38. Changing the Game
"just the occasional dryad girl or two... maybe a few nymphs." ian cackled as all three of them laughed. "this is going to be a good game tonight." lisa said. "i can feel it." "oh, yes." sam chuckled.
The Art Gallery | Drake's PoV
The esoteric nature of the fountain, the fox playing with dryads and satyrs in a neo-classical nod to roman ancestors, it's gorgeous. my paws itch, but i keep them still. my sister would kill me if i made a move this soon, before the appointed time.
Uncarved Block
As a dryad, soma couldn't venture out into the world, had to stay in his grove simply to continue to live. there was no narrative where soma would ever have to leave his grove to 'get better' from something. it was just part of the way he was.
Arianna
Glancing to her right she could see the forest of evergreen, many great skirmishes have happened in there, and there are rumours of dryads wandering around. arianna sighed, still waiting for argos, still uncertain about her future.
Chapter Eight
"and the dryad? did you happen to spot her in passing?" "i might have." nadirah said evasively, giving an unconcerned shrug but offering no more. "hm."
Dark Night Storm
dryads sounded the alarms and everyone began their flee. all but the forlorn hunters who spread along the outskirts with torch in hand. hunted hunter and moon graced wolf split at the last tree's edge.
Before A Fall
She inhaled deep from the smoke that was rising from his burnt dryad body and from the burning trees around them, laughing sadistically as she slowly exhaled, implying that she was getting high from the fumes of the agony that she was inflicting on them.
Caution, there be Dragons Pt1
#152 of exploration a week after the curious planet visit to the dryads, silverine thankfully relieved me of the duty of leading another party, and instead went back to the old standard of me, draco, simba, javid and salbar.the lizard looked more regal then
Pride Rock
He just hoped that the statue wouldn't mangle the chimera too much doing it - soma already disliked tournaments enough without having to heal the fire-breather, who made the dryad nervous...
Surface
dryads, while they'd been only a small percentage of the population, had become more and more restricted in their movements and access to public life by rampant deforestation of the so-called lung of the world, since they only had the ability to exist in the
Swap or Not?
Or a dryad of some sort? when we did the swap... its magic must have mixed around with our own putting a little faerie magic on you... but... you got fully turned into a faerie while i was only made faerie sized. huh...
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way To Breakfast
The dryad was an interesting creature, vines covered her olive toned skin, and her dark green hair was filled with flower blossoms.