Dust To Dust (Open!!)

Alene's eyes flickered open just as the wolf creature passed through the gates. Her head ached and her arm… the burning came back to her with the force of a bonfire. She squeezed her eyes shut and took slow, shuddering breaths until the pain was bearable. She opened her eyes again to see a pair of dead orange eyes staring back at her. A scream nearly jumped out of her throat and her heart raced. Quiet. she said to herself. This isn't the first fey you've killed. It is going to be okay. Her breathing started to even, and from her position on the ground, she glanced around the large circular expanse of sand.
There were four men, dressed like the guards inside the prisoner quarters. Of course. she thought, The bodies.
Three broke off to take care of the big bone-blade creature. They each took a part and dragged it away towards a black door that she had previously not noticed. An incinerator maybe. She shuddered as she thought of the flames consuming her. Licking hungrily at her body until it was nothing but a pile of ash and blackened bones as the fire stole her flesh and her fat sizzled away. The thought made her sick.
One of the four broke away from the others and came in her direction. As his boots came closer she panicked. Without thinking, she closed her eyes and lay as still as the dead fairy beside her.
A shadow leaned over her. There was a pause, then she felt a small, cold, round piece of metal being place between her collar bones. She could feel her heartbeat pounding on the metal.
There was a shock and her body spasmed. Her eyes flew open and a man with cold gray eyes was staring into them. "Get up." he said unsympathetically, "The arena isn't done with you yet." He grabbed her under her shoulder -the uninjured arm thankfully- and raised her up roughly.
"Move. Back to where you came from."
She nodded and she took small steps away from the man. He lifted the body of the fire creature, it's limbs flopping feebly as he hoisted it over his back. She trudged back to the cell, the safety of its walls an impossible distance away. The bright sunlight pushed on her heavily, the heat on her arm making it burn fiercer than ever. The ravaged flesh shone back red and raw, the protective layers of skin completely removed.
She let out a breath in relief as she came into the cool room. The dark walls and shadows protecting her from the savage heat outside.
She used her teeth to rip into the shoulder of her good sleeve. She used her sore arm to tear it the rest of the way, and managed to tie it around her injury. The chances of infection were high. Her piece of cloth wouldn't do much to protect her. She turned to a guard that seemed to be a leader of sorts.
"Please," she asked, holding out her arm, "is there a way I can get this treated?"
He turned to her and she shuddered. The arena isn't done with you yet.

(Haiyo.)

(Well can you do some interaction with Alene, as the guard? I'll see what I can do with that.)

(Yo Bandito? We gonna keep this going? Or would you rather shut it off?)

( @Bandito ?)

All right peeps! This was the best Rp I have ever seen. Time for a revival. Quick comment if you are in. Please be all in.