P FOR PANDAEMONIUM ...

Today we are more than halfway through the challenge and it is still an exciting time meeting new friends and enjoying each others themes. I still have many more blogs I'd like to visit and hopefully by the end of the month I will have made even more new friends. I'd like to thank everyone who's visited and my steady blog friends who visit often. Than you ALL. Today is a bit of a mischievous  tale and I hope you enjoy it.

Sunlight streams through the trees, dappling hues of gold and persimmon  on unsuspecting leaves. Nymphs scurry in the forest glens of Arcadia as two clopping hooves approach with great speed.

Horns pierce the low-lying boughs with intensity. Keen of eye, he sees his prey and slows to a halt and sits on a nearby rock. Smiling, delicate fingers draw a collection of hollow reeds, strung together in decreasing lengths, from a woven silk pouch drawn by a sparkling silver laniard.

With a sensual glance from his black molten eyes, muscular arms raise as he presses the reeds to his lips, and pipes a rustic tune.

The nymphs seduced by the melody begin to dance. In a trance they spin, twirl and prance. Pleased, he continues to play and slowly climbs down the rock, bridging the gap between them. 

Captivated by the nymphs, he yearns to join them, but lust overpowers him and snatches a sparkling nymph close to him. 

The others flit away as the ritual of spring mating takes place. Pleased with his conquest, the god of the shepherds and flocks, turns into a black kid and chases after the fleeing nymphs. 

Splashing in a pool of liquid blue, the nymphs sing and frolic unaware of the four-legged visitor. How will Pan handle his next conquest? He is clever in the art of seduction. One never knows.