[~Zacharie~]

Rowan frightfully found himself being followed by a small gang. And he didn't want to be a target. Struggling to find a way to escape and find a safe place to settle until they were gone. His panicked blue gaze flicked around. Brown hair flattened by the rain that poured down from above. Glancing back, he turned into an alley and found himself to be trapped by a wall. He cursed as he saw the small gang move towards him. Making him give off a soft frightened noise. Noticing they were on him in a matter of minutes, and so he couldn't fend them off. Feeling his arms tied together, he growled and kicked a bit. "Well, Sir. I'm sure this lad would do really well" a male from the gang with light colored hair glanced over to the largest male. "Let me go!" Rowan ordered. Feeling a cloth shove into his mouth. "Pipe it" the male who was just talking hissed. "He'd be pretty good for being the little bitch of our gang" another male purred. He grunted and shifted. Trying to pull his arms out of the rope.