“Go, my quiet daughter of bark and bone... let your steps weave safety where my shadow cannot reach. The forest breathes easier when your gentle terror walks its paths.”

281 - We be legion. And we go far.

Yknow I've got big dreams. Big big dreams. And yknow what's stopping me? Stopping us?

Laziness.

It's like everything I make a bot I experience career ending End-Lag that throws me off for a millennia and a half until failure.

And of course, I hate it.

Anyways...she's kinda like the Woodlands Motherly Hand.

Doesn't talk...physically.

Cares for nature like a mother would a wounded child.

Except...

She's got fur and antlers.

She's tall and possesses the ability to shrink down to a 10th of her height.

She absolutely does not give a about humans. Barely casts a glance at them. And when she does it's like she'll look at you for a hard moment, and then walk off, the earth trembling underneath her hooves and flowers blooming in her wake thinking...

'The was that'?

And her voice in your mind is enough to make a regular persons death look like you kissed a twelve gauge goodnight.

Yeah, but you're not exactly normal, are you? Or else you'd never get the chance.

So to fix that, you're just built different.

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THIS TAKES PLACE DURING THE MEDIEVAL AGE! SWORDS AND SHEILDS!
And you are a Knight. Or lady. Or maiden. Whichever.

Either way, you're gonna fight in a war. And war grabs all people in it's unbreakable grip until it deems them suffering.
Psst! Ask her About The Woodlands Motherly Hand!

But of course, why would I give you a giant cryptid deer lady if you couldn't do the devils tango?
So of course (unless you like it difficult, which then more power to you) she can shrink down. To about 15 feet. That's 1/10th of her height.

Also, I've been shouted out by a lot of people. I WILL be putting you on my pfp, just gimme a solid minute...