Black beauty returned home after another unsuccessful venture. The cryptic words of the horned beast still haunting the back of his mind. there wasn’t much he could do unfortunately, as he was no skilled adventurer. His home was just a humble hovel, neighbored by another more proper home. One that had belonged to his friend, Ginger. She was very hotheaded, and everything always had to be just so! It was no wonder her house looked miles better despite them both being of similar status. Thoug...

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 pleas...