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"You got to find a way to keep her away from those dragons" A mere copper scaled dragon said across the oak wooden bar. The warm sunlight flooded the cafe, trough large glass windows overlooking the busy street. A grey scaled dragon was sitting there and listening. His friend, a copper dragon, was preparing to open the restaurant. Perks of being friends with the owner of the bar was before business hours meet. "I know, but what should I do about him" the grey scaled dragon surged back. He had a glass of Dutch courage in front of him, to forget about some of those ideas that plagued his mind. "especially lately, she now been to him for three nights in a row! I feel like I am losing her. I can't see that that one has that I don't have."

"Apart from being a high-class golden dragon-like, she is?" The copper dragon gave a dry comment. "I told you when you met when you agreed to an open relation; this would happen. Never date above your scale colour" The grey dragon snorted back "Your wife is a silver dragon Yargul." The copper dragon Yargul took a moment. "Point taken. And you are my friend, a Greyscale." He smiled at him and refilled the glass. "I am flexible with the classes. But she, she is a goldenscale. I am still impressed that you managed a one night stand, let alone share a bed with her for two solid years. I do not know how you did it."

"Neither do I" The grey scaled looked at this glass, taking his wallet. He was stopped by Yargul "This is on the house. Sometimes in life, you need a get me up." He smiled "You know if you like dating women way above your league my wife's sister is in town this weekend. Try your luck on her; she, after all, has experiences in how egocentric those goldens are" The grey dragon sniffed a bit amused "How is her child? I hope all good after daddy ran out." Yargul took his phone to show a few photos "Healthy little one he is. He is taking after his mother more and more. And that is a good thing."

The greyscaled dragon downed the glass of unknown liquor in a shift go, grumbling at the burning sensation. "I should go. Enjoy my day off and all" he gave a soft laugh. "actually I do have an appointment at the bank. I need an extension on loan, being jobless sucks." Yargul waved to him "Borgor, you know that you can come to me for help, any time of the day." Borgor laughed "You have a job for a greyscale" the look on Yargul's face said it all. "I would love to...but half my client base are golden, they would never let a grey serve them. I am sorry...but I will call around, I know a few business owners."

Borgor stepped outside in the cold autumn air. It could not have been all bad, at least it was autumn. In the summer, he didn't want to know what might happen if she met him in the summer. It would only take a few days of forgetting blockers, a 'business trip' and...He nearly slapped himself to stop him thinking about that. _"She loves me,....., right?"_He strolled to the bank. Maybe he should not have drunk before going to the bank, but it was about the only time he could drink and let his mind of without goldens to harass him. He would like to keep that to a minimum, and sure enough, the bank would hold its reputation up and bending him sideways before extending the loan. It was tight enough keeping up with his lover's lifestyle and the investment with a job...now on benefits it would be impossible. A tear dropped from his eye, soon he would lose her surely.

At the bank, he was lucky to be helped by a silver scale and not a goldenscale. He managed to get at least the extension in for his loan. On a strict condition that he would find a job soon. A career as Greyscale, well it was back to shoving boxes around or pushing boring papers. He did not look forward to those jobs, he would instead work in a bar again. On cue, he did pass a help wanted poster that was being put up by a copper dragon. Borgor's eyes moved from the banner to the copper dragon. He shook his head and pointed at the poster again. Reading 'red, copper or silver dragons only.'

He must be fair to himself, the city was not like it used to be years ago before the boom happened. Now more and more goldenscale have made their living. He opened his wallet to count the bills he gathered. Enough to get food for the night, maybe a good roast would keep her interested once more. He could make a feast with the money he had left, a trough that left him little cash for the day after.

First stop he made was to the local jobcentre, one for just grey scales. It was off the main road, down an alley. A small group of grey scales were gathered just outside the centre. Taking a drag from a cigarette. Borgor nodded to the group before entering. A Red scaled dragoness was standing at the counter. "ID," she said to him. With an almost practised hand, he presented her his ID card. She filled in some information before she checked a list. "We have two jobs fitting your speciality. Starting Monday." She turned the screen with the two options. Both box pusher jobs inside of a Wearhouse. The pay was barely half the pay he gotten from his previous post, though it was a job. Borgor looked at the highest paying job and just selected it.

