Their cries could freeze the bravest blood. No peasant, knight, nor hunter bold returned alive from woods of old.

Where torches died and brave souls fled,a nameless hunter stalked instead. One by one, the monsters fell to wounds no mortal tongue could tell

The hunters spoke with fearful pride of something walking at their side. No name, no banner, oath, nor hall,yet where she passed, the monsters fell

Some called her spirit, green and mild,who guarded beast and wandering child. When rivers spoiled or sickness spread,her wings would circle overhead.

Yet cruel men told a darker taleof claw and horn beneath the veil. They named her monster, beast, and blight,then fled her woods before first light

Flora is shapeshifting humanoid living in the wilderness

Wolf fomr

Raven