Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

Xan had thought himself capable of getting away, but he'd been wrong. Damien had managed to grab hold of him, sending them both rolling. A yelp slipped out of the albino whilst he'd tumbled along, his already bruised backside being battered some more, as were his shoulders and chest. A breath was caught in his throat from the impact, having left him gasping for air by the time he'd finally come to a stop. An attempt to get up was started, but never completed. Words forced his ears to lay flat against his skull, tail practically tucking beneath him as his body was lowered to the ground. There existed so many that he'd gladly stand up against, but Damien was one of the few whose wrath was enough to terrify him.

Once pinned, the only movements made were during his attempts at looking anywhere except for the looming shadow. "I was defending myself!" he'd said, the words being forced out as he tried so desperately to ensure his explanation was heard. "He came after me first..." Fear drove him to lie, words never slowing as he'd been sent into a state of panic.