The forest dubbed 'The Eastern Oak' was in ruins when Ollimar had decided to make it his home. It was an excessively large territory for any single dragon, the woods being a former home to the fledgling forest clans, long ago.

Though the soil was fertile, the trees were slow to recover, having first been partially cleared by humans before falling victim to sweeping wildfires. Still, it would have been a prime territory for any to claim, were it not for the presence of the scourge of a brown dragon in the mountains, not far to the west of the remaining trees.

Cain, the Earth Dragon, was a fiercely territorial, cannibalistic brute. His mere existence, though reclusive in nature, kept both the forest dragons and the sea drakes far from the eastern oak territory. It was not a coincidence, however, that Ollimar considered himself an ally of the brown behemoth in the mountains. Though it was a fragile, shaky truce between the two, Ollimar had been optimistic about keeping peace between the misanthropic Cain and the proliferating forest dragon clans. He could be the intermediary, Ollimar figured, between Cain and his own forest dragon kin, and even humanity, if the need arose.

This responsibility was his by default, the green had decided. It was a job that needed done, and he was the only one capable of doing it. He'd traveled with Cain for decades in the past, and though he had gotten his fair share of beatings and broken bones, Ollimar wouldn't have traded that enlightening time traveling together for anything. Because of it, he had grown. Even more, he had grown somewhat close to the earth dragons, something previously thought impossible.

The forest dragon set out molding the land to his will. The trees were reinvigorated and set to grow thick and strong, a druid's expertise. The lake was shaped to have healthy circulation, while the fauna of the forest was cultivated and culled to be a self-sustaining ecosystem. The Eastern Oak was reborn, from the roots to the canopy, singlehandedly by the forest dragon, crafted to be his sanctuary and his stronghold, warded and empowered by countless druidic rites and enchantments.

Ollimar, in his travels and adventures, had grown into the most adept of all his kind in the ways of the forest clans. The wild, savage forest dragons of the distant eastern continent saw him as a verdant deity. The elders of his own clans recognized that they could teach him nothing more. Humanity and the sea drakes granted him respect above all others of his kind, acknowledging his altruism and aptitude.

He'd left the clans with the title granted by his father, Elder Miro, of 'Ollimar, Mirroson Scion, Western Elm's Emblem', but once the remaining elders had seen what he'd become once he returned, and what he'd done with the Eastern Oak, it was clear a new title was in order for the young prodigy. Elder Argan, of the Western Elms, had his suggestions, but Elder Rimu, of the Northern Pine, made a succinct decision. The young Ollimar's carefully constructed forest, even to the elders, could not be discerned from its creator. The two existed as living, breathing extensions of one another, both empowered tenfold by their unity. This was, in Rimu's opinion, the greatest achievement a forest dragon could ever strive for.

The title of 'Elder' of a clan held power and meaning far beyond simply being aged, but both agreed, with minimal begrudging, Ollimar was no longer their peer. He was their greater. Elder Rimu didn't suggest the title to the much younger green, he simply bestowed it upon him:

'Master Ollimar, the Eastern Oak.'



A full body commission I managed to grab from  nateloore who has since done some amazing work. Be sure to check out their gallery!

I love the colors and the perspective on this piece and I really need to get into the habit of getting Ollimar drawn with a forested background more often. Really dig how this came out.