through the swamp

Your next few seconds were a blur. There was no way of knowing what was on the other end of these tendrils. It might be your ****. No way of stopping your trip through the undergrowth. At least your godly form was more durable than when you were human. A normal mortal would have been knocked out by now. Not that that was a comfort now.

You felt your life flash before your eyes. Was your journey really over before it began? The god was panicked, trying to calm you down. There was the occasional bump that shook you up. Within seconds you must have cleared hundreds of feet through the marsh.

Your body splashed through murky water like a skipping stone. The panic was growing in your voice. Birds scattered in your wake through the canopy. All through your trip the tendril held fast to your leg. When you finally got close it pulled you up in the air.

Upside down you eyed a positively gigantic man eating plant. It was clamped shut, a primal mawed fusion of beast and plant. Tentacles and roots all around the massive plant made it even more impressive. As the maw opened up you readied youself for a painful ****. You gulped hard as you mentally prepared. It was all for naught.

As soon as the plant opened up more you were in awe. Instead of **** you were greeted by a... boy?