White one transformation 09
It isnt the longest and probably I messed up somewhere but I hope you like it ! I called the species/creature Beasts of the glade.
Picture this , your lost in the wood. Your phone? Out of power. Your map? On your phone... Then you hear movement. Heart pounding you turn around and see...a flower? No. No. This is something else. It twitches and moves. You stumble back when you are approached by a beast of legend and lore. Its eyes are cold , the colour of lavender petals frozen in winter frost look you up and down with a sense of intelligence , the eyes are feline in shape. It moves again and now you see more then the eyes which seem to almost...glow.
The form of this beast reminds you much of a cat...but its the size of a horse. The flower you noticed twitching lays on its tail tipping off what looks like a vine covered in flexible branches which intertwine across it. The vine and branches , like most of the beasts body , are stitched together by moss . The entire body of this great creature seems alive with almost moving vines , branches and moss as its hulking form bears down over you. Looking closer at the creature you see its broad shoulders which carry the heavy head of the creature are covered in a darker green moss then the rest. You notice that along its back are small delicate white flowers. Almost like daisy's but the petals are wider , softer and the centre is a rich blue , it mimics the flower tipping its tail but rather small in comparison. It huffs at you , a tiger like chuff coming out of the muzzle of the beast that spells of calm forest air and moss.
You avert your gave looking down and you notice the creature seems incredibly strong. The vine like muscle under the branches and moss look thick and strong , no doubt it would easily overpower any normal human. It has huge pad like paws that flex under it weight , tipped with thorn like claws easily the size of your little finger. The claws remind you of the glimpse of teeth you saw in the beasts maw. Again they were like thorns , sharp rose thorns but much bigger then any you have seen and polished white. Deep in thought you manage to notice small firefly's seem to dart around its paws as if drawn in by the beasts strength .
Standing back away from the beast once more as it draws closer and closer to you , drawing your view to meet its eyes once more. You hold your breath as the beast moves to sniff you , its nose has a texture almost like bark..its ears cat like but held back against its head as if it was sensing you a threat. A voice enters your mind , like a whisper centred between your ears. "Do no harm to where you tread." The voice sounds aged with time and yet you cant place a gender or anything besides the fact it sounds strong and powerful. The beast turns from you and brushes itself against you leaving you with a green mark on your chest from the moss. As it walks away you notice that in each paw print it leaves small plants and moss begin to grow. Fireflies follow in its wake except for a few which seem to trail off in another direction. Something deep inside of you urges you to follow the second trailing firefly's and soon you find yourself back on the path , the only thing showing your meeting with the Beast of the glade is the green stain on your clothes from the beasts pelt.