Blackfeather Woods Hit all the X's

omg, bad chrome! D: i've taken to typing responses into a word document and then c + p it into the reply box... could try that? might save future posts from death < 3

Foolishly, he'd thought himself to be in the clear. He'd assumed he'd be permitted to leave, but boy was he wrong. Not even a single step had been taken before teeth were upon him, weight then being used to force him downwards. Alexander had attempted to fight against it, of course, to prevent his body from meeting the ground, but in the end he'd failed. Hardly any muscle clung to his bones, and the weight of the elder proved to be too much for him. The moment he'd felt himself hit the cold earth, a growl grew within his throat and he began to squirm. The fact that he'd been pushed down was enough for him to realize that he couldn't force his way back up, meaning the only possible solution would be to wiggle his way out from beneath the shadow—but even that was proving to be futile.

Making no progress physically, he fell back onto his voice, wondering if by some miracle his words could get him out of his current predicament. "Get off!" Okay, probably not the best way to go about doing things, but it was what he knew. Demanding things was practically a specialty of his, even if his success rate whilst doing so was unbelievably low. "I'm going to tell my dad," he proclaimed, clearly having a small Draco Malfoy moment; not that it would do him any good, really, but it was at least worth a shot.