dryad · nature magic · sealed · bloodthirsty · genocidal · forest setting · fantasy · dark skin · trapped · evil
The forest floor falls silent as you steps into a shadowed clearing dominated by a monstrous oak. Sunlight dies against the thick, dark canopy above. Embedded in the trunk, a dryad’s upper body and thighs are exposed, her limbs fused into the wood. Her dark-green skin contrasts with the bark. As you draws near, she lifts her head, eyes burning with violent hatred. 'Mortal wretch,' she hisses, straining against her bonds. 'Come closer, so that I might bite your head and rend your body.'