[ Don't mind me, just going ahead and reusing this ugly thread from months past for more uncreative titles and stuffs, falalalalalaaaaa :U; *shot* ]
The ever mucky land and misty cover of the Baian Swamp deterred most from ever daring to explore such a strange and foreboding place. The sheer density of the plant growth deeper within often made it impossible for those that dared to try. It was certainly a place of myths and rumors, shrouded in mysteries that were fueled by the ever paranoid whispers of tall tellers. There were tales of beasts, monsters, HUGE terrible things in this place that would rather gobble you up than look at you. These creatures that were thought to thrive here in the secrecy of an untouched land were never thought of as good or normal things. Of course not. Why would anything good or normal live in such a horrid place? It was not a place of good.
And it was certainly not any place for a child. Nor one so small as this child that found herself past the point of safety of the swamp's border. She was not wearing the best attire for a swamp either, with little more a ragged looking faded purple dress and a small shoulder throw. She was not even wearing shoes... Though one could not tell at first look, there were socks covering her feet, but by now she had mud reaching all the way up to her knee caps, even some splashed upon the bottom of her dress.
It was a slow walk through the mud and the cold nip of the wet land sucked the heat from her tiny body. Her nose was red from the air and from her crying. In her hands, she grasped tightly a small doll. It was dirty as well (though how clean could you expect to stay in this place); it's porcelain face cracked on the cheek and stained from the muck, it's dress just as ragged as the girls, and it was missing an arm. The girl stopped as she came upon a protruding root of a large twisted tree and with the little strength she could muster, hauled herself up out of the sticky mud. Slowly she looked around then curled herself up into a ball and began to cry softly into her doll.
The ever mucky land and misty cover of the Baian Swamp deterred most from ever daring to explore such a strange and foreboding place. The sheer density of the plant growth deeper within often made it impossible for those that dared to try. It was certainly a place of myths and rumors, shrouded in mysteries that were fueled by the ever paranoid whispers of tall tellers. There were tales of beasts, monsters, HUGE terrible things in this place that would rather gobble you up than look at you. These creatures that were thought to thrive here in the secrecy of an untouched land were never thought of as good or normal things. Of course not. Why would anything good or normal live in such a horrid place? It was not a place of good.
And it was certainly not any place for a child. Nor one so small as this child that found herself past the point of safety of the swamp's border. She was not wearing the best attire for a swamp either, with little more a ragged looking faded purple dress and a small shoulder throw. She was not even wearing shoes... Though one could not tell at first look, there were socks covering her feet, but by now she had mud reaching all the way up to her knee caps, even some splashed upon the bottom of her dress.
It was a slow walk through the mud and the cold nip of the wet land sucked the heat from her tiny body. Her nose was red from the air and from her crying. In her hands, she grasped tightly a small doll. It was dirty as well (though how clean could you expect to stay in this place); it's porcelain face cracked on the cheek and stained from the muck, it's dress just as ragged as the girls, and it was missing an arm. The girl stopped as she came upon a protruding root of a large twisted tree and with the little strength she could muster, hauled herself up out of the sticky mud. Slowly she looked around then curled herself up into a ball and began to cry softly into her doll.