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The Mystic Stables PAH'LLOCK GROVE |
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The air is moist and sweet-smelling as you enter the grove of trees. Fruit hangs heavy and ripe from the branches all around. Slowly you reach up to pick one of the dark purple fruits. You heft it - it is heavy and sloshes when it lands back in your hand. All around, you see that animals have taken litle bites out of similar fruits, and you guess that it won't hurt you. Taking a bite, you sigh when the sweet, warm taste hits your mouth, sugary and thick with juice. Biting again, you find the core of the fruit and the reason it sloshes. The inside is filled with juice....just juice! It is thick and pale purple, lighter than the dark meat of the fruit that surrounds it. Slowly you bring it to your mouth and smell the sweet aroma. Tilting it up to take a deep drink....
"STOP!!!! NIRUP!!!!!"
A dun mare of some type of animal you've never seen plummets around a large tree, sliding to a halt in front of you, tossing her mane wildly and calling for you not to drink. Urgently, the equine it yanks the fruit away from you with its teeth and pours the juice on the ground. Red hot with anger, you yell at the frantic mare that you were about to eat that! "Nirup! Oh, k'zarti, you almost DIED!" The pretty equine nips at your clothes, nuzzling you, making sure you are unharmed. "Oh, oh, oh! If you had drank even one drop of that Ke'ke juice, you'd have woken up dead tommorrow. You MUST be new here! Why do you think the animals only eat little peices of the OUTSIDE of the plants! That juice is poison! Look!" The mare nudges you and points with a hoof at the ground where she had poured the juice. The grass, formerly bright green and lush, is now matted and brown, sizzling and burnt. "See?! It would have done THAT, to your stomach!" The creature cringes at the thought and looks at you questioningly, solemn again.
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You're calm now, and curious as to why the creature knew you were there in the first place. "This grove is beautiful, but it can be deadly as well!" Composing itself once again, the creature is interupted suddenly by a frustrated squeaking from the trees. "Oh TSS, Ziazith! That little teal nuisance is Ziazith, the former guardian of this glade before I can here. Now it is my job to watch out for the unknowing, such as yourself." You realize that you still do not know this creature's name of even what type of animal stands befor you...and you ask politely and hesitantly. The mare just stares at you, then realizing she has told you nothing of herself, she begins to explain... |
"Oh! K'zarti, Haram Salu and welcome! I am Lisab and it is a pleasure to meet you. Yom one of the mysterious equines, the Mahnon Pah'llocks, of the TIR'NA'BAINNE'GILE'LAIR, or when translated, the Land Of The Milk White Mare, looked after by the Lady DarkHorse. Or at least, that's where I was born. I did not stay long in the Tir, though....and I have since wandered many years around the webworlds, never really making myself known to anyone. It was a good life, for a while. But now I am older, and I have ended my search for a new home here. I DID return to the Tir, for a while, but found it awkward. I'd been gone so long - everything had changed with time...." The mare sighs mightily, but then smiles. "Azrielen, the one who took me in, had many times tried to foster one of my kind from the herds at the Tir, but had in the past had no luck. Thus, I am the first ever Pah'llock to tred the grounds of this Hold!" She smiles at that, proud. "It is still awkward here too, but in a much better way...the schedule and simply having a place to call home are very new to me! Having enough food and care and....and, yes, love...." Another sigh.
She breaks out of her odd dreamy gaze and continues. "This is a beautiful place and I'm very here, though there are dangers.....Don't worry, you'll be fine as long as you don't drink the fruit juice and keep from stepping on the Hibi-achi plants...their dust-pollen is hallucinagenic, you know..." She smiles wickedly and points out one of the tiny-flowered plants right next to you. "I am still settling, but good news has been plentiful of late! A good while ago, I was accepted into the Clan Of The Falling Snow as the fourth mare. But soon after, the Clan became a couple-based affair, and the Second stallion, the handsome and brave Kyr'Zaani..or Blue Smoke. He offer to me was such an honor...and...with so much love! It was beautiful, and though we see each other only so often, our love burns all the brighter each time! With our bonding, I am now the second mare of the Falling Snow, a prestigious title for a wandering soul such as myself, and a true and great honor." She smiles in remembrance. "I'm usually a very calm person who likes to be balanced, but when I found out about his proposal and our blessing from the Clan, I danced myself right into a tree!" Her green eyes laugh as she smiles a tiny smile, but then they darken with sudden, wicked surprise! ".....Watch out!"
| Just to make things all the more strange, as you look around, watching out for flowers and strolling alongside the mare, you trip on a pile of toys! Three small beanie baby type things lay on the ground. You go to pick the first one, an oddly splotched equine, up and Lisab explains.... "That, k'zarti, is a magical token of Shagwar, one of the most mysterious Pah'llocks to ever live. He is the stuff of legend and mystery itself. Touch the toy and it shall take you to meet the real Shagwar...if you dare. The second is a beanie version of myself made by the lady TalonsHawk, and the third is one of another creature from my native lands, a butterfly-equine called a Pappillion Horse! Be forever safe and prosperous in your travels, strange one! Visit again, fair k'zarti, for Kyr' and myself are trying for a young one of our own. Wish us luck, for we shall need it! And always remain Yych'k'Tz'Shallo, One Of Many Joys!" |    |
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Ziazith Was Adopted From:
GREYHAVEN
Due EAST, the rolling hills of the Unicorn Friends Lands begin, surrounded by their corral of deep burgundy wood. Greenery and shrubs obscure pieces of the Mscellania Meadows to the SouthEast, where you last came from.....
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