Jasper has very deep dark red scales and wings, a thick head, and tail. He has scars all over him from the war. He has one going across his neck and another across his snout. He is pacing back and fourth, planning silently, thinking intently about future preparations in the Hospital where the old fighting arena was, party for the defeat of Scarlet, Ruby’s mother, who had kidnapped and used Cliff as a way to get to Queen Ruby and the additional stress of being a father of his own, without Ruby telling him that Cliff is his son and hasn’t even told Cliff he is his father. He lets out of snort of smoke Jasper: … So many things… should I forgive her, or should I be furious that she hasn’t even told him I’m his father… what should I do… how should I feel… what is this feeling even? Hate? Disappointed? Calmness? Sad? I don’t know anymore He clenches his talons and takes a deep breath