[h3]Jackal "Ventmaw" Westari[/h3] 




	In the far back of the hallway of cell blocks, Jackal was confined in a small cell. Even in confinement he was restricted by metal devices. Multiple chains locked his wings and barbed tail against his back, two sets of large steel handcuffs restraining both the hands on his arms and wings, A headpiece that restricts vision and head movement, and an iron ball that burdened him down with heavy weight. He was sitting along the wall, leaning against it and looked up to the sound of footsteps. Three guards, two of which had shock batons and the third had brought a high-powered rifle, appeared in his obscured vision just beyond the bars of the cell. "They want this thing? what is it being brought to a circus?" asked one of the guards as they began to open the cell. "Wait we have to escort [b][u]it[/u][/b]?" Asked the other guard to the one wielding the gun. "Yes." Responded the armed officer, "Don't screw up." 

	The third guard protested "I aint getting near that...thing!" Jackal was a prisoner of good behavior since his confinement, never once has he resisted, or provided violence, yet his size and beastly appearance worked against him. To most of the guards, Jackal was a like a tamed crocodile. A beast that is seemingly peaceful but remains unpredictable and could easily kill its master. Jackal had gotten used to this treatment, he didn't complain or say anything to the guards. "Like before, 1607, Get up, no sudden movements." He said as the two other guards opened the cell. As jackal Exited, he could finally fully stand being free from the cell that couldn't support anything under 8 feet in height. It wasn't surprising to see one of the guards shiver in fear at the sight of the beast in its full height. "Get moving." The armed officer stayed behind Jackal with his gun at the ready, while the other two guards lead Jackal to the main event. Despite having an Iron weight strapped to his left leg, Jackal could still walk relatively fine.

Due to his obscure vision, He didn't see the door, and so Jackal's skull would bang the metal surface. The door could barely fit him from above the upper chest, so he had to crouch to get through. He was lead to a seat among the other prisoners. And once seated they would remove some of his restrictions.

 They first removed the chains, slowly, unwinding his wings and tail. Once they were free, they removed the iron weight from his leg, which the two guards had some trouble due to the weight of the metal. And lastly, the headpiece, revealing his saurian head that was crowned in horns and bore crocodilian eyes that beamed of yellow. It didn't take a genius to figure that these other strangers he was seating with were also prisoners, however the rather well dressed stranger was a mystery to Jackal, since he had little to do with formal meetings and politics, but he knew this wasn't an execution.

	The reptilian Monstrosity flexed his tail and wings to suffice for the freedom they now had. He was still kept in cuffs for 'safety' precautions, but this freedom of mobility was enough to satisfy him. His blue scales of keeled and plated formation looked like iron to the untrained eye, and even sitting down he dwarfed the others present in the room. It took him a moment to realize he must have been late, for reasons he couldn't control, yet he apologized with a simple bow to the head at the well dressed man who he assumed was the one who organized this. Strange politeness for a monster one would think. He kept silent and listened further to both the man he bowed to and his fellow prisoners.