Mud monster by the end - Wind Quest

[Dazi]

So the first half of the quest didn't go as well as I had planned it to. Now I look like some sort of swamp monster whom had been misplaced into this land of fire though at least I got what I had been looking for. Hell I had been reminded of my success the whole way here. The horrid taste of the probably toxic waste remained within my mouth. Even with the liquid I managed to come across on my travel here and the few mouthfuls of vegetation I had digested to try and comfort my twisting stomach, the taste still lingered. I have barely slept, determined to get this quest over and done with as quickly as possible and I could feel the stubborn burn in my tired eyes and the rippling exhaustion within my muscles though each time my tongue brushes against the moss I keep moist within my mouth I remember why I am putting myself through this hell. All I need is a volcanic rock, which is about as useful as the foul vegetation I collected though the beast had requested it and to get what I desire I must follow his demands. Just keep my mind off of the fact I could be called a temporary slave and I wont freak out. I'll just consider this a job. Yes, a life risking job with payment that is well worth the risk.

The once vibrant snow hued femme now looked, well plain disgraceful. Her wires were not longer held high, the mud, twigs and other organic hitchhikers weighed it down so that it fell limply behind her. Her mane was caked to her nape which resembled the rest of her cloak which was covered in sweat, caked mud, rotting vegetation and deep red algae that spotted her like an illness. Never before had so looked so disheveled though hopefully no creature would see her like this. Only in her nightmares had she ever appeared so horrid. She felt like a f***en Frankenstein and she probably smelt like one two. She hadn't bothered cleaning herself on her journey since she knew she'd sweat like hell in a land like this. Nothing had improved since her last visit here. It was still drab and stereotypical.

Her nares quivered as she drew in a breath. The air was humid and smelt of singed hair and charred flesh though it was more welcome then the stench of the marsh. Her muscles were exhausted though there was no struggle to move like there was in the muck and water. Her pillars were trembling with each step she took, her hooves hitting the black paths created by previous lava spills with a hollow -clap-. Every move she made was watched by the glowing eyes created by the lava pits. They were daunting in her currently exhausted state though they weren't as disturbing as the invisible gaze of the creatures that were hidden in the marsh.

The heat radiating up from the red pools around her caused the already dried muck upon her body to turn to rock, making it a strain to move freely. The head seemed to swirl within her body with little release, the muck clinging to her prevented her from sweating freely or the heat making its way from her body. Once this quest was over she was going to vanish into a land of snow and not return for a century.

Nares quivered as she released a hot breath, her mind and body feeling exhausted by what they had to endure. She probably should have slowed down a little and not have rushed herself but her determined and stubborn nature had prevented her from taking it easy and now that she was here she may as well complete the end of her quest.

Optics scanned the land around her though the only sight that met her were the bubbling lava pits and concrete like black paths. If she wanted to get a rock then she's had to find a place that wasn't so tightly packed. Her dirtied frame slowly made its way along the path until she came to the base of the volcano where the rocks were loosened due to the continuous movement of the earth below them. Raising a hoof she pawed at the rocks, moving them around before her eye caught a small though well shaped Basalt Volcanic rock. She lowered her mouth to the rock, letting the moss fall atop of it before clamping her lips around the moss and rock before her skull rose once more.

Finally the damned quest was over. Why did she have to go through so much unsightly trouble for two worthless objects? If the beast was not who he said he was and this was all just some sort of a prank then she'd rip his pretty little throat from his nape.

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