The morning seemed to be a bit lively as always. With the werewolf Erika causing trouble, a centaur, a fairu flitting up, a human, a sucubus, and others taking seats. Most trying to sit on their own, while others simply wished to bother others. Erika seemed to always want to bother someone. Be it out of boredom, or her instinctive will to dominate. Books say werewolves we're in general tempermental and vicious. Except when it was the pack kind. They seemed to mellow out with close kin, though of course such a thing doesn't really happen in this place.

There was no companionship, no loyality or honor. 

All that was received was wary eyes and threatening snarls. Each of these prisoners were here for a reason. And they must suffer the consequence.

Zexel was used to being alone, to her it was no different from a human school. If one was not interesting or pretty, others left the outsiders alone. Even supernatural creatures were the same. One would call it humam nature, but in this case she supposed it applied to all.

Eating silently, uncaring how the steak seemed to just slither down her throat, her eyes continued studying the book with the supernatural species profiles. Only mildly listening to what was around her, in case someone tried to take her food. Though she didn't eat too much. Her tall frame was quite skinny enough to see her ribs.

Eating didn't seem to have too much of a point anymore. Of course the guards would force food in her if she didn't eat enough. Interesting experience.