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In this world where wolves and dragons don't see eye to eye, where they fight over the most trivial of things. Where war has broken out between the two and to be seen with the other outside of combat is a death sentence in itself......where do I fit in?

My name is Malakye; I'm a dragolf, part dragon part wolf, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term. From the day of my birth I have been hated. My mother, a wolf was raped when she was younger, barely out of cub-hood, raped by a dragon and fell pregnant with me. At least that's what she had told everyone else.

The truth is that she fell in love with the dragon that sired me and to prevent both their deaths and my own, my mother claimed that he had raped her. My mother took great care to make sure I was born out of love not a moment of violent rape like everyone believes and makes sure that I know that she loves me every day of my miserable life.

The only reason I wasn't killed when I was born was because my grandfather was the leader of the tribe and my mother begged him to spare my life, lest she take her own. Should I be grateful that my mother was willing to sacrifice her life to save mine? Some days I wish she hadn't. Growing up I didn't have any friends and the adults scorned me and drove me away with stones or sticks, should I stray too near their children, homes or shops. I was an outcast, and I would always be.

The love my mother showed to me was the one beacon of light in my life. No matter how bad a day I'd have I couldn't help but smile and be happy when she looked at me. She was the one fur in this world that loved me regardless of my heritage... to everyone else, I was the filthy half breed that could never be accepted. That made it so much more painful when, at me being only eight, my mother died. No longer would her smiling face be there to greet me after a long day of abuse, no longer would I have that pillar of unconditional love and support that every other child in the village had. I hadn't even been allowed to go to her funeral. I think that was the hardest part of it all, not being allowed to say goodbye to my own mother. At the time, I could never understand it, I understand it now.

Left alone and with no one to care for me I nearly starved. I spent the best part of the next three months in the hut that we had lived in, leaving only to scavenge some food, relieve myself and occasionally bathe. No one cared about me. No would care if I died. But lying there in that hut for all that time I made a vow to never give in to the abuse; I would not curl up and die like some pathetic half breed that my tribe claimed I was... I would deny them that! I would deny them the pleasure of that... I would live, I would be strong! I would not be afraid!

That was eight winters ago. I'm sixteen now, and as far as tribal law goes I'm still a member... in the eyes of my tribe though, I was still nothing but scum. No matter how hard I worked, how hard I trained, I would never be regarded as anything more than scum.

For years I would spy on the others my age being trained how to fight, how to hunt, how to survive. In secret I would practise what I had watched them do and I learned well enough to survive.

Most furs my age were either already married or about to be married and start their own families, this was not the case for me. Any female who would have had a heart big enough to forego the social stigma to actually bare feelings for me in public would be treated as I had, and I wouldn't wish that existence upon anyone... not even those that had condemned me to that same said existence.

In the sixteen winters since I was born, I had grown tall and strong. I stood head and shoulders above most of the wolves of my tribe and my body was well toned due to my harsh life. My body was covered mostly in scales, they were tougher than the others pelts, offering me more protection. My scales however did not help to conserve heat like the pelts on my fellow tribesmen meaning winters were particularly harsh for me.

It was harvest time, the middle of the summer, and most of the tribe were busy taking in the crops that they had grown. I had grown a small amount of crops within a nearby forest, Out of the sight of spiteful tribe's people, who might want to destroy them for kicks. I didn't grow much, but since I was also not sharing my crops with anyone, I didn't need to grow a lot.

Today, I walked the two miles across the plains to the small growth of trees that hid my crops. It was days like these that I was glad I didn't have a pelt. Like all the other Tribes people I wore a simple loin cloth to maintain my modesty but that was about all it did. I also had a spear, which was slung across my back and held in place by the leather strap. Hugging my left thigh was a simple knife.

Across the plains I could see the various herds of feral animals moving, slumbering or sleeping under the shade of trees, trying to avoid the heat of the midday sun. I made good time in reaching my destination and quickly got to work harvesting my crop. It took all afternoon, but I managed to get the job done before the sun fully set. Before leaving, I rechecked the ropes I had tied round my four bundles of harvest. . I slung two over my shoulders and hefted the other two so that they were balancing on my shoulders. They weren't light, but after years of pulling the carcasses of the animals I had hunted home, it wasn't too much of a problem.

When I made it to the entrance of the village, the sun had sunk below the horizon just mere minutes before. This was to my advantage really, because I didn't risk running into any of the tribes people who, at this point, were all in their homes eating their meals with their families. My hut was just on the outskirts of the village and I wouldn't run into anyone if I walked around the edges. I was tired though, and my arms were beginning to ache from carrying my load so I decided to cut through the village to save time.

