Tarma

Many don't know when the forest truly began.

Some theorize it first blossomed during the beginning years of Earth, after the first ones bickering came to an end and all were united. Some speculate that it never truly began at all, and simply had always been. No matter the time nor place, the forest has grown. Just as the forest had always existed, so too did Tarma.

The rumors of the grand beast are just as beautiful as seeing Tarma in person. A towering beast that slowly shambles through the forest, its paws pressed delicately against the dirt it so calls home. From its fur the beasts of the wild call its home, butterflies carefully clinging to its horns and moss growing amongst its back. Small familiars and mice of all sorts can often be found scurrying about its hide, provided peace and comfort in its traveling unit. Even the larger beasts of the land can't help but follow Tarma for protection or companionship they so desperately crave.

Nobody truly knows where Tarma is going, and that is alright. For Tarma is content to protect the large forests that it calls home. An ancient beast worthy of guarding...that is the forest. Tarma is merely another goodbeast placed within a world of chaos. And they...are happy.