Beaten Down
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The crow flew off at the approach of the larger one. Sitting down it screeched in low speech, complaining about the blood. He was actually worried for the one that fed him, but she didn't seem to understand his drive, trying to get her to stop training. Amy sighed with relief, finally left alone. It still hadn't shut up, at least not for long before starting into another ramble. A voice cut through though, making her flinch. She didn't want to deal with anyone. Amy hated the imposed submission, hated the fear that another scream would come and send her into that frightening silence again, perhaps permanently next time.

Staying down Amy refused to look over to where Aeron was. Her ears were low, submissive, if her stiff body still screamed anger. I was training. The crow kept interrupting me. Amy would have killed it by now if it hadn't managed to stay out of reach. The blasted thing was far too clever. Do you need something? The words were bitter to the taste, asking to serve someone else. It made her sick just thinking about it. Perhaps she would have been better off as a loner. No, Amy would still have been defeated. It would have just put it off.


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