Black Beauty was staring at the.. tentacles? Yes, tentacles- that currently held onto his front limbs. They were trying to pull him into a rather unappealing pit with other writhing masses sticking out. He wasn’t exactly sure how he would escape this, trying to pull away from the wriggling thing didn’t work- it refused to let go!

“Oh dear.” Beauty lifted one of his legs upwards, once more trying to pull away. Again, the mass refused to let go of its prize. “Oh could you please let go?? This is incredibly uncomfortable. I am searching for my friends; have you seen them? One is a red chestnut mare- with a white stripe on her face. The other is a short, fat, and very jolly fellow. He's grey.” The mass of course didn’t respond, still trying to drag him into the pit where Beauty assumed whatever had grabbed his leg’s mouth was located. He didn’t particularly want to hurt the thing- it was only doing what was natural, afterall. Beauty’s mother and also always instilled that biting and kicking was unacceptable behavior. 

The black horse sighed again, as if disappointed. Staring down at the tentacles with a frown. “I really did not want to harm you, but if you won’t let go, I suppose I have no other choice.” With those final words he bit down upon the tentacles around his front limbs, hard. Something from the pit squealing in pain as they immediately retracted their limbs back unto themselves. Soft hisses echoing around the foliage filled corridor. Beauty sighed again, and turned to leave the dungeon after making sure the tentacles would not try again to capture him. This dive had proven unfruitful, as had many others. Oh how he wished and prayed his friends were safe.