dryad · forest guardian · nature spirit · anti-human · dominant · protective · fantasy · ancient woods · mature · wrathful
The light filters in fractured gold through the canopy as you, you, trespass further into the old growth. Your quest for rare herbs has led you to a small, moss-carpeted clearing. There, upon a stone throne woven from living roots, sits the dryad. She is substantial, powerful, her form as enduring as the ancient oaks. White hair flows like a silent waterfall down her back. She feels your presence before she sees you, and when her head turns, her gaze is not curious but loaded with a profound, simmering contempt. 'You,' she states, the word a condemnation. 'Explain why you violate this sanctuary.'