Cash Me Outside
09-17-2017, 01:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-17-2017, 03:32 PM by Kanja.)
Navigation - Travelers' Pitfall
With a spring in her step and a hum on her lips Kanja made her way across the treacherous terrain. Every once in a while her hum would fade as she came across the partially submerged corpse of a hapless traveler. She would scrutinize the ground around the body, sidestep once or twice, and then carry on her merry way completely unfazed by the gruesome death of a fellow creature. Quicksand, she believed, was one of those things set in motion by the gods to weed out stupid critters. Anyone with a little sense knew that quicksand was scarier in theory than in reality. If you didn't panic and flail around like a puss you had little to fear. Freeing yourself might be difficult, but it was certainly far from impossible.
Up ahead the foreleg of some kind of hoofed creature jutted out of the ground. It was amazing, really, how well the quicksand blended in with the rest of the terrain. If not for the decaying limb she wouldn't have been able to tell there was danger ahead. The surface of the mucky pool was smooth and innocuous-looking. It seemed that after some amount of time passed the sandy muck would smooth over and right itself in preparation of another attack. Like she'd done with other corpse filled pools, Kanja sidestepped the mess. Once to get around it, once more for good measure and then she began to move forwards agai-
Oh, balls. In an instant she was up to her neck in silty muck. The ground under her forepaws had crumbled away allowing her front half to slide in. Luckily, her back legs were still on firm ground. Unfortunately, the angle made lifting herself out difficult. Kanja wiggled around a bit to test the grip of the quicksand. She knew the gist of how it worked; how whatever force she used to try to free herself would be used against her. The giantess huffed. If she moved slowly and inched her way backwards she should (in theory) be able to free herself. Her ears flattened as a thought struck her. What if there were witnesses?
Forgetting for a moment that she was in danger Kanja lifted her head and cast a defiant glance across her surroundings. The last thing she wanted (almost rivaling dying this way) was for someone to see her right now. She couldn't - wouldn't - suffer such a blow to her dignity.
Up ahead the foreleg of some kind of hoofed creature jutted out of the ground. It was amazing, really, how well the quicksand blended in with the rest of the terrain. If not for the decaying limb she wouldn't have been able to tell there was danger ahead. The surface of the mucky pool was smooth and innocuous-looking. It seemed that after some amount of time passed the sandy muck would smooth over and right itself in preparation of another attack. Like she'd done with other corpse filled pools, Kanja sidestepped the mess. Once to get around it, once more for good measure and then she began to move forwards agai-
Oh, balls. In an instant she was up to her neck in silty muck. The ground under her forepaws had crumbled away allowing her front half to slide in. Luckily, her back legs were still on firm ground. Unfortunately, the angle made lifting herself out difficult. Kanja wiggled around a bit to test the grip of the quicksand. She knew the gist of how it worked; how whatever force she used to try to free herself would be used against her. The giantess huffed. If she moved slowly and inched her way backwards she should (in theory) be able to free herself. Her ears flattened as a thought struck her. What if there were witnesses?
Forgetting for a moment that she was in danger Kanja lifted her head and cast a defiant glance across her surroundings. The last thing she wanted (almost rivaling dying this way) was for someone to see her right now. She couldn't - wouldn't - suffer such a blow to her dignity.
THIS FLOOF IS NOT NICE
EXPECT FOUL LANGUAGE AND GIGGLES AT YOUR EXPENSE AT THE VERY LEAST