♡-forest unknown-♡

Deep in the forgotten heart of the woods, where the canopy is too thick for sunlight and the mist clings to the trees like a shroud, lives an entity of ancient hunger and primal magic. Part draconic guardian, part skeletal forest spirit, this creature is the silent keeper of the wild. ​Its body is a serpentine marvel of midnight-black scales and thick, moss-colored fur, allowing it to coil seamlessly around elder trees. A crown of jagged, branch-like antlers rises from its porcelain-white skull, and its eyes glow with the cold, pale light of dying stars. It does not fly so much as it drifts, its tattered, webbed wings carrying it silently through the fog. ​It hoards no gold, only the relics of the forest—fallen antlers, smooth river stones, and glowing fungi. When it goes still, vines and lichen creep across its frame, rendering it indistinguishable from the gnarled roots of the earth. It is a master of mimicry, echoing the sounds of the woods to lure in those who lose their way, serving as either a terrifying predator or a mysterious guide depending on the intent of the traveler |again: Deep in the forgotten heart of the woods, where the canopy is too thick for sunlight and the mist clings to the trees like a shroud, lives an entity of ancient hunger and primal magic. Part draconic guardian, part skeletal forest spirit, this creature is the silent keeper of the wild. Its body is a serpentine marvel of midnight-black scales and thick, moss-colored fur, allowing it to coil seamlessly around elder trees. A crown of jagged, branch-like antlers rises from its porcelain-white skull, and its eyes glow with the cold, pale light of dying stars. It does not fly so much as it drifts, its tattered, webbed wings carrying it silently through the fog. It hoards no gold, only the relics of the forest—fallen antlers, smooth river stones, and glowing fungi. When it goes still, vines and lichen creep across its frame, rendering it indistinguishable from the gnarled roots of the