Whomst’s Swamp Adventure
warnings: injury
Whomst was having a strange day,(well as strange as you can have when everyone calls you whomst because they don’t know your name) he tripped 27 times on his way to the local town, was chased by a ravenous squirrel which he managed to hit with a rock to get it to flee, and had been convinced by a magical frog to go on an adventure with it, he was on that adventure now and was steadily making his way down a forgotten path, when all of the sudden… He heard the whinnying of a horse, Whomst didn’t know when but he had made it to a muddy swamp, he looked over to to see what looked like a drowning horse, it’s coat seemed almost a green color, and it’s mane looked as if made of seaweed. It’s cries seemed desperate, and he wondered why he had only heard it now, the magical frog at his side seemed suspicious, but Whomst brushed it off. Whomst knew there was little time to waste, so he slowly stepped into the swamp to rescue the horse. The mud was deep, and went up to about his waist. He waded through the squelchy sounds of the mud to reach the horse. As he attempted to calm the creature and stop it from thrashing around, Whomst felt something grabbing his leg. It felt like... seaweed? Whomst had little time to think as the seaweed was wrapping around his leg now and began to pull him deeper into the mud of the swamp. Whomst pulled his dagger from his side and cut the seaweed away as much as he could through the thick mud injuring himself in the process. Whomst had no time to waste however as the horse still needed to be freed from the swamp, he stood up and began to lead the horse to safety, however a large shadow now loomed over him. And wasn’t the mud deeper a second ago? Whomst had the feeling he didn’t want to look behind himself, he was already injured by the horse he was currently leading, and now there was some giant being behind him, could this day get any worse?.......On his trek back to base camp, Whomst had to sit down and tend to his injuries. He cleaned up most of the major wounds he could, but it still slightly hurt when he walked. Nevertheless, Whomst alongside his not-really-that-noble steed continued their return trip. They were met with little resistance (horse got smacked by a tree) and managed to make it back to Whomst’s cabin where he proceeded to pass out but not before vowing to never listen to magical frogs ever again. The journey may have been over but Whomst would have to go to town tomorrow as he got caught up in an adventure and forgot.
