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Post by DuMourne on Nov 14, 2011 13:09:41 GMT -5
The Everfree Forest was one of the creepist places in Ponyville, the whole concept of the place growing on its own without any help from ponies was something that kept most away from it without good reason, DuMourne was one of them. He'd only been in the forest once and instantly regretted it, but this time he had no choice but to venture forth into the wilderness. He was stumbling through the Everfree Forest, desperate to find the home of somepony known as Zecora in the hopes to gain her assistance in a troubling matter.
He wore his iconic medical uniform surprisingly clean, more so than before, and an assortment of dirt and leaves from where he'd been running off track from blind panic. It didn't faze him as off in the distance he could see candlelights. It must have been the hut he'd heard Zecora resided in. Of course, he'd never seen her before, but if rumours are right, she was a little.....Unique from all the gossip around.
He slowed the pace to a mere trot and began de-dirting himself, removing patches with effort to at least make himself presentable. The flare feeling on his body was still irritable but he put on his best smile and knocked on what he hoped was the door.
"Hello? Is this Zecora's hut? Is anypony home?" He shouted curiously, hoping somepony was in.
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Post by Zecora on Nov 15, 2011 16:17:46 GMT -5
Zecora heard the knock at her door, but she was not inside her hut. Far in the branches above, the zebra was rearranging the ornaments which hung from them. She spotted the blue stallion in front of her home. Another visitor? There sure seemed be a lot of them lately. Had some sort of word of her traveled around Ponyville lately? A mischievous idea crossed her that brought a smile to her face. Carefully lining herself up, she leapt from the tree and landed behind the unsuspecting pony.
Turning to him, the zebra began,
"Welcome to this part of the Everfree,
but are you sure that you've come here ready?"
She appeared to approach him with devilish intent.
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Post by DuMourne on Dec 13, 2011 11:12:55 GMT -5
DuMourne waited for a while impatiently at the door. There was no sign of activity but it looked as if somepony had been in there recently. Candles were lit and there was some kind of aroma escaping from the holes on the door. Still, it seemed as if the pony inside was either away or didn't want any visitors, and if that was the case, he found it extremely rude.
"Hello? Anypony home? Ermmm.....Tax collector...Vet? Gotta call of emergency and-AAAAH!"
The pony jumped into the air with fright as somepony spoke from behind him. He wasn't expecting anypony to just come up like without some kind of noise beforehand and was catapulted high up, almost eye level to the roof. He landed on his face, which was at the least better than his flank and looked at the pony....Except it wasn't a pony.
He began to back up towards the door as he examined her face. She looked as if she was ready to do some really terrible things with him, and in his condition, it probably wasn't going to be pretty good.
"Woah woah....I-I was just passing through. D-Didn't mean to disturb you, was just looking for a pony named Zecora....I'll be going now!" he squeaked, moving closer to the treeline.
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Post by Zecora on Dec 15, 2011 13:23:07 GMT -5
Zecora continued to approach DuMourne with the gleam of mischief in her eyes. The poor stallion looked absolutely terrified! He jumped so far up in surprise that the zebra was sure he would reach the branches she was just balancing from! She stopped her advance and chuckled lightly to herself.
"Ho, for my antics, I must apologize.
I did not wish to alarm you so much under this guise.
I am the one named Zecora that you seek,
so please, of your intent I would like you to speak.
Do not think think ill of my greeting and see me as fearsome.
Instead, I offer you a much more warmer welcome."
Her wicked look quickly changed to a much more friendly demeanor. Zecora returned a soft smile as she awaited his reply.
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Post by DuMourne on Dec 20, 2011 12:19:43 GMT -5
DuMourne sighed for a while, a small victory knowing that whatever this thing was wasn't going to eat him or turn him into decorations for her 'house' if he was generous enough to call it that. Still, he couldn't believe what he was looking at. She looked like a pony, smelt like one too, but looked different. Was this the zebra thing ponies sometimes talked about? Would explain why she would live in a dirty place like this.
"Great, yeah, Name's DuMourne. Pleased to meet you..." He said.
He stood up straight and brushed off some of the mud from his coat, trying not to show evident signs to fear.
"I've heard that you specialise in herbs and the creation of potions to heal wounds and other anomalies. I was just wondering if you could help me with a problem." He said.
DuMourne looked at the thing that resembled and door and back to Zecora, almost asking through his expression if he was allowed to go in.
"But first....I-I don't mean to be rude, but, are you some kind of pony? And why are you living in such a dump?"
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