<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Kira</span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> the <span style="color: #BF0000">Blood </span>Dragon</span><br/><br/>Relief coursed through Kira as a small tear streaked her dirt smudge face as the comfort of company filled her. Just knowing she was no longer alone which gave her a small bit of hope as she peered into the bars. "I will be fine in time" she said weakly her breaths coming in small increments as she smiled weakly at the other prisoner. "My name is Kira, what is yours friend?" she asked gently as her small fingers gently rested against the cold bar. Crickets could be heard in the distant as her gaze ventured upward awaiting for the morning sun to erase the chill that clung to her skin. Kira rolled onto her stomach so that her tender legs did not become infected by the unclean grounds her head rested gently on her arm.