[Collision is, perhaps, not the right word. It begins as a collision, that's fair enough, but what it becomes after a quick moment of instinctive, jerky confusion is a stranglehold.]
[Vines wrap tight around Dio's arms, pulling them to the trunk of his body and binding him with an easy combination of strength and surprise. It's easy to see, on second glance, why he might have missed this person entirely; he fades into the background, gray-green and dappled and swaying slightly to the beat of the wind.]
[He retreats now, one hand pressed to Dio's mouth as he drags him along, his voice barely audible and lilting between the whispering leaves.]
Don't. Make. A sound. And if you bite me I will cut your tongue out.
[The hunters disgust him, that much is clear from the cool contempt on his face. Fortunately they've stumbled close to home. Well. Fortunately for him, less so for them.]
b; it is 4 am is this coherent who knows
[Vines wrap tight around Dio's arms, pulling them to the trunk of his body and binding him with an easy combination of strength and surprise. It's easy to see, on second glance, why he might have missed this person entirely; he fades into the background, gray-green and dappled and swaying slightly to the beat of the wind.]
[He retreats now, one hand pressed to Dio's mouth as he drags him along, his voice barely audible and lilting between the whispering leaves.]
Don't. Make. A sound. And if you bite me I will cut your tongue out.
[The hunters disgust him, that much is clear from the cool contempt on his face. Fortunately they've stumbled close to home. Well. Fortunately for him, less so for them.]