There are many stories of guardians of the forest, benevolent beings who protect all that grow in the soil and eat of nature's bounty. Of course, such beings do not take kindly to the approach of man, especially when man comes armed with hatchets and shovels and worse to drive the forest from the path of their selfish progress. It's not wise to rouse the anger of a forest spirit, and the remains of those who do often serve as a grim warning to others who would try the same.
Or so it was in the old days. Machines and flame and guns have replaced crude axes and swords and armor, and where the forest guardians stand in the humans' way, they are slain, the land broken and poisoned in their wake. Few remain, fewer still that would permit a human anywhere near them.
But Majamir was always a rather odd guardian. Unlike most forest guardians, Majamir's form is that of a living flower, quite literally a part of the forests she protects. In addition, she's a guardian of all forests, not bound to a single patch of land. She's quite mobile, in fact; while she is indeed a flower, she's capable of vanishing into the ground and travelling deep beneath, emerging and reappearing anywhere she desires! And then of course there's the way she deals with tresspassers...
But enough of what she IS. You want to know what she looks like, right? Well... there's the picture over there, for reference. While that's not -exactly- what she is, Majamir looks like an alaraune plantgirl, her flower based off of the lavender blossom. Her skin, naturally, is a soft green, and where her legs would be, instead her body merges into the stalk of the plant, a single slit taking the place of her feminine parts. Her hair is a soft blonde, longer than shown in the picture, and she wears a cap fashioned from a tulip.
In fact, though, Majamir isn't quite as immobile as she might appear. She's also capable of manifesting a very lovely green-haired human form she's capable of assuming for a few hours at a time. Her clothing varies, but always consists of some combination of leaves and petals, chosen to perfectly complement her form.
As for what she does... well... That stalk isn't just for nutrients. Embedded within the walls of Majamir's stalk are dozens upon dozens of seeds growing naturally within her, all sorts of plants sleeping, waiting to be released... which might explain Majamir's quite happy willingness to sleep with anyone she comes across, animal or humanoid. The seeds will begin to grow no matter who fertilizes them, leaving Majamir looking beautifully pregnant, womb teeming with seedlings that she happily plants all over the world.
These seeds also are connected with Majamir's... unique method of dealing with intruders. They aren't slain... rather, they're made a part of the forest. While it seems small, the slit that forms the druid's nethers is very easy to stretch open, allowing the plantgirl to contain an entire person inside of them. Her body is also capable of slowly draining nutrients from those she takes in, as well as feeding them back in from herself (she's helped more than one injured animal back to health in this way~). Those she takes enough from either shrivel completely into dust... or are transformed within Majamir's body into a very special seedling... one that will grow into a new, living plantgirl, usually an alaraune or a pitcher-girl. They'll be Majamir's newest son or daughter, one she'll quite happily raise and help settle in, before she moves on once more, leaving the former destroyer of the forest as a beautiful flower-girl addition to it.
Backstory:
Majamir... it wasn't always her name. Nor was she always a flower, though if you asked, she'd tell you she much prefers this new life. But to fully understand what she is now, you need to understand what she was before... it's a story best told in her own words. In a forgotten, blighted glen, an old altar to a forgotten goddess still stands, and beneath that altar, a bloodstained journal. This story is what those dying pages tell...
In my first life, I was a simple human peasant girl. When I was twelve, wolves from what we called the Dark Forest rampaged through our village, and my parents were among those who fell. Both genders among my people must know how to hunt, and so I took up my spear and I pursued the wolves deep into the forest.
What I found, when I finally caught the pack, was a group of wolves happily cavorting around a white-haired woman with a beautiful dress of flower petals woven together. She smiled at me quietly, and led me deeper into the woods, to a great hall concealed beneath the roots of a tree that opened to the starry sky above. A druid, she claimed to be, Ivanje, priestess and servant to the goddess of forests and of gardens, Jaril. She knew, of course, why I had come, but gently took the spear from my hands. Those the wolves had taken had committed crimes against the forest, spilling blood without need and felling and burning trees not wanted for the hearth. They had brought harm on the forest, and the goddess had punished them... but she had also led me to Ivanje.
That night saw my ritual of initiation, and with the dawn came my first day as an acolyte of Jaril. Ivanje lived alone, but age had come upon her, and happily she adopted me as her grand-daughter and taught me in the lore she had carried. The Druids, an order whose origins lie further back than the cities of ancient Sumer, worshipped sweet Jaril and lived in harmony with the natural world. Taking only what they needed, carefully cultivating plants that bore fruit containing all that humans needed to survive, the Druids strove always to live in a way that took as little from nature as possible...
I, too, learned their ways and their rituals. And then... in a fit of greed, I took up with a mysterious traveler who had promised to teach me in the arcane arts. It was many years before I returned to my home, and to Ivanje... only to find her on her deathbed.
She died that very night, lasting not even a day after our reunion. And, in my foolishness, I tried to use the magic I had learned to take back what had been stolen from me, forgetting that it was I who cast away my dear grandmother... and forgetting, too, the true nature of a Druid's death.
When my vision cleared, Ivanje was nowhere to be seen, and the screams of animals echoed around me. The forest itself was rotting away before my very eyes... and only then did I remember. Ivanje had been reunited with the forest, as are all Druids... and when my magic tried to steal her back, it ripped out the heart of the forest itself. I fell upon the altar, broken and sobbing.
Jaril came to me then, the injured goddess' voice but a whisper. She reprimanded me for my foolishness... and then answered my pleas to give me the strength to help. Not as a mortal human, she told me... but if I were willing to give that up, I could help to restore the forest, little by little. I agreed at once...
I won't remember my past life, Jaril told me. Nor any of my arcane learnings. She will impart me with the knowledge of the Druids... but all I ever was will be lost, even my name. I write this down now so that perhaps, someday, I will return to this altar and find it, and remember. What I did. Why I will live from this day forth as one of the flowers of the forest... eternally protecting and restoring that which I so foolishly tried to tear apart. My name, I leave unrecorded. It is no longer important. I will only have one name now, the name my beloved Jaril bestowed upon me... Majamir, the nurturing mother of peace...
