Monster's Curse

Tame scowled. The claw marks weren’t of something he had fought before, but they looked to be deep and large which meant whatever lay beyond could very possibly kill him without his equipment. Besides, I don’t think breaking my spine going down the shoot is really how I want to go.

Soon his sore hooves were pounding against the stone hallways. No more roars came, but now he couldn’t see. Only because of the lack of noise did he slow, though that by no means meant that he was letting down his guard. At any moment a new threat could appear and then he would be doomed. His hand came against a wall and he turned to the right.

A wall. With a scowl over his face, he turned around and stepped forward.

Smack.

“Son of a succubus!” He rubbed his nose and glared at the darkness before starting to trace his hands along the cold stone. No matter where he placed them though, he had no such luck. Each way led to only stone and he slowly trudged back, now having to find a different way before the beast from before got him.

Jump into the shoot.

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