Oriell Kathune made low growling sounds from her lips, upper lip tugging up every now and again in annoyance. Her black eyes peered into the darkness of the cargo bay, standing still and stoic. She’d normally be quiet and taking in the others around her, but she was too busy scolding herself for getting captured like a common hazerblatt (a kind of slug on her planet). 
Everytime someone near her stumbled, she would cough lowly and glare, annoyed that they couldn’t keep still. Pacing and worrying would do nothing. Wasting energy was stupid. They should just accept their fate and get it over with, while she planned an escape for herself in the meantime.
Her mind was filled with these thoughts as the door opened. Her eyes narrowed to the light, hissing in protest until they adjusted. She could sense beings behind them and whipped around as the door behind them opened, Humani with weapons threatening them to move them forward. 
Oriell tugged at the shackles on her wrists and feet, a weighted chain hook at where her feathery wings met her back to keep her from flying, or at least flying swiftly. She didn’t struggle for more than a second before she realized the energy it would waste to fight while restrained, and she gave in. Her stance still showed defiance and pride though, as she walked forward, refusing to be hassled about it, head high. 
[b]Oriell the Illume, you are now a part of the Lepus Ludus, please go right at the end of the tunnel and enjoy your stay at Venationes.[/b]
Oriell was more and more irritated by the second by the loud crowd. She needed silence! [b] “By the kings of Illume my honor shall be restored with my victory and your destruction!” [/b] she yelled to the crowd in anger. The jeers drowned her out though, her cheeks red hot with anger.
She turned right and continued, heart racing after yelling, and reached the dead end. Hesitating with a curious eyebrow raised, the floor fell out below her. Her natural instinct was to fly and she did fall slower than most would, but the weights were too heavy and she landed softly but quickly in a circular room. 
Glancing around her now, Oriell saw various alien races on platforms, weapons in their hands and more weapons on a rack in the center of the room. The robot voice came on again to tell her to select a weapon and stand on a pedestal, for these were her teammates who she would be raised to the surface with. Scoffing at the idea that she needed help to win whatever kind of sick contest this was, she stomped forward and grabbed all the sheaths of arrows she could find, hanging them off her back and hips and strapping one to each leg. She grabbed the long bow that went with them and walked to her pedestal and stepped on, head never lowering. Her eyes would look down, but her chin was always straight out. Now, as she was on the platform, she stood as if the shackles weren’t there, her eyes taking in those around her and what might be about to happen.