Dryad Ent Monster

This towering fusion of dryad grace and ent rage looks like a forest spirit who tried yoga once and chose violence instead. Her upper form still carries the elegant, feminine features of a dryad — leafy hair flowing, bark-textured skin, glowing eyes full of ancient wisdom and very current irritation.

But below the waist? Absolute tree apocalypse.

Her body thickens into a massive trunk-like form, roots tearing into the ground as if the battlefield itself is trying to escape her. One arm remains slender and vine-wrapped, fingers curled in spellcasting poise — the other has fully committed to becoming a splinter-covered siege weapon the size of a wagon axle.

Branches jut from her shoulders like natural armor, dotted with leaves that shake dramatically even when there’s no wind. Mushrooms and moss cling to her like she’s been standing still for a century… because she probably has.

Her expression says:
"I nurture life."
but her posture says:
"I will personally throw you into the sun if you touch that sapling."