((Anyone is fine, thanks!)
Henry
The young boy sat on cold floor in the corner of his cage with his big tail hanging lazily over his legs. He was staring at the flame the ignited the tip, a frown on his face as a single fang from his mouth hung over his bottom lip. He ran a swift hand through his hair, skillfully avoiding his horns. A low growl escaped him. He was bored and wanted nothing more than to get out of this vile place.
