Branches twist and crackle, gnarled restraints like fetters around Wolfwood's chest as they snake around him with more force and speed than he's capable of fighting back against. He feels his body wrenched forward uselessly like a ragdoll, torn away from Livio yet no matter how hard it tries to pull him from Nene's grip, her hand manages to keep hold. A mercy, given that the Forest has him, and seems unwilling to let go.
Wolfwood lets out a wordless snarl of rage, kicking out with his right leg at what ends up being the air as the trees bow forward, branches like cages hemming him in. His hand flies to his side instinctively, to his gun that would have been there, but now isn't. But what is a bullet to a tree, bark unyielding no matter how much he thrashes and tries to break free?
He continues to struggle, yet even that, too, is fruitless. It isn't long before the grip of the trees manages to bind him so tightly that he can't move at all, heavy like the force Legato would place upon him like a cat toying with a mouse. It's a reminder of just how powerless he is, that no matter how hard he fights, he will never be free.
Eyes darting wildly, he feels the branches continue to coil around his limbs, both arms and legs, each side squeezing independently. Deliberating. Choosing.
Then, the branches begin to pull. And they pull. And they pull, like a child pulling the wings off a butterfly.
Wolfwood doesn't even realize the howling voice in the woods is his own as his right leg, from just above the knee, is torn from his body with a sickening crunch of bone, the flesh coming clean with it almost too easily. The branches curl around the limb now divorced from Wolfwood's body, pulling it quickly back into the darkness. They drop Wolfwood's convulsing body back to the ground just as remorselessly, leaving him there to bleed, unable to stand, unable to feel-
He can't breathe. He can't catch his breath. It hurts.]
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CW: blood/dismemberment
Date: 2024-03-22 01:21 am (UTC)Branches twist and crackle, gnarled restraints like fetters around Wolfwood's chest as they snake around him with more force and speed than he's capable of fighting back against. He feels his body wrenched forward uselessly like a ragdoll, torn away from Livio yet no matter how hard it tries to pull him from Nene's grip, her hand manages to keep hold. A mercy, given that the Forest has him, and seems unwilling to let go.
Wolfwood lets out a wordless snarl of rage, kicking out with his right leg at what ends up being the air as the trees bow forward, branches like cages hemming him in. His hand flies to his side instinctively, to his gun that would have been there, but now isn't. But what is a bullet to a tree, bark unyielding no matter how much he thrashes and tries to break free?
He continues to struggle, yet even that, too, is fruitless. It isn't long before the grip of the trees manages to bind him so tightly that he can't move at all, heavy like the force Legato would place upon him like a cat toying with a mouse. It's a reminder of just how powerless he is, that no matter how hard he fights, he will never be free.
Eyes darting wildly, he feels the branches continue to coil around his limbs, both arms and legs, each side squeezing independently. Deliberating. Choosing.
Then, the branches begin to pull. And they pull. And they pull, like a child pulling the wings off a butterfly.
Wolfwood doesn't even realize the howling voice in the woods is his own as his right leg, from just above the knee, is torn from his body with a sickening crunch of bone, the flesh coming clean with it almost too easily. The branches curl around the limb now divorced from Wolfwood's body, pulling it quickly back into the darkness. They drop Wolfwood's convulsing body back to the ground just as remorselessly, leaving him there to bleed, unable to stand, unable to feel-
He can't breathe. He can't catch his breath. It hurts.]