scare the monsters out
06-02-2019, 10:40 AM
She followed along the river path, which seemed the safest route to take. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and so much warmer than she was used to. Burdened by the heat, she trudged along, maw parted in a wide pant, heavily hooded eyes glassy as she slipped into a daydream state. During long stretches of solitude, she has used her imagination as a means to cope, and it was easy to fall back into the habit once again. So easy, in fact, that she became completely caught up, and failed to take a turn upon arriving at the whispering caves, traveling instead further downstream until she came upon a swampy area.
The humid air was strange to breathe, but she could not discern any other immediate concerns. If she could just cut through, she could surely loop back to where she had wanted to go. Rust tipped ears folding worriedly against her crown, she pressed forward, slowly making her way deeper into the swamp. The midday sun, hot and glaring, had banished the mist that typically clung to the area, revealing the pitfalls and traps that might have otherwise been undetectable. It was, by all means, the best time to cross the swamp, if done so quickly and carefully.
Muses, for all the care she had, had never seen a swamp before. She did not know the perils of quicksand, nor how easily it was to become ensnared in the boggy terrain. Yet somehow, she managed to prance along almost effortlessly; a phantom gliding over hostile terrain that would have likely taken someone far less fortunate. Yet as she crossed nearly unscathed, she misjudged her step, and stumbled over a hidden root jutting out between two clumps of tall grass. She was sent sprawling, chin first into the mud. For a moment she lay there in defeat, water beginning to seep up from the ground, soaking through her coat. Something sparkly caught her attention. It was just a few inches from the tip of her nose, and if she could just stretch her neck out a little further, she might be able to reach it. In an appropriately swamp-beast manner, she slowly opened her mouth, reaching forward, feeling that if she could just covet something pretty, it might make up for this blunder.
The humid air was strange to breathe, but she could not discern any other immediate concerns. If she could just cut through, she could surely loop back to where she had wanted to go. Rust tipped ears folding worriedly against her crown, she pressed forward, slowly making her way deeper into the swamp. The midday sun, hot and glaring, had banished the mist that typically clung to the area, revealing the pitfalls and traps that might have otherwise been undetectable. It was, by all means, the best time to cross the swamp, if done so quickly and carefully.
Muses, for all the care she had, had never seen a swamp before. She did not know the perils of quicksand, nor how easily it was to become ensnared in the boggy terrain. Yet somehow, she managed to prance along almost effortlessly; a phantom gliding over hostile terrain that would have likely taken someone far less fortunate. Yet as she crossed nearly unscathed, she misjudged her step, and stumbled over a hidden root jutting out between two clumps of tall grass. She was sent sprawling, chin first into the mud. For a moment she lay there in defeat, water beginning to seep up from the ground, soaking through her coat. Something sparkly caught her attention. It was just a few inches from the tip of her nose, and if she could just stretch her neck out a little further, she might be able to reach it. In an appropriately swamp-beast manner, she slowly opened her mouth, reaching forward, feeling that if she could just covet something pretty, it might make up for this blunder.