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Huddled up in his filthy clothes Malakye shivered and rubbed his arms as he hugged himself to try and generate some warmth in his body. Having been homeless since he was twelve Malakye knew how rough life could be and having survived to be the age of sixteen he knows what's needed to survive.

He's done things he's not proud of. He's stolen, lied and cheated to stay alive. Each time he did those things he would feel like dirt but the fact was if he didn't do it he wasn't going to survive. He had set up a nice little place for himself down on the docks, he had a mattress, some blankets - albeit they were filthy but beggars can't be choosers - and even had a door and walls to keep him safe and warm in the cold city nights.

He'd even managed to get some company every now and again, there were plenty of people willing to take their pants off to sleep warm and have some company for the night and Malakye had taken full advantage of that fact over the years. Young and old, male and female he'd share his bed with anyone willing just to feel close to someone for a short while before having them move on, you couldn't trust anyone out on the streets.

He'd learned that fact a long time ago when he was first made homeless. He was just a kid, naïve and trusting, that is until he was robbed of his innocence from a kind looking bear who had offered him shelter...but that was a lifetime ago Things had changed, he, had changed and he was stronger because of it.

He was a good looking, seven foot tall black scaled dragolf. His body was well toned thanks to the hardships he's had to live through, and doesn't have ounce of fat on him since he didn't get to eat regularly. He'd get a few scraps here and there, but it had been so long since he'd had a proper meal his body never got a chance to build up any excess fat. His shaggy red head fur was messy and unkempt, his scales were dirty but their dark colour helped to hide that but they could only cover up so much. He hated his hair, only Dragons of mixed breeds had hair, pure dragons had either scales or feathers. He unfolded his wings and wrapped them round himself in a bid to keep warm, the sun had just set taking with it the warmth and its light.

So here he was, shivering in the alley behind some apartment. Why? Because he had been chased out of his home by a bunch of drugged up bastards, who wanted what he had spent years making. It hadn't been much but it had been his, it was certainly a lot more than most homeless people had had. That was two days ago, he had spent the first day recovering from the beating they had given him and then moved on to try and find another place, but that would involve moving to another area and risking the territorial gangs that roamed the streets. He had managed to avoid them so far and was miles from his familiar stomping ground, he was vulnerable and he knew it. He didn't have anyone to turn to, he had himself and that was it.

Malakye had started to drift off when a bright light woke him up as someone shone it directly in his face. He growled and lifted his wing to block the light.

"You there! What are you doing here!?" Came and aggressive voice. "This is our territory bud and your not welcome here!"

"Shit!" Malakye cursed to himself jumping to his feet and running away from the light deeper into the alley only to come face to face with three furs wearing similar denim outfits, wielding weapons ranging from metal pipes, chains and knives, all of them with smirks on their muzzles. They were all canines, mixed breeds and pedigrees, a couple of them Malakye couldn't tell the mix but that wasn't the most pressing matter on his mind. He looked over his shoulder to see another four furs walking slowly up behind him, they had trapped him. The one with the torch who seemed like the leader of the pack.

"Thought you could get away huh?" The leader asked smugly. "You should know you can't escape The Pack." Malakye had heard of this group but never encountered them. They were an all canine group and victimised other furs of different species. "So what do we have here?" He asked shining the torch once more at Malakye to get a better look at him. "A dragon eh? And a mixed breed at that!" He said in a mocking tone. "What should we do with him boys?" The rest of the group just chuckled, Malakye was terrified, he could really die here!

"Please! I'm sorry, I'll leave!" Malakye begged.

"Not good enough sonny!" The leader snarled, Malakye could see him clearly now he wasn't shining his torch in his face. He was a Bull dog, he just like all the other members of the gang wore a spiked collar and ripped denim jackets. He was a foot shorter than Malakye but was much bulkier and solidly built.

"We should kill you here and now just for thinking that you could let your scaly ass sleep on our turf!" He snarled once more, spit flying from his mouth landing on Malakye's face before he shoved Malakye to the ground. Malakye didn't fight back, he knew better than to do that.

"Please." He whimpered, trying to sound as pathetic as possible. "I didn't know I swear!"

"Ignorance is no excuse!" The bulldog spat, his pack mates chuckling and moving closer to Malakye.

"Please don't hurt me!" Malakye cried.

"Oh we're going to hurt you all right kid." The bulldog grinned. "We're gonna fuck you up."

"Please!" Malakye managed to squeak before getting a fist to the muzzle sending him sprawling across the floor from his sitting position. At that point his buddies joined in all of them kicked and punched Malakye who curled into a ball and tried to weather the storm. Minute after endless minute the pack beat on him, occasionally landing a particularly nasty blow when one of them decided to use the weapons they were carrying rather than just their fists and feet.

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Malakye awoke sometime later, it was still dark out that much he could tell. The other thing was that his entire body felt sore like he had been hit by a truck and then the truck had reversed over him for good measure.

His vision was blurry but he could make out the street lights from the road and despite the pain and with no rational thought he dragged himself towards them. He didn't know how long it had taken him, it could have been minutes or hours he couldn't tell, his body was so racked with pain he couldn't think straight, he simply kept moving towards the light. His will finally gave out when he reach the edge of the pavement and he attempt to call for help.

His voice caught in his throat and he barely managed a hoarse whisper. He finally broke down into tears, all the pain hitting him now. A car stopped nearby and he heard someone get out and run over to him.

"Are you all right?" A strong masculine voice asked him but he was unable to answer. "Come on I'll take you to the hospital." The mention of the hospital sent shivers through Malakye, the awful memories that he had suppressed coming back in flashes.

"NO!"

"What was that?" The male asked, Malakye looked at his face but was unable to see due to his blurry vision and the darkness, from his scent though he could tell that the male was feline, definitely not a Pack member. Malakye tried to clear his throat, the male waiting patiently for him to speak.

"N-n-no.....hos-s-spi-i-t-t-tal." he finally managed to stutter.

"But your badly beaten." the male tried to reason but Malakye shook his head and gave him a pathetic shove with one arm that barely moved the male. "All right, all right! But I'm not leaving you here." He picked up Malakye with little difficulty, Malakye was limp in his arms but feeling the warmth of the other male warm his cold body he couldn't help but murr but it came out more like a strangled cough.

Malakye felt himself be bundled into the males car, the leather seats felt so soft against his scales, that was the last thing thought Malakye had before he once again lost consciousness.

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