OOC: This thread is when Maschine gets stuck in the swamp.
The man was out and about the lands, trying to get home. He needed some food, and he braved the storm long enough to dig up some of his old traps that held frozen prey. He didn't care that it was frozen, he'd just warm it up over the fire that the residents of the mansion had made sure to supply them with. Why Cotl thought it was a good idea to make Maschine brave the storm as well was a stupid decision on his part, and obviously not well thought out. He only thought that he would be going out to the ones closest to the house as well, but he ended up being out further than he thought. Before he knew it, it was all the way by the grotto with his steed, about to dismount and dig up a trap that would have been placed close to the grotto. Cotl didn't know that the land around the Grotto would be so deep, and so stuck worthy. He didn't realize things today, and in his mind, this storm was making him panic, so he wasn't thinking things all the way through, this was for sure.
The winds died down for some time, giving the man a break from the constant wind blowing against him, but it wouldn't be gone for too long, for they would come back, strong as ever, and once Maschine took a wrong step on a patch of snow that was too weak for his weight, the horse immediately had fallen into the muck, it's second front leg also following suit into the thick muck. There was a shocked whinny that came from Maschine as he sunk, thrashing to get free, but only getting another leg caught. Cotl quickly jumped off of the steed's back and onto some more solid ground and he had looked to Maschine. You'll be okay, Maschine! Ich promises. Ve needs help.. the man spoke, before he looked back towards where there would be clan members. He let out a yowling howl for the clan to help. Hopefully someone would hear his over the rushing winds.
-FUCKSHITBITCH- the words came from the Imaginifer's maw as he had walked back over to Maschine and he had taken the steed's reigns and tried to pull him out as well as he could. He needed help. He was too small to do this all alone and Maschine would die if he was left here. That was the last thing that Cotl would want for his steed.
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