Lucian hardly perked up at the ongoing conversation two or three cages away by his side. Lucian was buried in his shadows and his loneliness at that time, growing intense as every second passed by and as the conversation extended far longer than he had expected. All of his kind usually spoke for more than a few minutes only if and when their vampire masters need for protection.

Lucian retreated to the back of the cage, his head was covered by his roughly chained hands partly as the footsteps of the figure was echoed. Lucian hoped that the vampire go away because his instincts told him interacting a vampire would not result in a possibly good outcome and surely of course, whipping of many countless hours in the back had helped him remind a good lesson from days back so as not to give them a stare at the vampires in the eye. With his ear though uninstinctively he tracked the footsteps as it pressed on, lifted off the contact on the ground.

Lucian blenched at the sound and stayed still however, he had to accept that it was not like any another he had heard in a while. Gradually, he lifted his head to obey the given command. His blue eyes scanned over the figure who dared to approach at his cage, blinked twice as fast as if he was being photographed. Lucian with the shackles quarrelling along the floor as he stepped into view of the vampire.