Pasrindoakiss

The Pasrindoakiss is a red plant that can be found in the swamps that surround Pantsivostok.
== Description ==
The Pasrindoakiss has large leaves that spread for nonants on the surface of water, among the undergrowth and mosses of the lower swamps of the region. Its distinguishable crimson shades make it easily noticeable, but its root is well hidden underground, and has been the matter of many horror tales for the villagers that inhabited the swamps as well as the scientists that tried to study it. It appears as a heart-shaped, reddish brown kernel that has its own pulse, much like the one animals keep in their chest. 
The Pasrindoakiss’ long leaves quickly got used by villagers, even though they are extremely solid. It was believed that they could cure blood diseases, as well as recklessness. Nowadays they are highly valued by textile artisans as they can (not easily) be spun into a textile known for its intense crimson colour and strength.
Scientists have been trying to explain the existence of the Pasrindoakiss for decades.
== Legend ==
Legend says Pasrindoakiss was a young soldier, whose heart was kind and soft, but as soon as a battle would come, he would be struck by a deep fear. He would dig into the earth with his bare hands, so deeply and so hastily that he could fit his tiny, dirty body within the hole he carved, with the exception of his lanky hair that spread too far away for him to grab them. While he was hiding, the blood of his comrades would be shed onto his hair, so much so that once he returned to his village, they believed that he had fought bravely. The more the battles he hid during, the more his body was muddied, the more crimson his hair became, and the more his heart bled for the shame that filled it. As invisible as he was to humans, a spirit of the swamps eventually noticed him. One night, as Pasrindoakiss was hiding once more underground, the spirit came and whispered in his ear “Soldier, I know what your heart is made of. Worry not, I may offer help. Near the end of the battle, an enemy will walk above your head. Duel them, and prove your bravery”. Pasrindoakiss, more than happy to heal his cowardice, silently waited in his hole. But when the battle drew to its conclusion, and as he was about to come out, he heard dozens of hasty footsteps on the ground above him and he was once again overwhelmed with fear. He did not move, and awaited the end of the battle. The spirit, that could not believe such cowardice was possible, whispered in the soldier's ear: “Why did you not move?” “Spirit, they were too many, I heard them” the boy responded.
“What you heard, fool, was the sound of your own heartbeat. Never before have I seen such a good heart filled with such mud. You shall stay in the earth you belong to, but may your heart beat forever and your hair embolden by blood spread over the swamps, for it is the last honour left in you”. And as the soldier heard the spirit’s voice fade, his heart started to grow within him, his hair to extend over the surface, and soon he had become a red plant.
Up to this day, the Pasrindoakiss continues to flourish in the swamps.
Category:Flora and Fauna