"Where the fuck am i." Cricket exclaimed, glancing around the area as a huff would leave his chest. He had been on the path back to the circus and suddenly, before he knew it, he was lost.  Usually, he had a fantastic sense of direction.. however, it had been deteriorating recently, though it hadn't stopped the stallion from going out alone. Stupid as it may be, he craved to be alone in the dungeon whenever his thoughts overwhelmed...

Clank. Clank. Clank. Terrence's ears perked to the muffled sound of a forge, gaze wandering to rest on the taller courser beside him. In the light of the furnace, the large course didn't appear particularly bad. He'd even wager the courser had a certain charm to him. Cricket's gaze locked upon the direction the sound came from, ears perked forward. His jaw would tighten for a split second before he ...

A sneer painted on the tall and lanky courser's face as he traversed the dungeon, his tail swishing behind him as he moved in an irritated, cat-like manner. One of Cricket's companions had gotten spooked in the dungeon, rushing off towards what he had presumed was safety. "Where have you gone, little friend." He'd mutter quietly, head dropping as nostrils would flare, dragging in the scent of a trail. A new scent intermingled with t...