"Argh...." Wrath suddenly coughed up blood, a hand was torn deep into his now gaping stomach. It was a hand of a human, he could smell it even badly wounded like this, he felt enraged about the fact that he was wounded to such lengths. A mere pile of flesh, Wraths silvery hair sways every so slightly as he raised his head, he saw the long black hair of a female human, however something was different the scent had changed it wasnt a vampire either. Not the smell of death or famine, no he knew this scent very well "Madness...."The female slowly looked up, her eyes and nose were gone. But her mouth was there how could Wrath take his eyes away? The parted teeth that jittered and quirked in that humans mouth, unnatural and horrifying even for a flesh bag like herself. Suddenly the female ripped into his chest and pulled her head away into a 360 degree circle, her neck crunched and her mouth full of flesh. Agony came to Wrath like reality when he suddenly woke from his bloodthirsty nightmare.<br/><br/>"What in the..." He placed a pale cold hand against his head, two fingers seperated from his eye sight, showing not fear, but instead the lust for blood. "<span style="color: #40FFFF">Whats wrong? Still needing something to chew on?"</span>A graggled and cruel voice echoed in his head "Just shut up..." Wraths voice sounded tired from that wreched giggle that followed from his reply<span style="color: #80FFFF">"You need to be looked after, want me to take over for a while?"</span>This time Wrath stopped, turning his gaze to the area of his cell. Claw marks on the walls and deep puncture wounds in the floor, even a little blood spray on the strong bars, but not his own. Was it someone elses?<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FFFF">"Hey I'm talking to you! Dont ignore me!"</span>Shaking his head he tried to drown out his other self, releasing a sigh and trying to focus his full attention on sanity. He could hear a convosation in the background but it was muffled, how long has it been since he went outside? It must have been ages considering he couldnt remember. Infact he couldnt remember a thing apart from waking up in the same cell, it was madening.<br/><br/>"There's got to be a way...." He pulled his legs to his chin, his body leaning against a wall sitting beside the front of the cell, staring out towards the narrow coridoor pathway. He could only see anouther stone wall, his aura began to build as the fustration began to take over him. However he knew better than to unleash against his captors, he knew he could take them and possibly escape the prison, but the last thing he wanted or needed was to be hounded into traveling across the surface of what was out there, the only reason he knew was because of the moans and stories of the surface world. After all what else could you think about after losing your memory?