As I quickly walked through the village, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched. When I'd stop and looked around though, I'd see nothing, so I chalked it up to be my paranoia. When I entered my hut, I dumped the bundles of my crop down just inside the door, rested my spear against the wall, and pulled the draw curtains back in place. It was dark inside as the light of the moon didn't reach inside, and my eyes had not quite adjusted fully when I saw a rush of movement in front of me. I attempted to react but didn't have the time as I felt something ram into me and knock me off my feet and out the entrance of my hut. I slammed into the ground and rolled quickly into a crouching position and went to grab my knife. It was missing.

"Looking for this?" Came a smug voice from inside my hut as the curtain was pushed aside to reveal a wolf I recognised. He was holding my knife in his paw, holding it up for me to see. I heard footsteps behind me and turned quickly to see three other wolfs appear from the inky depths of night, and surround me, bristling with spears. By the look in their eyes, I knew they wouldn't hesitate to kill me if I did anything brash... hell, they'd probably not even be punished for my death but instead be held as heroes of the village for finally ridding them of my existence. I turned back to the wolf that held my knife and snarled at him.

"What is the meaning of this Kaleb?!" I growled.

"This? Oh we thought we'd pay you a visit, my friend." He replied with a smirk. Kaleb was the son of the Villages greatest warrior and due to that, considered that he could do anything he wanted with no consequence. It didn't help either that out of all the other tribesmen his age he was easily the best warrior out of them. He was taller than the other wolves as well; but I still stood a few inches taller but he had a lot more muscle on his frame.

"We're not friends!" I growled back trying not to let myself show any fear to my attackers.

"That hurts Malakye!" Kaleb said in a mock tone. "After all I've done for you."

"All you've ever done is beat me when you felt like it." I snarled. "I thought after you got married last year you would leave me alone and just beat on your wife, since she won't put up a fight!" This gets him.

"Watch your tongue," He growls menacingly, "unless you want me to cut it from your maw with your own knife!" Judging by his tone, he was fully ready to do it too. I didn't say any more and instead just glared at him silently. "Good, that's better. Now for why I'm here Malakye. I am going to remove you from this village and get myself in good with the Elders and the rest of the village."

"WHAT!?!"

"Don't get me wrong Malakye, I don't hate you, but the truth is no one cares for you here and I'm going to use you to become a village hero and take the first step to remove myself from my fathers shadow."

Kaleb's father was a world renown warrior, a K'tan. To be a K'tan was a great honour. What it entailed exactly I didn't know, my education was some what lacking but I had heard it referred to as to be chosen by the gods.

"You're naive!" I spat. "You think that my death will catapult you fame?"

"No, Malakye. You are merely the first step to me achieving the greatness I'm to have!" Kaleb smirked before nodding to the wolves behind me.

As soon as I heard the grunt, I knew what was coming. Quickly, I spun around and grabbed the end of the approaching spear, shoving it aside with one paw and with a roar I swung my other paw as hard as I could into the muzzle of the wolf holding it. He yelped in pain as my paw connected and I felt something snap under the force, hopefully his jaw, and he collapsed to the ground.

The other two were on me in a heartbeat and I singled out one of my assailants. I jumped to the side to avoid a spear tip. Before he could recover I crouched low and spun my body, swiping my assailant's feet out from underneath him with my tail. With a painful thud, the wolf fell onto his back; the air driven from his lungs by his awkward fall.

The third wolf attacked and I had barely managed to dodge his spear. The blade cut across my right shoulder but I did not let this deter me. Before the pain could even register I tackled the wolf to the ground were we scuffled for a few moments. I roared in pain as I felt his claws dig into my flesh and scratch across my face and right eye. I felt the blood trickle down my face knowing that it would probably leave a scar.

Finally I got the upper hand thanks to my strength. I straddled his stomach and begin to land blow after blow to his face. He managed to block most of them with his arms but not all of them. It was after I had thrown my fifth punch that something struck the back of my head and I collapsed to the ground. I desperately tried to get up but was struck in the head again.

"Get him up!" I heard someone yell, it took me a moment to recognise the voice in my dazed state, it was Kaleb's. Rough paws grabbed me, and I was dragged into my hut and tied at my arms to the wall. As I lay semi-conscious on the ground, a slap to my face roused me somewhat from my dazed state enough to make out the face of Kaleb above me.

"You're more hassle than your existence is worth you know that!" It wasn't a question. "Now I've sent the lads away, their standing guard to make sure no one comes near this place while I finish this up." I felt him tug at my loin cloth, ripping away the piece of cloth.

"What..." I tried to talk but it was too difficult, I could formulate any thoughts I was so disorientated.

