Belladona

Belladona slithers down from the trees that loom above, casting a soft-lipped smile down at Meadow. Her green scales shimmered in the dark as if they had their own illuminated charm, and her eyes stared deeply into Meadow's for a moment before giving a soft nod. In spite of their common lineage, the wildlife and plants around her seemed to dislike the spiral's presence. The night was silent all at once; not a single insect sang out when just moments before they had been ablaze with life.

"This is a lovely little garden you have," Belladona cooed softly, her voice surprisingly sharp in contrast to her lithe form and soft green scales. "The Glademother must truly have given good graces onto you. Here, let me give you a gift so that your garden can be just a small bit larger.."

The spirals tail lashed out and struck the ground, splitting it slightly. The grass beneath her turned deep purple before shriveling up, and from their corpses bloomed a brilliant array of new foliage. Among the familiar green were glowing purple leaves and flower bulbs that looked strangely like irradiated pink bubbles and glowing mushrooms that were common in the Shadowlands. These new plants gave off a delicious scent that twirled up in the air along with its pollen, and Belladona's claws gently ran across the petals. The touch wasn't too unlike a mother stroking her child's cheek.

As the strange spiral slithered back into the branches and out of sight, a strange feeling overtook the glade. The plants nearest the small, new patch seemed to tilt away from it, and although the animal's cries slowly began to fill the night air once more, they all took care to stay a fair distance.