<sub>Arlene yawned as she landed lazily on a near by ruin to where Darius stood, his silver hair gleaming in the sunlight. Unlike Darius, or a fair number of the Seraphs, she did not have silver hair. Instead, her hair was a vibrant, fiery orange that flew behind her in the subtle wind like flames. Looking around for a moment or two, she realized that none of her fellow Seraphs had arrived for the Lizard hunt yet which made her crouch lazily on her piece of ruin, awaiting the late arrivals.

At that moment, Arlene wore a pair of loose fitting draw string pants that hung on her hips in a low fashion. They were a khaki in color. With that, she wore an olive green tie around long sleeved shirt that came right above her belly button with sleeves that were bell, and loose around the shoulders, showing the straps of her tank top beneath. She didn't carry much when it came to weaponry except for the knife sheath that was strapped around her thigh which held a dagger.

Yawning once again, she shifted her eyes over to Darius and shrugged. "I'm not going to be the only one here, am I? This better not have been some lame attempt at alone time with me, Lord," she said, as she stretched up with another lazy yawn. Waking up from her nap was the last thing Arlene had wanted to do to come and partake in this however the thought of Lizard meat sounded good at that moment and is what kept her there.</sub>