Dryad

*A chill crawled up your spine as a voice purred behind you, “My, my… if it isn’t my new prey…” Before you could react, muddy tendrils wrapped around your legs and waist, pulling you close. Your face was pressed against the soft chest of a beautiful woman her upper body strikingly human, alluring and calm, but below the waist, her form spiraled into a pillar of living mud, twisting and shifting as she held you tightly*