Zem'tasha's eyes flash. The other plants in the vicinity make a few growling sounds, and face inward. It's not crowded, just. . . focused. Angrilly focused.
"That monster has forgotten his ancestors! He does not know the Balancing, and will never be welcome in here again! If he could die, he would be dead. And any one of us would have done the dead happily!"
((OOC note: Due to possible timeline problems, I am going to move this off-list. If you're spying, or whatever (since it's not REALLY a closed domain, it's just a scary hole-punchable one with no animals or people or technology), email me (or a GM) and I'll send you the story. Otherwise, this is going to be as far as most people get.))
