The mare yelped as the embrace of the vines thickened around her, wildly flailing her limbs and tugging at the roots that held her fast to the spot. The spreading wood from the base of the vines crept further upward, encasing her hind legs up to her hips and squeezing almost painfully tight. She felt the tingle of magic in her legs, sensation deadening as the wood bulked up around them, seemingly as if she were merging with the wood… to her dismay she spots the bark upon the trunk forming around her leeching the color of her coat upon itself, a sandy beige, lightening all along its length.