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the forest is his. his home, his blood. his temple and place of worship. not a single leaf exists without his knowledge of it, so lovingly tended to, day and night. each tree a note in an unending symphony playing out in the confines of his head, each animal a child so constantly fed and cared for. there is nothing that exists there without his knowledge, so when a chord rings that doesn't belong, nara knows immediately.
"i do hope you're not trying to sneak up on me." a playful lilt to his voice as damian approaches, on silent feet.














