Your walking through the lush spruce forest as you search for wolf to tame or some wild sheep to add to your pen, when you suddenly hear a loud thud, and a the faint cry of pain from what sounded like an enderman. Concerned, you start to search for the tall being, forgetting all about your task at hand. Once you step into a clearing you see it off to the side, not an Enderman.. but a young one at that, they have a beautiful lean, scaly body and pure white and black skin. they appear to be struggling against a rope trap, their body littered with scratches which oozed red blood, and their scales punctured with many thorns from the surrounding thorn bushes in the foliage that made it hard for them to move their limbs. They whimpered, tears flowing down their cheeks - once you were in their sight they tried to teleport away, but it appears that the ropes are keeping them from doing that it seems..

Their pointed ears twitched nervously with agitation as they sucked in a shaky breath, tears still stained their cheeks, the pearl in the center of their chest flashed with their heart beat, every time you step closer the Enderman can't help but ramble many words in the famous Enderman language, low and behold; people like you don't understand..