[indent][u][b]October 27th, 11:48 AM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/b][/u][/indent]

Harris shuddered awake as a gunshot rang through the air, startling birds and causing him to hear the crowing of fleeing crows and the flapping of their wings as the feathers of their wings beat against the air. Harris freed his left arm from within the wooden cocoon that contained it and held him high within the tree. The one day he decided to get some well deserved rest, he'd sent Josh off to go buy food and everything! So inconsiderate, these poachers, he was so tired of beating people up for shooting everything and stomping all over his garden. Hey, at least the Green didn't seem to be pissed off, they'd cooled down a bit now that Harris was actually able to talk to them.

Harris rubbed his face with his free hand and groaned in agony and rage, he just wanted to sleep for Pete's sake! He grasped his other shoulder and yanked it loose with a sudden twist of his upper body. The yawing tree let out a huge cracking noise as he did. Harris held up his hands and stayed completely still, waiting for the sounds to dissipate. It was like he was trying to sneak down to cook himself dinner in a creaky house, except the threat had changed from slight berating to gunfire.

After the sounds stopped, Harris, soft as a towel dabbing a wet spot, began pulling forwards, looking down into the tree as he did so. He took a deep breath and with one fast motion, pulled himself from the wall and began to plunge towards the bottom of the trunk. With a thought, he pulled a vine from the wall and caught himself around the waist, grabbing onto it as it lowered him down slowly, all the way to ground level.

Harris dropped a few inches to the ground below and watched as the vine sprung back up into the tree trunk, no longer burdened by his weight. He walked slowly, and by the time he had reached the inside bark, the top of the tree had been blown away by the wind and he felt the delicious warmth of the sun on his skin once more. He supposed he could call that breakfast, he hasn't exactly been active all day, so that was the first sun he'd gotten in a while, he really enjoyed drinking in the sun's rays after a long time without, it was both calming and pleasurable... that sounded kinda dirty.

Harris couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at his own joke. What had he become?

Finally the last of the tree blew away in the breeze, the bark shredding in the wind like burnt paper, it would have been a cool visual if it wasn't the fifteenth time this month that Harris had seen it. He didn't sleep in the storage tree much anymore, instead constructing a new one whenever he needed a nap, maybe a bit wasteful but if you asked Harris how much he cared you wouldn't get a large amount. Harris stood still and crossed his arms as a plant creation broke the ground under him and began to glide its way through the mud, bringing him with it. He could scarcely remember those days months ago when he barely knew the limits of his powers, now he knew every little trick that he could do... well, he could really do whatever he wanted other than teleport or travel through time.

He stopped at a clearing in the forest, where he placed a hand against a tree and listened to the men's conversation. They were discussing him! How exciting!... Well, not really, he'd kinda developed a bit of a reputation, so most people entering the forest these days were just bigfoot-hunter types, if they had cameras he'd give them a glimpse of his shoulder just so they could feel fulfilled, much to the Green's chagrin. He liked sneaking into town and seeing those grainy images on the news, people like that just craved attention, so giving them a bit of it couldn't hurt really.

Yep, these poachers certainly were wanting an in into that "TV star" lifestyle, he didn't blame them, he had harbored a desire to be famous back in the day, perhaps that's one of the reasons he ended up in the everglades and transformed into the Vine Stalker, but the fame that he had achieved was unlike the kind that he had imagined. They seemed like they were going looking for him. Well, looks like he'd have to show them why no-one poached in his forest.

Harris smiled as he leaned against the tree, his body sinking into the wood as if it weren't even there.

He had little time to prepare, so he'd have to make the most of it.