Wraith laughed bitterly. "I don't think you'd be able to do that. Besides, you're already being watched."

Straith quickly gulps, and flies around the hallway, looking for cameras, microphones, etc.

Ricky

She curled her tail up by that statement, going back into her dead silent mood.

Once more, Wraith let out a soft, almost equally bitter chortle, then glanced toward the cell across from him. It, too, like his, was thoroughly covered in old, dry splotches of blood. "Locke, you can show yourself."

A soft, almost malicious-sounding chitter of a laugh echoed from the other cell, and out from the darkest pert of the shadows, a rather strange thing stepped. One could tell why he was so easy to miss-dead still, he was the same colour of the walls, and he was quiet enough to avoid being detected that way. The shadows made it hard for anyone to see. He looked mostly human, excepting his gray skin, birdlike talons instead of feet (also gray), and the rather dangerous-looking rows of sharp teeth. His eyes were golden and that of a cat's, and they would turn to slits and dialate occasionally. On his head were two twisting horns, and behind him swung a long, thin tail, barbed at the end. Between his fingers, he twirled a golden coin, and occasionally tapped said coin with his clawed fingertips. A mischievous smiled spears across his lips, and tribal red marks lead stripes all down his body. He raised his eyebrows toward the two young experiments, grinning as he brushed away black hair that would cover one side of his face. Like Wraith, scars were no stranger to his body. He was covered in them, the most notable being the scar across his left eye- the one that matched Wraith's.
"Well, well, well! I thought you'd never ask, you know."

strait blinked.

Ricky

Who are you? she asked, breaking her silence and her ears lowered.

The creature grinned a little more. "Who am I? That's a good question. Hmm.... Let me ponder. Ah! Yes!" He cackled uncontrollably for a moment. "I'm a human's worst nightmare. They call me Locke, Project 66b, of Section 6, also known as the Devil's Spawn." He tapped the bars of the cage. "And you, little Beastie? You certainly seem curious enough to answer."

Ricky

She transformed back into her winged wolf again, slightly opening her wings.My name is Ricky or as they call me in this place, 626. She wasnt phased at the fact that Locke was called a devils spawn, it was actually accurate to what she was thinking when she first saw him.

strait narrowed her eyes. "I'm 702." She was still suspicious.

Ricky

She knew that being wary was top priority, for both her and Straith.Her ears were kept down and her tail curled to her left leg, staying still like a statue until she got a reaction from Locke.