"I know you're still a virgin Malakye!" Kaleb said with cruel smile. "No one would be seen dead with you let alone make love to you, so I'm going to take your virginity as a trophy!" I heard his words but couldn't make them out, that was, until he began to force his way into me. The searing pain snapped me out of the daze I'd been in and I roared in pain, thrashing against my bindings. My resistance made the excruciating experience intensify, and I could only cringe and clench my jaw as he continued to press his length in to my tail-hole. Finally I succumbed. The burning pain was too much, I let out a pathetic whimper and tears blurred my vision.

"Yes! That's right Malakye! Feel the pain! Doesn't it make you feel alive?" Kaleb taunted as he hilted himself inside me.

He wasted no time in abusing my body for his own pleasure. I bit my lip and stifled the whimpers of pain that threatened to spill out of my maw; I would not give him the satisfaction of my suffering. It didn't stop his movement inside of me though. He was big and with no preparation of lubrication I knew that my tail-hole would not be in good condition, even if I somehow managed to escape the death that Kaleb had planned for me. I could feel his length forcing its way though my gut, forcing it to stretch to accommadate him. I tried to focus on anything else, the numbness in my arms from the tight restraints around my wrists; the pain as the rope chaffed at my scales. His musk assaulted my nose, it was so pungent that I could not smell anything else. Even when I held my breath I could still feel it clogging my nose, burning my nostrils.

His rutting into me lasted only mere minutes but the pain and shame of the whole event made it drag on, and seem like hours. I felt his knot enter me, forcing my tail-hole wider. I felt his seed spill into me it's burning heat, soiling me, tainting my very soul. He pulled out with a slurp and a satisfied sigh. Grabbing the few tufts of fur on my head, he made me look him in the eyes, I could feel his breath on my face and I couldn't have felt more disgusted if I tried. All I wanted to do was knock that smug smile off his face but since I was bound, I settled for spitting in his face.

"Fuck you Kaleb!" I growled.

"No, fuck you." Kaleb said calmly thrust my dagger into my side and left it there. The pain where the knife had penetrated my scales was nothing compared to that of the burning pain in my tail hole, but the relentless stabbing pain from the wound was still too much to be ignored. I heard him leave the tent and enter again shortly after. I looked up at Kaleb once again, he was setting fire to my hut, setting alight anything that would catch fire with a torch. Before leaving he turned back to smile at me and then without a word, left me to my charred fate.

Already I could feel the intense heat building. My scales offered some protection, but it wasn't going to be enough to ensure my survival . The little fur that I had was already becoming singed with the heat. I pulled relentlessly on the rope that bound my hands to the wall, trying in vain to free myself. I couldn't. My body, exhausted and battered from the abuse just couldn't take it. With a defeated sigh, I fell limply to the floor coughing as the smoke began to fill my lungs. The reality of the situation sank in, this was really it... I was going to... die.

NO! I would not lie down and die like they wanted. I promised myself all those years ago that I would never submit to the abuse, never give up... today was no exception.

I WOULD NOT BE AFRAID!

With a roar I pulled once more on my bindings, putting every ounce of remaining strength I had into it, and received as satisfactory crack as the wood I was tied to began to fall apart. Reinvigorated I climbed onto my knees and pulled with everything I had till the wood finally gave way under the strain. I pulled off the ropes and began to run through the putrid black smoke to the door of the hut, stopping only for a second to grab something off the table next to where I had been bound.

I ran, I ran out of the hut, out of the village and didn't stop till fatigue took over me, with a grunt I doubled over and collapsed to the ground on my knees. I panted heavily trying to stop the burning in my lungs. I looked down and saw my dagger still protruding from my side. Tentatively I gripped it and with a deep breath and yanked it out of myself, letting out a howl of pain before collapsing onto the cool grass. I rolled onto my back and looked into the direction from where I had come from. Way off in the distance I could see a pillar of smoke and embers rising into the night sky. I couldn't go back there now. Now that they had tried to take such extreme measures against me, it was inevitable that more would try and sooner or later one of those attempts would succeed. Everything I had once known was now gone, everything that held the memories of my mother was gone, all except...looking down into my paw I saw the charm that had once belonged to my mother, the thing I had grabbed as I escaped my burning hut. It had been a gift from my father to her after they had agreed their forbidden relationship. It was all I had left of her and I would protect it with my life. I would not lose the last reminder of the one person in this world who actually cared about me for who I was not what I was... a monster, a freak of nature. I clenched my paw around the charm and pulled myself back to my feet, ignoring the protests of fatigue and pain that my body gave. I began to walk away in a random direction; any direction that took me away from that horrible village was a good one. I would find my place in this world or die trying!