<strong>Aribeth<br/>Location: Gate to Western Trek<br/>Time: Morning, Day 2<br/>Tagged: Giselle, Nina, Zamala, Lionel, Zitka, France, others (?)</strong><br/><br/>Aribeth had been told where to go.  She really had been.  However, the demon had been distracted by a shapely calf, she thought may've belonged to an elf.  Then there were the men in the practice yard, all of which had been shirtless and sweaty.  That had caused her to forget what she was doing and where she was going all together.  Eventually she found her way to Giselle's class, just in time for it to end.  Seeing the condition a lot of the people who had participated were currently in, Aribeth instantly was all too pleased that she'd been too late.  She only liked to exhaust herself like that if there was a great deal of pleasure involved.<br/><br/>The demon licked her lips without thinking as she studied the individuals who fell in behind the great, big, strong, well-muscled, lion of a man.  A delicate smile played at her lips as she felt the lust seep from him when he looked at the Drow female.  Aribeth found herself sharing many of those emotions when she looked at Giselle as well.  Though in Aribeth's case, that was pretty common no matter who she looked at.  Amongst the scattering of emotions, the demon also felt fear, panic, relief, anxiety, and a cluttered, murky mess of another dozen or more emotions.  All in all, it was one more reason she was content to have gotten here a few minutes late.<br/><br/>She heard the woman with the giant sword on her back mention Monster Biology and Aribeth quirked a brow before walking closer to the group.  Her black wings spread, stretched for a moment then folded behind her shoulders again, barely disturbing the flimsy, translucent fabric that delicately covered the demon's body.<br/><br/>"I hope it has a lot of Monster Anatomy and Physiology, myself.  I'm always interested in how to manipulate a being's finer workings," she said in what she hoped was a friendly manner despite her somewhat predatory smile.