mtg.wtf

"Did clouds dance in his eyes,
did thorns play at his fingertips?"
—Shesul Fass, faerie bard

Sometimes it is better to be swift of foot than strong of swordarm.
—Elven proverb

I tell you, there was so many arrows flying about you couldn't hardly see the sun. So I says to young Angus, "Well, at least now we're fighting in the shade!"

"It blinked, and flower petals fell like tears. Harthar, sensing weakness, attacked—and his blood fell like petals."
—Shesul Fass, faerie bard

"Only the foolish fear foxfire."
—Kolbjörn, Elder Druid of the Juniper Order

Rather than sheltering her young, the female fungusaur often injures her own offspring, thereby ensuring their rapid growth.

"Do we know what we're doing? Yes—the will of Freyalise."
—Laina of the Elvish Council

"We were holding our own—until the ogre guiding us suddenly grinned and turned on our commander."
—Ivra Jursdotter, Sarpadian mercenary

While it possesses potent venom, the giant spider often chooses not to paralyze its victims. Perhaps the creature enjoys the gentle rocking motion caused by its captives' struggles to escape its web.

Don't try to outrun one of Dominaria's grizzlies; it'll catch you, knock you down, and eat you. Of course, you could run up a tree. In that case you'll get a nice view before it knocks the tree down and eats you.

"All things must eat, after all. Even the air can hunger."
—Gemma, Willow priestess

"The raging winds . . . , settling on the sea, the surges sweep, / Raise liquid mountains, and disclose the deep."
—Virgil, Aeneid, Book I, trans. Dryden

"'I'll show you how to handle the treefolk!' the giant bragged, and he strode off into the forest. Two days later he returned, his face masked in sap and a nest behind his ear. None dared ask who won."
—Azeworai, "The Treeling"

"To bring her down we must be on all sides at once—leave one avenue open and we'll all be dead."
—Taaveti of Kelsinko, elvish hunter

The communal mind produces a savage strategy, yet no one could predict that this vicious crossbreed would unravel the secret of steel.

After years of training, the druid becomes one with nature, drawing power from the land and returning it when needed.

"Ach! Hans, run! It's the lhurgoyf!"
—Saffi Eriksdotter, last words

"Every fallen tree nourishes a thousand seedlings."
—Autumn Willow to Baron Sengir

One bone broken for every twig snapped underfoot.
—Llanowar penalty for trespassing

"When setting a snare, success depends not on the quality of the trap, but the quality of the bait."
—Geyadrone Dihada