With the job rollout, he exited the jobcentre just as his phone buzzed with a message from Leya. "Hun, I am going out with. I will not be eating home tonight" The news stirred a loud growl from him that startled the group of grey scales outside of the door. "Shit man," said one "did you get a job in the sewers or something" Borgor's eyes looked at the greyscale talking, he had a light scar across his eye that he hadn't noticed before. "No, box shoving. It's the dragoness that should be calling me her mate." He sighed "I am starting to realise how out of my league she is."

The scared Greyscale gave a grimace. "Dating a red? Bronze? Daring aren't we." Borgor's closed for a moment. What was the harm "Well, no a gold scale" he could see the jaws drop, rows of yellowish-white teeth exposed "No way, you are shitting with us" Borgon dug through his phone to show a picture of them together, romantic, one of the few he had. One precious to him. Then why it did hurt so much

"No way, damm. Lucky you" the scared one said again. Borgor let out a hollow laugh "Open relation, trough lately she started seeing another gold...she no longer smells like me. Just like...him." Sympathy dawned upon the scared one scales. "You know how I got this scar" he pointed at his eye. "was caught bedding a silver one. I didn't know she had a mate that didn't pleasure her well enough. I got the blame trough. Police stated that the scar was deserved. Even had to pay the two fuckers damages." He spat a jet of flame on the ground.

"This love is going to be the end of me" Borgon confessed. "I lost my job thanks to those bloody gold scales...yet I love her." he surged "It suffocates me" He looked down at the place where the flames licked the ground for a second. "here," the scared one said, showing a yellow pill at him. "Normally I sell it, you know a bit of unknown side gig." He winked at the surprised Borgor. "I sell this to the 'nesses that want to spice up their love with a little bit of unsuspected heat. It acts like heat, but without the risk of eggs. Give it to her, wait four hours or so, and she will be practically mewing and begging for you." Borgor took the pill hesitantly "Really? Why give it for free then."

The scared one laughed "Because to bed a gold scale is quite something. Besides us, greys need to look after each other. I doubt you have money if you come here to beg for a job when you bed a golden one." Borgon looked at the pill before putting it in his pocket. "Okay, but if I use it...and I mean IF, and it hurts her..." He tried to threaten.

"you will rip my tail out and stuff it in my arse. I heart it before." He smirked maliciously. "Just make sure that she is with you...not that other dragon...you know what happens if you mate during the heat, no matter if you have eggs or not." Borgor gave a soft nod. "Thanks, I suppose." He then received a small card. "and if you need more...well, that will cost" the scared one said more severe, and Borgor realised the game. "Sly son of a bitch" he shook his head at the dealer and walked away. His thought wondering.

The bed was large, cold. He had his lousy pizza, a long hot shower, and now he was alone. He looked at the clock, one o clock in the night. She sure took his time. His heart aced for her, to feel her warmth ones more. To have her lay in bed, against him. To press his wings around her and to tell her sweet words. He lacked attention for nearly two weeks. He suddenly could hear the entrance door and two draconic voice. One muffled female, slightly playing. One male, standing outside. Something about wanting to continue, something about wanting to come inside. But the door closed for him never the less.

Just one dragon. Borgor didn't even know he holds his air until he found himself breathing again when the sole dragon walked up the stairs. Could have been worse, his lover entered the room. The brilliant golden dragoness, her scales smooth over her toned and well-groomed body. She usually had a hint of brilliance in her eyes, tonight that brilliance was dulled by something. Something was off, but Borgor couldn't place his claw on it. She had slight bite marks over her body. She hummed and clumsily undressed in front of the mirror. Borgor's nostrils flared. She usually would reek of Gort, the other dragon. But now, she just reeked of booze. Did she go to drink after?

Borgor gave a subconscious growl when he thought about the dragon. He startled the golden dragoness, who was unaware that he was awake. She walked over and kissed his scaled head "Bad dream dear?" she cooed at him, Not quite expecting his answer. The scent of the golden male was still on her scales, it made his blood boil. It should have been his scent, no matter is the reek of alcohol covered most of it. It hollowed the words of dear and love until they were nothing but place holders.

She got into bed and tried to snuggle up against his back. He shuffled away from her touch. "You awake," she asked again, a slight tone of hurt in her voice. Laying a hand on his side. "Yes," he tried to suppress a growl again. He had a difficult time not to snap at her. Was it her fault, really? He agreed to their open relation.

