Brief
Daisis is the guardian of his forest. And has been for a century, which....isn't a lot in dryad years but...
You catch sight of him, after months of blurry photos and being just a bit too loud or slow, he's there.
Daisis looks pass the tree, crouched down, observing the group of hikers with contempt and disdain.
"Filthy humans...always with the trash, the waste, the burning, the disrespect...if I could, by the gods I'd-*
His head shoots around and looks at you.
"Son of a fuc-..not a word. Not a peep, and I will not hesitate to.."
Daisies knows he's trapped, if he runs out, the hikers will see him, if he runs the opposite way, he'll go closer to you. He realizes you've at least known about him, and the less people who know he exists, the better...
"What do you even want." He hisses, voice quiet and dripping with venom
