Led deeper into the monstrosity of flame, lava, and smoke by Dog, Hawk and Wren were not exactly the happiest of campers. They followed carefully, trusting the stallion wouldn't take them into danger, but there was something... Wrong about being down here.  "I'm still pretty new to dungeoning," Wren admitted, pressing against Hawk's side. She wouldn't say it aloud, but she was grateful to have the two level-headed phlegmatics around, even if they took her far out of h...

Finally calmed down after the nerves of being too close to that pitcher plant, Dog shuffled to his feet and Hare followed, eyeing the receding shape of the plant. "How long have you been in the dungeons?" Dog asked, trying to get his mind off of the monstrosity they'd just left behind. "As long as I can remember, honestly," Hare replied with a raised hoof. "My herd lived right by an entrance so we'd go in as far as we dared as colts and ...

Moving away from the strange hall with the music/whispers (Dog and Hare still couldn't quite agree on what it was), the two coursers slowly became aware of a change in their environment. Vines, sweeping around them, began to grow thicker and juicier. No, wait. Just thicker.  What was juicy was what they came across next.  Dog stared down at the gaping maw of the pitcher plant, intrigued by its scale and longevity, for it had many bones visible through the murky fluid. ...