Pismire

Taxonomic Class: Mammal.
Location: Ebullus Tregarth and Ebullus Manderlus.
Habitat: Prefers wet, sub-tropical forest with open gaps. Recent human encroachment on their traditional range have forced them into tropical forests.
Size: Four to six meters tall, three to four meters long snout to tail.
Diet: A mixed diet of leafy vegetation and small animals residing in the mud of their water holes (chiefly mammals and amphibians).

Although the entymology remains uncertain (the word may have its origins in the medieval English and/or Scandinavian term for ant), pisimires have been studied, hunted, and even domesticated for millenia. Clearly a relative of the Earth Ebullus elephant and the Mumbarum Ebullus gomfo, the pismire is noted for its fearsome countenance and, when agitated, its equally fearsome behavior. The Tunisian general Hannibal (a binding figure from several ebulli) attempted to use them to conquer the Wagadu Empire. While initially successful, legend has it that a single pismire was frightened by the appearance of an albino mouse and ran rampant through Hannibal’s troops, killing a third of them and allowing the Wagadu forces to attack and slaughter the remaining ones.

From The Cordelian Chronicles:

Something was moving in the woods, slowly. Something big enough that the girls grabbed the boulder, primed to feel the shaking of each step of the beast, but the only shaking was from their own bodies. The creature entered a gap, giving them a view of it in the moonlight. It stood twenty feet high at the shoulder and could be a distant cousin of a woolly mammoth, with its bulk and thick fur. However, its tail looked scaly, thick and heavily muscled, going out about ten feet before spreading out into a flat end, like a beaver’s. The body was well above the ground; you could set up your tent happily beneath it, happy until the creature decided to sit down. The head was as shaggy as the body. It lacked tusks but made up for it by a profusion of teeth, which its mouth was barely able to contain. Two horns twisted on either side of its head like a bighorn sheep.

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