Itachi doesn't actually need his questions answered. Oh no. He has all the answer he needs. This person isn't a friend to the trees at all. The monster rises inside Itachi, the snarling beast that demands he kill and devour.
The human in him, the part of him that still values human life, wants to hold back. After all, trees are used to make such things. It's a fact of the world.
But the monster still rages. And he's hungry.
"You don't belong here," he hisses, and a vine lifts from over his shoulder, stretching out toward this interloper, only good for food.
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Itachi doesn't actually need his questions answered. Oh no. He has all the answer he needs. This person isn't a friend to the trees at all. The monster rises inside Itachi, the snarling beast that demands he kill and devour.
The human in him, the part of him that still values human life, wants to hold back. After all, trees are used to make such things. It's a fact of the world.
But the monster still rages. And he's hungry.
"You don't belong here," he hisses, and a vine lifts from over his shoulder, stretching out toward this interloper, only good for food.