the woods lovely, dark and deep

But across all the tales this remained the same: an unlucky traveler, the monster, and trees that would pull apart and twist together behind the monster as it hunted.  The frantic crunching of the leaves beneath a hasty foot, the desperate foray through the thorny branches. Its prey at the end of the trail: exhausted, wounded, trapped.And with a final rustle of leaves, the screams would stop.The tailed beasts were real; monsters were not. Or so Iruka thought.

i wanted to write something for halloween, and then i deleted the entire thing and rewrote it, and then my writing roll guttered out before i could get to the noncon.also gotta love how im adding almost noncon to a rarepair - fulfilling incredibly niche demands, that's me, babe!warnings for horror. and plants.