Vic hurried toward the arena to meet the others. She mentally slapped herself for missing breakfast, the last thing she needed was for everyone to think she was lazy or something. Plus she had missed food, possibly even meat, her stomach grumbled at the thought of a good steak. She'd make sure to make a good first impression at the arena, assure her peers knew she was no slouch. Vic's mind started to wander to her current apparel as she moved. It wasn't much, but range was never a bad color on her, she could cut off the sleeves to show off her muscular arms, maybe tear it to at expand the collar, show a bit of cleavage. She smiled, if anyone could rock the orange jumpsuit, it'd me her, especially now she had gained cool wolf-ish features.
Vic finally pasted though the area doors, to be immediately greeted by the sight of a very scarred, very naked young man. She couldn't stop herself from staring for a moment before she regained her thoughts. So a guy was without cloths, he'd probably just lost them transforming. That didn't explain the scars, but they where all criminals it was to be expected some of them had been seriously roughed up in the past (even many of his scars looked like they could only come from torture). She should introduce herself. "I missed breakfast," she paused, still taken back at the sight before her "You can call me Artemis."
Vic finally pasted though the area doors, to be immediately greeted by the sight of a very scarred, very naked young man. She couldn't stop herself from staring for a moment before she regained her thoughts. So a guy was without cloths, he'd probably just lost them transforming. That didn't explain the scars, but they where all criminals it was to be expected some of them had been seriously roughed up in the past (even many of his scars looked like they could only come from torture). She should introduce herself. "I missed breakfast," she paused, still taken back at the sight before her "You can call me Artemis."