Hunter grumbled under his breath as his mother dragged him toward their home. Finally stopping after they got to the path. "Alright, mother! You can let go now!" He snapped, yanking his ear away from her grip. Solar raised an eyebrow, but sighed. "Next time, don't run so far." Of course, she didn't realize how long he'd been gone. Only that he was gone when she finally checked on him. Hunter rolled his eyes, brushing off some of the pain to his pride. "Yes, Mother, of course."...

Hunter saw him, the Harvester wandering the fields of pumpkins and flowers, somehow graceful enough not to step on any of them. The clanking armor, the giant scythe, all familiar to Hunter from the night he first encountered the blood-red hunter's moon. Hunter strode toward the spirit, eager to speak with the pumpkin-shaped being about what he saw in the dungeons earlier, but froze just like he was a foal as soon as the Harvester turned to see him. The Harvester seemed confused,...

'Galatea, Galatea, Galatea…' The spirits groaned in an otherworldly chant that sent shivers up Hunter's spine. He'd seen that word scrawled on the stone of a mine, which made him raise an eyebrow. "What makes a mine so important to these spirits?" Hunter said, rolling his eyes as he spotted another spirit gurgling the word under its breath. As he wandered the field, looking for the Harvester, Hunter sighed as he watched the spirits on their way, lost in the mortal world, unabl...

Hunter held no fear for the blood moon. Why would he? Hunter's parents named him after it. Even though he couldn't understand why, apart from his red coat, he still felt a bond with the Hunter's moon whenever it was visible. Hunter could still remember it. The first night he stepped into the red light of the Hunter's moon and basked in its light. At first, Hunter thought it was pure magic, and frolicked among the pretty gold flowers and orange pumpkins in the fields with foalish naivet...

Hunter looked around at the battlefield they trudged through while Terrence walked right behind him. After the first fiasco, Terrence was determined to keep watch of Hunter, lest he end up getting attacked again by some monster and come to an early grave. The deserted battlefield, once filled with life, now lies empty with hollow tunnels. The philosophies once stood for forgotten, the names of the soldiers no longer spoken, and the world once requiring such bloodshed now abandoned to t...

Hunter trotted down the bridge across the lava pit below. Hunter was no idiot; he's arrogant, but he knows better than to mess with lava, so he trotted as carefully as possible. Noctus was watching the flames lick the inside of the brazier they'd brought with them - set tied in a make-shift harness around Hunter's body to keep it from falling. Hunter smiled as he finally crossed the bridge. "Well, we've made it to the second level. I'd say this is an accomplishment worthy of a break." ...

It felt impossible what he was seeing. One moment, he was running away from a blinding flash of light in a water reservoir, the next, he was face-to-face with something extraordinary. This is it! His past failing in the campaign didn’t matter anymore, he had something to bring back now. He walked up to the brazier; the object held by a statue so corroded that he could barely make out anything about it. A large Dungeon Courser with something on its back. Hunter could only assume it wa...

Hunter walks into a strange structure; with massive beams and many archways holding up the ceiling. At first, Hunger was confused, until he stepped into the water gathered at the bottom. Hunter raised an eyebrow. The water was so deep that it came to his ankle. What would be the use of this? Instead of cobblestone and moss, there were stone bricks lining the walls, with engravings and carvings lining the walls and archways. Hunter looked around, finding the place quite odd. “H...

"I'm sorry, you what?" "A ferocious creature attacked me. Luckily, I fought it off with my skill and strength, and this one was so impressed, it tagged along." Hunter said, gesturing to the owl on his back with his head. The owl didn't pay attention, focused instead on watching the area for a mouse or other creature it could snatch up for food. The horse with Hunter furrowed their brow. "Hunter, what's got you so interested in going down in the dungeons? Pardon my prying, but yo...

Of course, Hunter would tell anyone that the 'mysterious creature' who jumped on his back was a beast of some sort, and that he'd 'fought it off with all his might'. But the owl that was now perched on his back was proof that the story was hogwash. Yes, indeed, an owl scared the mighty Hunter into playing possum. Hunter gave the owl the name 'Noctus', inspired by a mythical beast from a forgotten legend. Noctus seemed to like the name and stuck around, now becoming Hunter's new pet, it...

Hunter's luck had come through for him again, either that or his charm. The up-coming dungeon crawler Terrence had overheard his stories and came to help him along through the dungeons. Either that, or Terrence's own boastful demeanor caused him to gravitate towards Hunter for having a similar vibe. Pointing to a deep tunnel, Hunter smirks. Terrence raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" "Of course, nobody else seems to have gone down there before!" "Shouldn't that be ...

Hunter trotted down into the murky depths of the dungeon's first level. Being as brash as he often was, the striking red stallion knew for sure that he could handle whatever the dungeons threw at him. He strutted down into the catacombs with no preparation or companionship, completely naked of resources and previsions to help him on his way. Of course, this would usually be an act of hubris that would get any Dungeon Courser killed. …But Hunter was inexplicably lucky, and he had the ...