Zanna, the Flowermaiden Witch
On a far northern arctic island you’ll find the horizon consists of white snowy
landscapes and icy mountain peaks. Yet hidden beneath the snow and fjords, the
arctic oasis can be found. Lush greenery covers this hidden valley with a small
river floating trough it. Here and there, you’ll find small critters about,
primarily otters, cats and friendly snakes. Along with a vast number of other
animals. Walking trough this illuminated overgrown valley with light coming
from the top from an unknown source, it opens into a larger area. And a small
house with green vines growing over it, overgrown like the rest of this strange
place.
The door would open, revealing the purple witch known as Zanna. Stepping into
her house, otters scurry about on small wooden walkways made for them,
bioluminescent mushrooms light up the interior. Exotic plants can be seen
everywhere, the witch invites you to sit down for a cup of tea to tell you her
tale. An otter comes waddling on two legs holding a tray with two porcelain
cups, filled with a pleasingly fragrant tea.
Zanna grew up on this island a long time ago, exactly when, she has forgotten.
She did however live on a farm with her family, herding reindeers. Life wasn’t
easy, but it was peaceful. During one fateful day however, Zanna was out
riding, when a blizzard swept in, being separated from her family and lost. She
fell down a cliff, tumbling, broken. A narrow valley, dead, deserted, gray. All
but lifeless except for a circle of blue luminescent mushrooms peacefully
glowing. When Zanna woke up, she found herself… Somewhere else, impossibly tall
trees, giant mushrooms, a lush forest bathed in an eternal dusk. She walked
aimlessly, trying to find a way back home, stumbling upon curiosity after
curiosity. And after some time, Zanna began little by little understanding this
magical place, and after having found an abandoned witch’s hut. She began
understanding the arcane arts. And after some years in this realm, she learned
how to return home.
When she did however, she found time had passed, a great amount of it. Her
family was long dead, the landscape altered, a world familiar yet alien. Zanna
decided she would instead continue practicing, making a home in the dead
valley, slowly turning it into an abundant oasis. With more magic learned, she figured
out how to traverse to other realms, a great way to both acquire new plants for
her home, as well as making new friends. Zanna isn’t interested in becoming an
all powerful magician, she just wants a peaceful happy life where she can relax
in her garden home, and have fun with friends in other realms. Though she is a
bit mischievous and likes to play with the otherwordlers, evident as you find
out the tea was spiked, and you now find yourself at a fraction of your
previous size.
“Don’t worry, you’ll return to normal, eventually~”
Goals: Witch druid coming from an arctic area who has magic that can go funky and expand her assets. Like wild magic but going up 5 cup sizes.
Kinks: Growth, latex, expansion, hyper, cock worship, femdom
No-no's: Bug anthros, tentacles, diapers, underage, scat