Even with the slime on their coats it was a painful squeeze but all four horses pushed through into the light.   “Where are we?” Minjun asked, looking around at their new surroundings    They found themselves standing in a garden. The moonlight-like light had been from the bioluminescent plants that bloomed on every tree and burst from every flowerbed. ...

They slid down, down, down into the deeper and darker. Junghee started to actually enjoy the slide once he’d gotten used to the motion and the whistling wind. The creeping prickle on his skin at seeing the ghosts or figures earlier had gone, and he wondered if Hoseok and Seulki had reached the bottom yet? it felt so deep that he wondered if this slide was sending them hurtling down to the Moor Of Sleep…perhaps even d...

Seuki didn’t stop screaming and the monster didn’t stop its quest to bash Seulki’s brains. Not until its skull had been split open and it finally fell dead. Its tongue lolling out of its mouth while its brains, blood and bone scattered and spilled onto the dungeon floor. Its head still framed between the grate bars.   Seulki staggered back away from his brothers, breathing harder than they were and looki...

Minjun adjusted the harness he wore for the umpteenth time. No matter how he pulled or tugged it just didn’t seem to lay right. It all felt too tight, much like his throat did when he considered the day ahead of him. As well as  one of the unguarded, well lit tunnels ahead that the Mountainhewn held within their territory into in the deeper reaches of the dungeon. Their own personal highroads down into the Earthen Forge.    ...

“You're leaving already?” Kiyomi asked with a concerned frown as the young weld pulled himself up on to his hooves    “I have to.” he said as he stretched trying to keep the reluctance out of his voice. “My Dad will worry if I don’t meet him.” He said putting a smile on his face. “I’ll take it easier than I usually do. Promise” he said, feeling compelled to reassure the champagne mare who ...

Dance. Prance. Step. Strike Dance. Prance. Step. Strike Faster! Harder! Again!  Hessatal kept up the pace, the mantra a war chant in his head as he imagined the training dummy and the hanging bags of sand and hide were the beas...

“Ok lets see…carrots, apples, trail mix. Maybe I should see if there are any of those sweet nuts for sale” she mused as she nosed through her recent purchases.much to the chagrin of the other shoppers that day “Might need another few torches this time too” she recalled the overgrowth she’d uncovered in the depths of the first floor.  If she could burn away that…the possibilities made her hooves tingle. ...