Ira hissed at the Reaper, but it wouldn't be noticed. She held her breath, trying to keep herself from lashing out. Ira glanced ar Marri, worry in her gaze.

Theyre dragged to cages with walls instead of bars, along with almost half of the prisoners.

Ira growled when she was left to her lonesome. She began to pace again, streaching her quills. After two minuts of pacing she flopped onto her stomach in the corner of her cell, ears flattened against her head, eyes squeezed shut.

Even in the cell, she can faintly hear the excited crowd for the coliseum.

Ira covered her ears, lip curling. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. Ira begand to stand, stalking to the front of her cell. Acting as if she was to stand gaurd. "God, I'm sorry.", She whispered, head low.

The crowd gets louder.

She just about ripped off her ears due to the noise. The itch in the back of her head got worse and she bit back a snarl.

It gets louder still.

Ira began slamming her head against the door. The Itch in the back of hr head becoming a snarling voice. "Kill, kill, kill, kill.", It hissed. She began to whine, scratching at her ears, getting it to quiet down for a few moments.

Suddenly, the cage opens, the sudden light practically blinding her. The crowds voice doubles as shes shoved out into the coliseum.