The cat didn't leave. In fact, it stuck around long enough that he decided he should name the damn thing, if only so he could stop referring to it as "the cat". He'd settled on Tampa, after a type of flower, which he was somewhat proud of since he wasn't great at naming things. He had plenty of time to think down here, though. Still no monsters had crossed his path; he was beginnin...

It took him ages to make it all the way back to the crossroads. Cyprin cast a resentful look over his shoulder, shaking the rest of the water from his hooves one by one. What an absolute waste of time. Whatever. He began to head down the other path, ears pricked, listening for any hint of danger. He had, after all, ventured down here to fight monsters and face fearsome creatures. T...

He huffed in annoyance, stepping high as the water continued to rise. This stupid- cistern, or whatever it was- was not what he signed up for. Cyprin flicked his tail angrily, whickering in anger when the motion only flicked droplets onto his nose. He sloshed onwards. Did this place go on forever? The decrepit old archways continued on, disappearing into the middle distance. ...