Grave Of An Oleander

In the woods lurks an old and ancient beast, several blooms sprouting along its horns and neck, and a strange, dark liquid that leaks from its skeletal head and each claw. From each dark drop, a trail of beautiful, white oleanders bloom and wilt almost as if they were never there to begin with, and its ethereal beauty has captured the eye of many a person. Should you pick one up, it will stay intact- but should you try to hold it for too long, its effects are far too dangerous for mortal man.