[i]Kain [/i]

Kain laid on the floor in the middle of his cell, panting softly as wounds both old and new consumed him with pain. He was in his Lycan form, using it's strength to it's full potential in order to break. Over the year of being tortured almost every other day his blood seemed to become the color of his fur. His spirit, though seemed strong, and fueled by rage. [I] I'm still breathing? Of course I am. They want my pain not my dead body.. For now.[/i] The Lycan rolled onto his back after looking down his sliced up chest, remembering how found of knives the last one to deal with him was. [i]G-get up.[\i] A low, quiet growl came from him as he followed his command, managing to get as far as just sitting up. There wasn't much else to do that he hadn't done over the past 366 days other then go into deep thought to try and get the thought of pain out of his mind.