"Go on", the guard commands. I step cautios forward to the dead tree on the hill with its branches slowly swinging in the wind. It seems like it is happy that at least someone gets hung from it. The thight rope makes breathing hard and I look anxious around. Villagers came and stand at the side. Some throw insults, some cry, some watch silenty. It was a very long time since someone got hung. I am properly a long awaited meal for the hanging tree. "Just move already!" Another jab with the spear shaft brings me to the ground tighten the rope even more. I cough. With my hands at the rope and the vision blurred I stumble back on my feet. In this blurred vision the tree seems to grins at me again. I look to the ground and move forward again. The shadow of the tree branches start to fall on me. And they start to move again. A breeze catch my lumps and they flap. Cracks disruptes the rustling of the wind. Some terrified screams fly through the air and suddenly another but old and dirty rope loops around my legs. It feels warm. "A proper meal. After decades."
A snagger lookes like a dead tree. It can remain for decades without any food, but a small living creature can extend this lifespan to many years more. The food get catched with the branches or roots. Those who are hold in the branches and are pierced by another set of sharper branches. Through these branches a poisonous liquid is pumped into the bodies, turning the insides into a nutritious goo. After the insides are completly transformed the corpse is broken open and the goo covers the wood, where it slowly is absorbed. Those who get catched with the roots get with sheer force get mashed into the ground. There they slowly decay and fertile the ground a little bit. That feeds the snagger not that long as the branch digestion. To find the targets they can feel through the roots and branches if something is nearby. In the case of a fight the branches and roots aren't that important and its
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