Don't Touch my Human ||@brokeassgoing||
After hearing all of the traditions that happen around this time of year, Knives knew he needed a Log for Legato, perhaps another to gift Badou as an apology.
He'd been the first truly kind person in... A long time. He didn't know how to respond, he still doesn't know. It's so much to try and redirect after everything he's been through, he doesn't understand.
So he'd set out, heading towards the highlands as he'd heard the packs protecting the logs were fewer in number there. With him, his logging axe he'd taken, content and eager to find the best log available.
What he was met with, deep in the forest however, was a familiar voice screaming in horrid terror. Panic seized his heard before rage consumed every inch of his mind.
The Plant was moving before he could think. Always before he could think, his instincts having him move swift and firm through the brush like it was nothing, careful to be quiet but not slow down.
There was no time to think, only act, one of his humans needed him.
Knives wouldn't have gotten any kind of surprise attack if he had stopped his screaming. He was writhing in a tangled mass of vines, howling like a terrified pup. Was that... Tears on his face?
Knives saw red.
He strode with confidence, with speed, remembering what he'd learnt and struck the beast hard in it's side. The hulking mass roared in surprise, but the Plant rammed his foot into the creature's side and wrenched the axe from it's tangled hide, shoving it back as he skidded just short of tumbling into the human.
He spun the axe in his hand, crouching to snag the one Badou had dropped when ensnared and remained low, weapons ready, clearly prepared to fight.
"Badou? Are you injured?" Eyes flash at movement to the left, seeing another beast crawling from the shadows, earning a low snarl from the Plant in response.
