situations which were not life threatening were pretty good in Grover’s books! He eventually stood up, his hooves clicked on the floor once he did so, then he saw the note. Thank god! Some idea what was going on!
He was disappointed. Tossing the note aside after reading through it, the satyr found where his belongings were stored, but he didn’t take much, happy with his rainbow shirt, his hat and some reed-pipes for comfort, he could find some food later on. For now, his focus was exploring, hopefully finding other people...safety in numbers or whatever. “H-hello?” He called out nervously, his voice shaking slightly once he stepped out into a hallway, eyes scanning his surroundings wearily.
There! A figure! In the heat of the moment, Grover darted toward whoever the person, or thing, was; his hooves clipping on the floor. “Hey, man!” His voice raised along with his hands, waving them in franctic gestures to get attention, “Over here!”



