All around the base of his cage were drains that caught the vast amount of his golden blood as it dripped from the sides. His back bled profusely filling every bit of the small confinement with his purity. From the floor to the top the cage was generous to provide him just enough room to stand, but no room enough to spread out his wings. The name Ra was painted in gold, said to be his blood from his first show and depicted all the values of the memorabilia people could purchase to remember this occasion.<br/><br/>Slowly the numbness he had come to understand was the state of unconsciousness gave way to his incredible pain. His sapphire eyes cracked open slightly and looked out to everything around him. His vision fogged from loss of blood and he slowly forced himself to sit up listening to the show still going on. Under his breath her muttered softly, "at least, they give me time to heal." His hand trembled as he reached back and placed it on the wound hissing out loudly closing his eyes tight and sighed as he brought the hand away and looked to it frowning softly. With all his strength he moved allowing himself to lean back against the bars nearly yelling out as one hit his wound. His eyes were misty but never shed a single tear. Slowly he began a faint murmur of a chant to provoke his healing, but as he figured would occure, his magic ability was very low thanks to lack of food and basic needs. The wound shimmered like starts and he started to chant louder groaning every so often as a new wing's bones began to form into exsitance.<br/><br/><br/>After only a few moments of his spell he heard footteps and frowned feeling that he didnt have nearly as much time as he usually did. His eyes opened and looked aside as a woman walked up toward him. Sighing faintly he looked to her and smiled a kindly as he could. Since he had never finished the spell the progress he had ganed in healing disappeared and his blood once more rolled from the wound showering his back. His hand reached back holding the wound applying preasure as he listened to her silently. She was kind and sweet by the tone of her voice. As he looked to her his eyes shifted from blue to a silver reflect like appearance. His natural purpose kicked in and he began to look into her eyes carefully. Feeling this he looked away from her just in time to reply to her question, " I would love nothing more then to be released.. the humans here are vile and cruel.. though I cannot leave ... a friend I have made here..." he frowned softly having a major soft spot for a baby wolf cub they took from her mother the ring leader had killed at some point or another.