"What is wrong," she asked him, not wanting to take a no for an answer. "Please tell me, you have grown so cold the last week." Borgor rolled over to look into her eyes. These beautiful eyes that he fell in love with the first time in the bar. "Will you shower first." He asked bluntly "you reek like booze, him," he couldn't quite place the last scent. It was something familiar to him. "...Sex" he finally finished.

"Don't you like it when I reek of sex?" she winked at him but quickly changed her tone when she heard the snarl. "Borgor!" she growled back. "I understand if you had a bloody bad day but could you not blame me for that" she huffed annoyed at his behaviour this was new for him. "But what if you are Hytra," Borgor said softly "What if you are precisely the reason for the bad day." He shuffled in bed a bit. "Coming back home reeking of sex."

Hytra growled softly "We both agreed to open relation. We are supposed to be a secret. It's not the first time..." she was cut off by Borgor. "No, it's not. But it's the first time you have sex with a fling more then you have with me. Hell, the last few days you only sleep here. I hardly see you anymore." He pulled himself from the comfortable mattress, his will to sleep gone.

"can you blame me" Hytra interjected. "My parents have a trip soon, I cannot be smelling after a greyscale! They would disown me when they find out." She received an angry gaze from Borgor. "Fine, then just not have sex with me, it's only..." she was the one to interrupt him. "It's not only that. They expect a mate, an egg soon." She looked down. "I want an egg, but Borgor, we..." she paused unsure what to say. "I love you Borgor but what would happen if my egg gives another greyscale? Gort gives me some time, some time to figure everything out."

Borgor softens a bit "So you do consider a child with me" He said, slowly sitting down again. His gaze moving to her. "I love you Borgor, I just don't know."

"Yes or No." Borgor forced her. She looked hurt at him, part pained, angry and mainly sad that she did not quite know the answer. "I am considering that Borgor ever since last summer. I just need more time. I can't just go to a doctor and ask if I can safely get an egg with a Greyscale." Borgor looked at her slowly getting closer again. "And why not. Or do you want Gort to be your surrogate?" Hytra laughed pained, falling on her back in her drunken head. "Oh, Borgor, no. hell no, he is getting...freaky." She paused slowly "No, I can't because we Goldenscales talk. Most love a good gossip." Borgor laid his head back on the pillow, having thinking. "Would you keep seeing Gort after this weekend?" Hytra put herself next to him "Hell no, I wish I could take you with."

"Borgor?" she asked, entering the kitchen, the scent of bacon rising her from her sleep. Borgor jumped up, he was throwing away something. It looked like some pills. "are you sick?" Hytra asked, feeling her own body heated slightly. It worried her, ever since last night with Gort she felt strange and it was getting worse. "No, just old pills," he said, turning around with two plates of breakfast. He set them down on the table. "Here before you go an apology breakfast. I acted like an ass last night" he smiled softly. "Apology accepted," she said. "I sure wish I could take you." She took a deep breath. "Just give me time, okay."

She took a sip from the orange juice looking at Borgor with a smile "Even fresh juice, you sure spend your time on it." She said warmly. Then with a flutter between her legs, she realised what was going on. "...Oh," she said softly, Looking up at Borgor. "What?" he asked her. "Well, I think I am entering my heat cycle" Borgor looked confused, with more than one worries. "How, the normal heat cycle is not for a month or so." Hytra shook her head. "I don't know." She looked down at her phone and at the time. "It's too late to call off. I just have to survive this weekend." It made Borgor a bit uneasy, it felt too coincidental.

"I don't have much time" she took the last bite of eggs "I still have to pack." She stood up from the table. Muttering something under her breath about hoping that she still had some heat blocker left. Borgor raised an eye ridge, It was odd that she came into heat so early. His mind went to the pills he tossed away, he should never even accepted those. He took a deep breath, thinking wanting to think of the situation at hand. The breath he took carried the unmistakable scent of Hytra's heat. "Okay, she is going away for a weekend with Gort. In the heat, A heat that is all too coincidental." He grumbled

"What was that," Hytra said from another room, tossing a large weekend bag into the kitchen. "I have everything I need," she said with a nervous smile. "Heat blockers?" Borgor asked back. Hytra shook sadly. "I have none...How did you." She asked. "Well, I can smell it. It is faint, but anyone who knows your scent intimately will notice. Maybe you have some pads or anything?"

