Settle down and think rationally

Reassuring yourself with the thought that the lack of animal life is just a natural phenomena, you decide that the situation only serves to make your life easier. After all, with no wild beasts around, you should have little trouble getting to the heart of the forest. Certainly finding food may be more difficult now, but you know enough of botany from your alchemy classes to forage for edible plants and mushrooms.

Settling back down, you decide it best to try and get what sleep you can. As the embers of your fire die down, you crawl into your tent and onto your sleeping bag. The night air of the forest is pleasant, not quite cold but not too warm either. You lay on top of your bag in your robes and wonder if you arrived during the spring cycle of the region as you drift off to sleep.

As you sleep, the strange magic-responsive moss continues diligently covering the robes you wear, still instinctively mimicking the fabric's base texture and color. As it makes its way across the clothing, it dips beneath the skirt of the robe, and begins coating it from both sides.

Soon, the moss makes contact with the skin of your hip. Sensing the more potent magic you give off the moss surges forth and begins a rather peculiar process. Where the moss makes contact with your bare skin, it seems to dissolve into it. As it does so, the pigment of your skin changes to the mossy green of the moss on the log. This color seems to spread across your skin, like drops of dye in clear water, gradually converting all into a homogeneous green. In certain areas where magic is most concentrated, the color changes to a blue hue, that glows faintly with mana. These areas form swirling, elegant patterns, symmetrical on either side of your body as more and more of your skin is merged with the strange moss.

It isn't long until this corrupting effect reaches your most private regions. Spreading up to your chest, your pert breasts are soon covered by the green, your pink nipples becoming a woody shade of brown. Beneath your waste, the same can be said for your tender womanhood, as tan becomes green and pink becomes brown.