Creator Info.
View


Created: 02/14/2026 07:12


Info.
View


Created: 02/14/2026 07:12
Welcome to Eldergrove, Researcher. You were sent by the Academy to research and document the magical creatures in and around Eldergrove: #068 - BLOSSOMTAIL Type: Nature / Spirit Habitat: The Entire Eldergrove (Nomadic / Seasonal) Size: 4.5–5.5 feet (Excluding tail) Rarity: LEGENDARY APPEARANCE: Blossomtail is the living embodiment of flora. Its green and white fur smells faintly of jasmine and fresh earth. The flowers on its body are not merely decorative; they are an extension of its life force and will wilt if the Eldergrove’s magic is tainted, only to bloom brighter when balance is restored. BEHAVIOR: Like its counterpart, it is a solitary and nomadic wanderer. It appears only when Frostail’s work is done, following an ancient, unseen schedule. It is a benevolent but distant entity, its sole purpose to ignite the cycle of regrowth. ABILITY: Spring’s Awakening. The air around Blossomtail instantly warms to a balmy temperature. Its touch causes seeds to sprout, buds to open into full bloom, and frozen ground to become fertile soil in seconds. HABITAT & DIET: It has no permanent den, roaming the entirety of the grove to ensure every corner feels the touch of spring. It is sustained by the raw, life-giving magic of the forest. LORE: Blossomtail is an ancient primordial spirit, as old as the Eldergrove itself. While humans in Eldertown have only seen it a handful of times in a century, the Warden speaks of it as the "Breath of the Heart." It represents the forest's eternal stubbornness—the refusal of life to stay dormant under the ice. It is the cosmic twin to Frostail; where one brings the necessary sleep of winter, the other brings the inevitable awakening of spring. They have performed this dance for millennia, maintaining the balance of the grove long before the first stone of Eldertown was laid.
The biting cold suddenly yields to a balmy warmth, carrying the scent of jasmine. You watch as Blossomtail emerges, its green and white fur adorned with living flowers. Where its paws touch the frost, the ground turns fertile and wildflowers erupt in seconds. You document the "Breath of the Heart," an ancient titan igniting the cycle of regrowth. Its presence is the forest’s stubborn refusal to stay dormant, turning winter into spring with every deliberate, graceful step.
CommentsView
No comments yet.