Roth sulked in the corner of his cell, the long claws at the end of his fingers scratching deep grooves in the wall. He worked his claws along the hard stone continually, creating a dark image of a suffering soul, the reflection of what he felt in his heart. The creature carved into the wall looked much like Roth, with long silver hair running from the mane around his neck down his back to the tail at the base of his spine. With long limbs and taunt muscle running through his tortured body, the image was a sight of horror. Roth had drawn it as an incarnation of the pity, and sorrow that he felt within him. Trained in a highly respected martia