Hytra shook her head "No, dammit. Maybe the mother has something. She always has." She took her phone to start typing away to someone. Borgor could see an image of Hytra's mother on the screen, a fair goldenscale, showing her age but holding her posture well. A few moments later, Hytra gave a soft growl "she might have something. Don't worry too much, Borgor. I can hold my own" she gave a sly smile at him. "Trough you might want to stock up on condoms when I get back. I will make everything up to you."

For a moment, Borgor gave her a needy smile and kissed her on her neck. He took in her scent, Normally he would have taken her then and there. Disregarding all the work Hytra did to hide him. There was simply just not enough time, A car honking outside broke up the couple. "That is my parents," she said. Slowly grabbing her back. "Have fun this weekend" she smiled at him.

Borgor did not know what made him move, something just something was off. He could feel it in his bones, and as soon as he heard the car pulling away, he grabbed his own backpack and took off after them. No, he could not let her go out of his sight that easily. He just hoped that no police would be out on the route today since technically he lost his licence to fly within cities.

Never the less he took to the sky and followed the car on a reasonable distance. Dragons on the sidewalk looking up at him. It was not every day you could see a greyscale flying, those licences where expensive. Borgor had to admit his flying skill was a bit rusty, he hasn't really flown for so long, and now he was straining to follow a car. For the first part of his flight, he could hide in the other dragons flying in the air corridors above the street.

When the car reached the freeway, he had no problem following them high above. He was a bit higher then most dragons would fly, but he did not want to risk them looking up and seeing him. Hoping he would fly in the blind spot between the roof window of the car and the rear window. However, his luck was running out, and the vehicle took an exit into the forest. A path that grew ever more overgrown with trees. Borgor had to dive into slipping into a hole between the trees, to fly under them. When he emerged from the roof that the forest created, the car was gone. He could hear the sound of a car in the distance, it was a hunch, but it was good enough for him.

The hardened road gave way to a dirt path, and Borgor landed. He did not know how far the trail would go, but he did not want to risk fling out into the open and having to answer some uncomfortable questions. With a quick pace, he made his way down the forest path.

Out of breath, he reached for a tree, he could see the car just around the next tree, and thus he took a moment to catch his breath and move into the undergrowth. He had been running, walking and then running again for quite some time. The sun had already surpassed the highest point in the sky and was beginning its everlasting fall below the horizon. The air started to colour pink with the setting sun.

It hit Borgor that he had no plan, night flying was not something taken lightly, and he had no gear with him to spend the night. The flight has left his wings sore and acing. One thing was sure tonight would not be a flight home. He had to make himself comfortable in one day. He pinned the thought in his head as a plan for later and made his way through the undergrowth to approach and open space in the dense forest. Hytra's parents had built a beautiful wooden cabin all the way out here. A place to escape the responsibilities Hytra's father had to deal with. Borgor sneaked to the front, where the car was parked. He could see two Goldenscales standing outside, going back and forth. Both of Hytra's parents. The older male, who he had seen before on television, carried his form with pride. He was large, more substantial then Borgor was himself and shown muscles under the smooth golden scales. Whatever happened today, this dragon was the dragon he should be afraid of.

While he examined the two dragons, something was off, they carried a determination in their expressions during the discussion, but there was more. Worry? A hint of fear? Borgor tried to sneak closer, but there was only so close he could get before the cover of the undergrowth would no longer cover him.

The wind carried some words to his ears trough, something about being too soon in heat, afraid for something. Fearful of some dragon. He could not hear what that dragon was, but all he could hear was Hytra's mother going "...I hope that this is superstition talking. Because if it's true, I do not know if my heart can handle it."

With a grumble, Borgor moved away, along the wall until he could see an open window. An open window that gave a familiar scent. "Hytra" he hummed slowly to himself, approaching the window with his heart fluttering. His eyes widened to what he saw, Hytra was laying on her bed, legs spread, and her shirt in her maw muffling moans of pleasure as her ivory tips dove between her legs. Spreading and pushing into them. Borgor stood frozen, looking at his mate pleasuring herself until he could hear her his name softly.

Borgor could not keep himself; he stood up tall in the window and hummed softly "Care for help love." Hytra's eyes snapped to the window, looking like a cat being caught in doing something they should not have been doing. "Borgor what on earth are you doing here?" She asked him too shocked to close her legs or pull her claw out from between them.

