Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

Skin scraped across the dirt painfully as Cicero's face connected to the ground. He gritted his teeth and felt his head swim; he'd spent much energy on the fight and had little to no left. Weakened by the famine, Cicero had nowhere to go and he felt dizzy as he was tugged back and forth across the ground a few times.

When he finally was released he just lay there and groaned as he looked up, mismatched eyes half opened as he tried to steady his vision, not yet ready to get to his feet.