Jaerlynne yawns and wraps his tail around hmself.<br/>He then looks out the window up the ball of fire which is the sun. How he longed to see his kind again, to run and hunt alongside them. He knew however that this may never be for the chains that bound him remind him of who and what he is now. He is a slave and a prisoner of the arch-enemy of his kind the vampires. A light of hope remains nonetheless, for his friends and brothers in arms know of his sacrifice and are searching for him. With a final yawn, Jaerlynne closes his eyes and falls asleep.