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Survival instincts were what kept people alive, as it told them when to flee and when to fight back. Xochime's was now screaming to her to follow the man's orders as soon as he loosened the grasp of her mouth. As soon as she found herself free from his deadly hands she lost her footing and fell to the ground, defeated and scared. But she did not get up even when he adressed her again. Instead, she remained on the ground, her nose almost touching it, feeling the weight of his presence over her. She felt that if she made even the slightest sound he would claw her again.
Bring food. Young food. He said, as if he was her master and she was nothing but scum, a servant. And as a servant, she had to obey. How deplorable. She thought. However, the situation was not new to her. How many times had she been submited like that, including the time when she had been kidnapped from her family? Countless. So she just acted natural (natural for her, that it) and nodded, flattening her ears against her skull and tucking her tail between her tights, crawling away from the threatening arbiter as fast as her limbs allowed her. Being on all fours in her Optime form felt rather strange, but she had no time to get on her feet. Another thing that she did not like about this form was the way her hair casted a shadow over her eyes, blocking her eyesight and, hence, making her more vulnerable in case that the other decided to follow her. For a second her resolution flinched as she hesitated about her flee. Maybe it would be better if she followed those simple orders rather than risking herself to be followed all the way by his threatening presence. No, she wanted to go away, now.
She moved parallel to the ground until she decided that she was at a safe distance from her agressor, straightening her body. Giving a quick glance backwards, she decided that she was now at a safe distance from the green-eyed male, and she ran away, praying that he would believe that her behaviour was due to obedience and not the opposite. She knew the territory, so all she had to do was to keep that direction and then make a sharp turn to the west towards the ruins. Never had those rocky walls appeared so welcoming than now.
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