Smugglers and Dungeons!

Basila walked in her stolen body, Icarus on her back. It was weird, she thought, being a horse.

It was even more weird that she had a certain something between her legs…

But she shook her head.

No, she was still Basila. She was a girl. And that was that!

"Hey," she felt a gentle hand on the side of her head. Then as Icarus hugged her. "You didn't eat me."

Basila snorted.

"Oh, sorry," he said because he didn't feel his partner in the horse even now. Basila wanted to rear on her back legs.

She blinked.

Where had that come from?

"You are the nicest mob there is," Icarus was petting her again. Gently running his fingers through her red main. "Who is the prettiest stallion?"

Basila shook her head once more, her mane flying everywhere.

She blinked once more. She hadn't meant to do that!

"If you were my horse," Icarus continued, as he slowly worked his way through the mane. "I would have brushed you until you shine every morning! At sunrise! While the dew is still on the grass!"

Basila finally felt that there was something in there, with her. Ah, the boss mob.

For a second, the girl thought about killing it. She had no idea how it had gotten back into its own body.

But it held the key to her survival! And it liked Icarus!

"Ok, horse," she wasn't even sure if the horse boss mob was a horse or not. Just that it was back.

And was going to kick her out soon.

"How did you come back?"

The horse showed her pictures of itself slowly connecting to its organs. Then, finally, of itself slipping its mana under the skin.

"Thanks!" And Basila was out like a bird. Leaving the horse and the horselord.

Icarus blinked. He thought that he might have heard Basila's voice, but he guessed that he must have imagined it.

 He ran his fingers through the warm mane once more.

"Every legendary horse needs a name," he was warm, still well-fed from all the meat the dungeon core had fed him. "What should yours be? How about… I don't know… Order?"

The horse shook its head, giving out angry sounds.

"No, you are a boss mob. I guess that you don't really like order," the boy said, as he petted the horse on the side of its neck to pacify it. "And it's not an original name, besides. My family, well, my mother's family, names pretty much every pet Order!"

Icarus chuckled, only to have to clutch at the horse a second later, as it reared on its back legs.

"You're not a pet! I get it! I get it!" He still refused to tug at the mane. Using all his strength to keep himself on the horse.

Sticking to it like the leaves which he had trained with.

The horse calmed down. Icarus knew that he had only one chance.

"Well," he said, as he continued to pet the horse. "You are red. Strong." He was quick to add, as the horse began to shift from side to side. He got a satisfied neigh for that last one. "So how about… Baldwin? After the legendary Knight King!"

Even the horselords respected the last Baldwin. Oh, how Icarus would have loved to see him! To learn from him! A warrior like no other, someone who had mercy in his heart!

And his legendary adversary was just as great, he had to admit.

Even if he did follow the religion which had doomed Icarus' people. Both of them.

The horse considered it. Then it clopped with its hoof once, then twice, then thrice.

"Is that a yes? Can you really understand me, Baldwin?" Icarus was beyond excited.

He jumped off the horse and limped to its front. Placing both of his hands on the side of its head and bringing his forehead to press against the horse's.

"It's so nice," he rubbed his forehead against the horse's.

 The Blood Elves liked to joke that the horselords laid with their horses more often than their wives, but how could they understand what a horse was to a horselord?

That they were the other part of their soul?

Their greatest weapon.

"I finally found you," Icarus whispered, as the horse began to rub its forehead against his as well. "Baldwin the Firestorm!"

Icarus didn't know it, but he extended a contract to the horse. The boss mob looked at the link to the dungeon core, neighed, and accepted.

The roar that shook the dungeon didn't go unnoticed by the two partners.

But neither cared.

They had found each other. And no one was going to take that away from them.

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Basila stalked the dungeon core. It was still wearing her body like a dress.

The elven lady had vicious glee in her eyes, as she took over her heart.

The dungeon core didn't notice.

Her smile was all teeth as she cut the blood to the brain.

The dungeon core fell like a sack of potatoes from the hands of a drunkard.

Basila went back inside her shell so, as if she was sitting on a throne. She could see the dungeon core, but she smiled, unafraid.

It couldn't get her anymore. She was in complete control of her body.

"Why don't you run away?" Basila threw the core's words back at it. It was petty and spiteful, but the core deserved nothing less. "One last time?"

Basila made a step towards the crystal.

The mist lunged.

The two rolled on the ground.

 Kicking, screaming, biting, tugging hair.

Basila had known that the core must have some form of its own, but darn, it was hard to keep its claws away from her eyes!

"You!" Basila placed her hand on top of the core's heart, pumping mana inside. Trying to stop the blood from flowing, just like she had done in ghost form. "Will not break me!"

And she did.

But it was no use.

The dungeon core was the crystal.

Basila didn't know that the corpse she rolled from under was just a shell. One of many.

No. She reached out for the crystal.

Only for the first slime to fall down from the ceiling. A slime as big as her…