Jaerlynne looks at the vampire and feeling a little less tense speaks to her.<br/><br/>"Your brother usually gets me some type of meat to eat. Come closer to me if you are lonely master, I live to serve as I always have done for these many years and you can call be Jaerl," he says wagging his tail.<br/>His soft snow-white fur bristles as his hightened senses catch a sound. Then he yawns again and starts scratching his back.<br/><br/>"What's your name, if I might ask. If that is going to far please let me know," Jaerlynne says to the vampire girl.<br/><br/>His chains rattle as moves inside his cage. The collar around his neck glistens and his name tag swings into the light so that the vampire can see his name, Jaerl inscribed upon it. His eyes gaze out the window as he tries to imagine the feeling of running again, of being free to do what he wanted. This however is impossible due to the shackles that bind him to cage that he lives in. He doesn't blame the other vampires for fearing him. To them he was just a savage beast that needed to be tamed and restrained. All these things did not bother in at all, but what did bother him was the inability to feel the sun and the wind on his face as he had done before. He longed so much for that, even though he knew he would never get it. He was a prisoner and a slave, that was all to it. There was no escaping that fact. If he ever did need reminding the chains rattled about him and the barred walls were all he needed. His silvery blue eyes look into the vampire's as he intently waits for her to respond. His tail wags happily as he sees a smile appear on her once sullen face.