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Absent Abyss atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16 hh :: 9 (Tallsun) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Splat :: Royal Zephyr :: Phoenix Shady

10-25-2014, 11:16 PM

GULL
trouble just grew wings

Something smells good…

Even from up here, the scent tugs at your nostrils, beckoning you onward. You flit over the moonlit treetops, following your nose closer and closer to the source of this intoxicating smell. Why, you’ve never smelled anything like it! It’s sweet, but not sickeningly so, like the stench of Perfume Island and its awful cherry trees. It’s sharp, but not with the saltiness of ocean grasses. And there’s something else…but you can’t quite put a hoof on it. Either way, it smells good, and you want in on that action.

Within a few minutes, the trees below you begin to thin, and the full moon comes into view, reflected in a large, still lake. Ordinarily, this upside-down world would have amused you, but tonight, you only have eyes for what your nose is telling you is the mother lode: a giant tree rises from the middle of the lake, its outstretched branches weighed down by softly glowing fruit. Once you see it, in all of its plump, luminous glory, the rest of the night seems to fade away. You have to have it. So distracted are you that you don’t even notice the other creatures creeping out of the woods, unicorns and all. Until you can get a bite of this heavenly-smelling stuff, nothing else matters. Like a hawk dropping from the sky, you dive towards the tree, and with neck outstretched and teeth bared, you pluck a single fruit from the very top. There is no crunch as you bite down, for the fruit is deceptively ripe and surprisingly tender. And though you cannot see it as you swallow, the juice dribbling down your chin and staining your coat is red—blood-red.

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