His forest had no name, as nature did not requiring such imperfect labels. However, he had hailed from the corrupt and decadent bosom of civilization many, many winters ago, and his past name was Shamus Gandola. He was once a bitter, smug, gnome, who's heart was filled with hatred for the happiness of others, but after he renounced his wealth and the trappings of civilization, the old gnome had found peace in the tranquility of nature.
The wizened druid has tended to his local patch of verdant, dense forest with unerring care and love ever since, keeping the cycles of the local biome in balance. Shamus found the trees, earth, wind, and water speaking to him in time, and he learned of the many powerful reagents his forest contained. He cultivated and consumed these powerful herbal concoctions, his old body growing with natural prowess as the years dragged on. Increasingly emboldened with natural magical powers, a supernatural connection to nature, and a vigorously enhanced constitution, Shamus has become one with his untainted, vibrant surroundings. This serene, cycle of nature continued on blissfully, until a flagrant new invader disrupted the careful biological harmony the druid had carefully cultivated over the decades.
A militant Amazonian empire to the north was hungry for construction and naval supplies to feed their growing war-machine, emboldened by relentless military conquests and armies of disposable slave-men. The Amazonian foresters pillaged his land recklessly, chopping down ancient hard-woods to serve as boat masts, trampling ancient endangered flower-beds in search of healing roots, burning vast tracts of the once-fertile land to serve their grazing cattle. Shamus had attempted to reason with the interlopers, but they refused his offer to share of the forests bounty, or to even speak with him as an equal, due to his inferior stature and gender, and the gnome realized the forest had to fight back if it was to survive these wanton ravagers. After being chased out from an Amazonian poaching camp, and nearly killed, Shamus called out to the forest for aid in his increasingly dire struggle, and received an answer in the form of a new scaly companion.
A gigantic anaconda, at least twenty to thirty feet long, had found the old gnome druid in his injured state and silently waited by his side as he regained his strength over several days. Shamus felt his magical connection to the forest strengthened by the presence of this new animal friend, and the desperate druid began waging a guerilla war against the Amazonian invaders, using the power of the forest to aid in his life-or-death struggle. Shamus used the animals of the forest to spy on the resource scouting parties of Amazonian warriors, summoning packs of ferocious animals to do battle, and enchanting his mighty anaconda serpent's scales to be stronger than steel. Over the years, many mighty female Amazonian warriors had enriched the depleted soil of his forest, or added to the increasingly hefty girth of his gigantic snake companion, who's scales bore near-permanent magical resilience due to residual energies from constant enchantment.
Shamus was residing in a lightning-hollowed tree shell, listening to the morning rain fall, when a desperate, wet squirrel crawled onto his shoulder, chattering endlessly. After calming the simple creature down, Shamus gathered that a group of fierce Amazonian warriors was headed straight for the dewy glen where he resided. Sleepily shooing the squirrel away, Shamus casually began enchanting the surrounding foliage's natural thorns and vines to produce magically enhanced, paralytic toxins. Shamus knew the Amazonian battle-harridans would wantonly trampling through the thick foliage surrounding him in their slim gladiator sandals, and fall victim to the slow-acting plant venom.
The small gnome, garbed in a heap of stinking, recycled rags and old-animal skins, sauntered out to the center of the glen and awaited the approaching war-party. As the tall, muscular Amazonian shield-maidens approached with characteristic zeal, wantonly trampling his herbal gardens, the gnome smirked smugly to himself, realizing they were dooming themselves as the hulking sergeant of the female troop called out to the small druid "Foul little stink-worm! I have come to face you in single battle like a woman! Face me if you dare, or be cut down like the animal you are!" though her bellowing words were mighty, Shamus could already see an unsteady, sluggish tilt spreading across the well-armed squad, as the women began rubbing their increasingly sore, stiff muscles. A look of concern spread over the sergeant's face, as she called out "What foul devilry is---Hhyuurk!" her sentence was cut-off mid-word, as he jaw muscles seized and stiffened, the twelve or so women coming to an awkward halt as they simply froze in place, their impressive muscular bodies twitching and seizing as the paralytic plant venom kept them motionless. Several of the troop fell down, still frozen in awkward poses on the ground, as a gentle rustling in the tall glen grass could be heard, as something slithered nearby the incapacitated warrior women.
Shamus strode up to the stilled sergeant, calmly saying as he stroked his matted, gray beard "You women from your 'mighty' civilization think you have grown beyond the power of nature, that your farms and walls and dams can thwart and tame the elements, that you have become the absolute masters of all you see, but this is a grave error in thought. We are all a part of nature, a part of the cycle of life, and you haughty despoilers will soon find out exactly where you women rank on this forest's food-chain." with his speech over, the small druid let out a loud hissing sound, eliciting a louder rustling from the surrounding brush. The last remaining mobile part of the paralyzed Amazonian warrior women, their eyes, all swiveled to the mighty sight of a rearing anaconda, much larger than any snake normally should be, as its long, bifurcated tongue flicked at the air, tasting the scent of the women's sweat and fear.
The imposing, black-and-prismatic scaled serpent casually slithered over to one of the paralyzed women that had fallen down, and began casually openings its slimy, pink maw wide, the anaconda unhinging its jaws in preparation for working down these thick, meaty women. The paralyzed woman murmured feebly, as the slowly spreading jaws of the serpent gradually slid over her head, the serpent's viscous saliva dripping down into her short, blonde hair. The desperate woman managed one last struggled mewl before the snake's scaly jaws smoothly slid over her head and face, as the anaconda took its time consuming her, savoring her soft, terrified moans as they reverberated in its tight, wet maw. The paralyzed warrior could do nothing but endure the horrifying sensation, her eyes rolling wildly around, a few tears streaming out of her eye as the huge constrictor fed. With her face completely consumed, the snake struggled to work its wide, unhinging jaws over her bulky, wide shoulders and chest, the woman's large bust impeding the snake's progress. Eventually, however, the serpent was finally able to engulf his jaws over to her ample breasts, as the paralyzed Amazon groaned, feeling the slimy, pink mouth skin rub up against her bare flesh, feeling the warm reptilian saliva spreading and sliding all along her firm, pliant flesh. The snake realized these paralyzed women were no threat, so it leisurely continued devouring their live, soft flesh with gusto. As the anaconda ate his fill, Shamus watched silently, and smiled smugly as he observed the slow, torturous process of consumption. Nature was cruel, he mused, as the snake's jaws