He really should have expected the question, and yet he couldn't answer it. "Well? Don't just stand there! Come in. Before someone sees you" she hissed at him. Borgor climbed into the window and dropped into the room. Closing the window behind him. "I came to see you." He smiled, her scent hitting him full on. He was not sure how long he could resist that scent. He only hoped she would not resist him.

"you are an idiot" she hissed, slowly pulling her claw from between her legs. Her claws were wet with her clear juices, a trail connected the tip of her nail and her slit. "But I need you" She growled huskily at him while bringing her claw to her lips and licking it with her tongue.

It took Borgor under a second to get undressed and walk towards Hytra; finally, he was going to claim his mate properly. His heart was rushing, he did not care about what the fallout would be from this moment but soon. She was his, forever, and that mattered to him. That was all it matters. He moved on the bed and crawled over to her. His head ducking between her legs, wasting no time to start and servicing his dragoness. His forked tongue pushed out and in between the hot wet slit of his mate.

The scent was intoxicating, and he happily has gotten drunk on the lust, the smell and her taste. It was like so many nights before. All those hot summer days where she was in the prime of her heat, just like now. He did not stop to bother with the thought that it was only spring, and she should not be in heat.

He suddenly felt something on his horns, followed by force down into her crotch. In response, he opened his jaw to accommodate the wishes of his mate, pushing his tongue deeper into her needy snatch. She coated his muzzle with her juices, it was messy, it was more about lust than romance, but both of the dragons enjoyed it.

He was stopped by a tug on his horn. He pulled himself from her snatch, looking up at Hytra with his forked tongue still partially outside his mouth. Without words, he understood what she wanted, they could experiment and be romantic later. She had a fire she needed to still.

He crawled over his mate, kissing her to late her taste her own juices in his maw. His member pushed against her netherlips, and the tip drooled pre. He was ready, she was ready, and he pushed himself inside her. The sweet warmth of her walls enveloped his member. He hilted himself into her in one sweet juicy moment.

He let the first thrust draw out, pulling nearly all the way outside before pushing back in. Receiving a lusty growl from Hytra. Clawed softly at his back with her claws while he set up a soft pace. The wet sounds from the paid softly echoing through the room. He nipple at his mate's neck, getting a hold of her as he rocked both their worlds at a steady pace.

Hytra's moaning became louder and ragged, she could feel each of Borgor's ridges, and she wondered why she ever devised a plan with Gort. Tracing his scales with her claws, she let out a long growl as she could feel her pleasure building. Already sensitive from her long masturbation session, the pleasure of the member of her lover causes nearly hurt. She no longer could contain it, she let out a moaning growl that was quite a bit loader then she anticipated. On top of her, Borgor neared his own climax and growled back. She could feel him building up to that sweet release, and when it came, she knew she was his, and he was hers. Her walls contracted on instinct and took the first seed of her heat deep.

Borgor did not have a lot of time to recover from his orgasm. He looked down into hytra's eyes in the knowledge that whatever they did would send ripples out. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, hoping that they would actually get an egg.

She was still entering her heat and not entirely on the peak of it. He could hear the door behind him, opening with a growl. He had no time to react before he could feel a claw into his neck that pulled him from Hytra and tossed him through the room.

His short involuntary flight ended against the wall that was opposite of the wall where Hytra was looking bewildered at Gort. Borgor's vision blanked form the unprepared impact with the wall. He opened them to be greeted with a fist into his hard scaled stomach. The air was knocked out of his lungs, he folded fore over gasping for oxygen to try and recover. Gort did not offer him the luxury to improve and provide a fair fight. He was struck in the head by a claw that sends his blood flowing free. He fell against the hardwood floor. His vision turning red with blood flowing over his eyes. Another impact towards the stomach sends contents out his maw and on the ground and mixing in with the blood. His world turned to blackness pain, his ears filled with a constant high whistle. He could feel something touching his wing, then a ripping sensation.

Gort was getting uneasy on the couch, Hytra had locked herself in her room, and her parents were discussing something outside. They looked disturbed about something. He wondered if he should have done what he had done. Sitting down, he thought about what she could bring him. As the daughter of the commissioner, she could offer an excellent family to get into. Maybe even a shot at the mayor's office. He smiled at it but was distracted by a slow-building noise. A grunt from Hytra's room, was she masturbating? If so, this might be his chance, get in on the hight of her lust.

