[bamthedoc]

*Gabriel sits on a bench in his cell. At the moment, he has a bag over his head to make it impossible for him to escape. The shackles that bind him are able to hold in in any Morph, so he's long given up on unbinding himself. His shame prevents him from attempting to see if the burlap-like sack could be removed through a larger Morph, such as a Fire Giant or Dragon. He can hear what sounds like a battle, but he ignores it. Whatever might pass by his dark, dank cell (to which he has no idea where it is)...he knows he won't have any help. Gabriel is a traitor to his captors, who lied to him, and he brought pain to the subject he...altered.*

*Gabriel faces forward. He cannot see; therefore, he cannot Shift. He's dulling his own senses due to the traps in his cell. He hardly even moves. His wings flap, fruitlessly, as if trying to get out of the shackles that bind them. Afterall, it's the most uncomfortable of his conditions. His arms rest between his thighs, unmoving. Under the sack, his eyes are closed and breathing slowed. It's almost like he's asleep or attempting to lull off.*