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He ran. He ran and ran. He could hear the larger being. (Couldn't call it an animal, could he?) Tree limbs crashed behind him. He tried not to let fear overtake him. How had it come to this? But he didn't know. He ran on.
He didn't know what the other wanted. He knew these people were aggressive, manlike humanoids, bigger than he. In fact, he was sure he'd forfeited his life to the ugly, smelly one that had had him by the back of the neck. And then this big guy had happened along.
Yes, he'd been struggling then. The creature, the man? Either way, he'd been found, hiding in the forest, asleep. He'd been safely ensconced in the wreckage of his little shuttle. Well, perhaps not as safely as he'd thought.
Suddenly, he was jerked, tugged out of his little cubby. He managed to squirm free, but the overlarge creature tackled him and lifted him by the back of the neck.
For several minutes, he dangled from the thing's hand. But the closer they got to "civilization," the more he worried. How would he ever get away if they managed to lock him up? What if they ate him? And this thing smelled so bad, so bad.
He began to struggle wildly when the other had come upon them. It almost looked dapper, the new one, black hair fluffing about his head in a dark mane and brushing his shoulders, framing his dark, fur-covered face. Both wore clothes, but this one was clean, neat almost. It wore a long tunic, cinched at the waist and what looked like leather boots, hard to tell from his vantage, kicking three feet off the ground. The fur-covered face was lean, but broad across the nose, and the eyes were dark yellow, overall, much more attractive than the one that heldhim.
The new one said something to his captor. Offered something. The captor had made a sound that could have been a snort of derision.
The large man, that was all he could call it, a man, had reached out and somehow sliced the stinky captor. The yowling one let go and he took off.
Now though, his breath was coming in short, urgent puffs. He was frantically searching for which way to go. Right? Left? It didn't matter, he just ran.
Something, a tree branch, a clump of dirt, something tripped him. He hated nature as he careened toward the leaf-covered ground, rolling, sliding, and then, "Ooof!" the breath whooshed from his lungs.
A heavy weight landed on top, rolling him underneath. He felt a long, hard body pressed against him. Taut, densely packed muscles, a pounding heart, or was that his own? Terror whipped through him as he forced himself to look up.
The eyes looking down at him were almost black, though as he watched, yellow-green edged in around the long pupil. Cat's eyes. Not quite, almost cat's eyes.
He couldn't speak, could only gasp, but still he struggled, trying to worm away. Then he heard the warning growl. Yes, a cat's growl, low and tense. He froze and this man, this thing, cat man, bared long pointed teeth in either a smile or a threat. He took it as a threat.
What could he do? He was trapped under the solid, lean body of a predator. Biting his lip, he looked deep into those leonine eyes for a long moment. He did the only thing he could think to do. He closed his eyes and angled his head, baring his jugular and trying not to cringe.
He would die like a man.