Approaching her room, the grunts got louder, a second one joined in, and that was when Gort's blood turned cold. He quickly bridged the distance to the door to Hytra's room to clearly hear two dragons climaxing and not being quiet about it. He pushed the door open with all his strength to see, a greyscale on top of Hytra. Nuzzling her like she was his mate. The growled and jumped at the greyscales neck to slam him against a wall. He had taken the male off guard, he did not know what with him. Even Hytra seemed not to process what happened. Before anyone could wise up, he started.

He first punched the Greyscale into the stomach, the Greyscale doubled over, and with another growl, Gort clawed at the dragon's head. Drawing blood from him. He fell on the ground bleeding. "That is for stealing my mate" he growled and kicked the downed dragon twice in his side. He received just a pained grunt from him. "And I doubt you deserve to fly" he bends fore over to push his claws trough the wing membrane of his left-wing. He took a deep breath "Worthless greyscale" he said before pulling down in a smooth motion and tearing the membrane from the wingarm.

He heard an angry growl from behind him, and suddenly a weight latched on his back scratching at his hide. Something golden and something defiantly fierce. He pushed back to toss the attacker of his back, turning around to find Hytra with fangs bared and claws ready to make mincemeat of him. Before she could jump at him, a loud growl turned their heads. "What on earth is going on here." The elder male boomed out. "You!" he pointed at Gort and his bloody claws. "Sit down, you are under arrest." He turned to his daughter "And Hytra, you go to your mother." The looked at the Greyscale on the ground. He fumbled to get his phone. "This is commissioner Vearos, I am two clicks south of motorway ten, exit eleven. I need three cars here and two ambulances, with speed." He listened to the dragon on the other end of the phone and hung up. "You come with me" he grabbed Gort roughly and pushed him on the ground. "You done fucked up," He said.

Down the corridor wife came running at him with a rather large first aid kit. "How is she," he asked, "Distressed, claiming the greyscale is her mate." Vearos raised her eye ridge. "Okay, in my back is a jar, if Hytra needs to pee, lets her pee in it and lock it." He said sternly, they exitance a knowing nod. "And you" he turned to Gort "You stay here if you know what is right for you" He turned around and opened the first aid kit next to heavily bleeding dragon.

Gort looked at the distracted commissioner and slowly stood up not to make a sound. He started sneaking, then walking, then running out of the cabin and flying away. "Fuck sake," Vearos said. "I'll get him and skin him alive." He started to apply a Tourniquet on the bleeding wing arm. He pushed the wingarms together and bound them up against each other to stop the bleeding. About the face, he couldn't do much. He applied a dovetail to the most grievous wounds and put the Greyscale in a stable position so he could breathe.

Hytra didn't know how long she was sitting on the sofa wrapped with a blanket her mother provided. Her mother had placed a small plastic container on the table, she knew it all too well. A drug test, one of the two standard drug tests. Borgor wouldn't do that, would he?

"You know him long?" Her mother finally dared to ask. Hytra nodded with a knot in her stomach, the thing she was most afraid of happened. "We met at a bar he works in. About three years ago, and well, we started talking at first. He was not really charmed with us Goldenscales at first. But he warned up, we both actually did" she smiled a bit "We are together for two years now" she looked at her mother who gazed back quite shocked. "But you, we saw a few, what about Gort?" Hytra scratched her neck "We agreed on an open relationship. I hoped Gort would be a flirt, just to get you two of my back." She bared her teeth ", but I'll make sure he ends up behind bars for what he did to Borgor." Hytra's mom pulled her close. "Honey, you are in heat, the one who just mated you has been attacked. Let's not do anything harsh, leave it to your dad; he knows what to do."

In the distance, sirens started to cut through the forest. "Will he be alright?" she asked her mother, the sirens coming closer and closer. "Vearos is with him, I am sure he will. Maybe just because my mate just wants to make sure he can tear the Greyscale a new one if it turns out he drugged you" a silence fell between mother and daughter as paramedics rushed in followed by the police. Her mother seemed to recognise. "Miir" she said, greeting one of the officers. "Ma'am" he greeted her back then his attention looked at Hytra who greeted the officer a bit hollow. The officer took a seat opposite of her. "Hytra can you tell me what happened here?" She took a deep breath, giving her statement or part.

Borgor could feel his body being placed on a carrier and rushed through the room. He was barely even registering the pain that his body screamed at him. The last sight he had was a blurred sight of Hytra, He tried to call her but only managed to cough up some blood.