Magma’s Dragon Birth-Caldera

This isn't right. It isn't right. This is no place to give birth to my young. The pain from them coming causes me to roar. I inhale air as I try to breathe through the pain. My talons slip out and I claw the surface of the bed hating the chemical stench of the sheets. My young cannot be born here. They will not be safe. If I have them here I will not be able to protect them.

I want to sag in relief as the pain subsides. Looking around the room I can see my mate as he stands there. I want him to help me but know that I cant. This is something that I have to do on my own. A whimper leaves my lips at the thought, but I have no choice. Making my gaze leave his I look to the nearest exit to find it blocked. Searching the room the window is clear. Rushing to it I use my claws to break the glass. Many shouts spring up behind me but I pay them no mind. I do not have much time. I feel as hand grab my arm and the tingles that spread let me know that it is my mate. Knowing that he is trying to s