Cthuhlu stared at Istasha, their chartreuse eyes dancing along her feminine figure. She knew very well what she was doing, the minx. She always knew. Out of everything that ventured into or was born from the dungeon Istasha was the one other living being they could tolerate. Whether it was the alluring shape of her body, her magnetic charm, or the fact he somehow felt the loneliness plagued on lowborn Coursers, Cthuhlu didn't know - and refused to allow the final to be the answer. His tail of swamp gloom flicked, his eyes roving over the spotted mare again, and then the pitcher plant.

Its gaping maw was open and ready, hungry to be fed another foolish equine who'd wandered to close. It'd be nothing difficult - a simple push forward and she'd topple in. Would she fight? Try and scramble out. And if she did... what would they do? The machinations of their mind were whirling, they could feel it in the flick of their orbs as they danced between the ether vixen and the gigantic plant. It, like them, was overgrown and threatened the available space within this mediocre chamber. The thick ropes of roots already strangled the already cramped space, and the success of the predatorial flora had only exacerbated the problem as its girth grew with each unfortunate Dungeon Courser who'd fallen in. Their bones were just visible through the leathery hide of the plant's belly. It wasn't one here or there, but a whole slew, a macabre display of one's horrifying collection.

Cthuhlu's eyes flicked back to the woman who glanced so demurely over her shoulder. Would she sprout again from the dungeon if she was pushed in? Or would it be her untimely demise, permanent and irreversible? If so, they'd be left with only the golden one to harbor kinship, and the very hypothetical buried their ears into the mess of their mane and had pearly teeth bared in a snarl. "It can be easily fixed." The words left them in a growl.

Finally, the temptation was removed as she sauntered further away from the pitcher plant, releasing Cthuhlu from the nefarious thoughts bouncing within their dream box.

"Stay long enough, and perhaps you will." She mused at them as she swaggered towards another path, leaving them behind in the gloom with the healthy flora. Cthuhlu stared at it once more, eyes darkened with a furrowed brow. A snort left their nares, a dismissal, and they too turned away from the grand feat of nature buried so deep into this kingdom. There was nothing left for him here besides further contemplation, and further dives into his own twisted dreams, and Istasha had already left them sour.