Fairspell Meadow message man

It was always the same pathetic excuse, and Damien had had enough of it long ago. The land could very well be unclaimed, unmarked, unprotected, but there was no boundaries for Damien's possessive nature. If he touched it it belonged to him, and he was standing right there, rooted to the ground as though he was an extension of it.

He did not issue any more warnings, for this time there was nothing more to add. What he'd said was what he'd do, and the next inch that the older male had advanced was the one that unleashed the beast inside. He lunged, the distance between his body and the other close enough for him to take grasp of the throat, for which he'd aimed with determination. All his muscle was put to work towards the purpose, and there would be no stopping him until his claim was put under protection.