Commish for  makuta!

Strangely enough, I started this one first but finished it last. I ran into some issues with ambiance that I worked out whilst working on other POVs, so it was pretty easy to come back and wrap this one up.

I’ll be working on a small personal project along with the next commish in line, so keep an eye out for those!

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0:00- That last spell was definitely not a good idea. You've been reduced to no more than a few inches in height in the midst of a vast plain. The city, normally no more than a half-hour’s walk, looks almost impossible to reach. The blinding sun doesn't do much to help, either.
0:15- You turn as you hear the dull thuds of a horse’s hooves. The mare is roaming through the grasses, although she doesn't seem to have seen you yet.
0:22- Never mind that. She draws closer as you start to back away slowly.
0:30- You trip over a tangled mess of plants, landing hard on your back. The mare looms over you, sniffing at your prone frame with curiosity.
0:37- She leans down and snatches you up in her maw. You struggle mightily as her tongue slushes you around, but it’s of no use. The gooey saliva quickly soaks you through.
0:46- A tremendous groaning envelops you as the mare swallows you whole. The slimy walls of her gullet swiftly drag you down.
1:05- You slip out from the crushing walls of her throat and into her stomach. Thick slime and half-digested grass fills the convulsing chamber.
1:32- Already woozy from the lack of breathable air, you can dimly perceive the shudders as the mare lies down in the grass.
2:25- The rhythmic squeezing of your muscular prison grows stronger, mashing you against the stinging acids with each pulse.
3:17- A final squeeze presses you into unconsciousness.