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paixaorpg2009-12-27 10:19 pm
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A little left of center [Active]
Character(s): Naja, anyone daring to get near her
Content: Apparently Naja's been up to... something. Now she's returning...
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Week 16, late afternoon
Warnings: ... a touchy mithra? :D;Spish BSing
Covered in murk and weeds, President Naja Salaheem drags her feet back through Vanaheim Gate - a force to be reckoned with. Her Morgenstern hangs loosely from one pruney hand, spiked end nearly dragging against the ground. The Paixaoan guards ease carefully away from her and she sways side to side passed them.
Her eyes are only aimed straight ahead. She looks as though she hasn't slept much, and every inch of her is disheveled. She pauses once she's within the city again, rolling her along her shoulders to unstick her pigtails that had plastered themselves to skin. Her gaze lingers on the dome roof, and with a groan, she drops her Morgenstern from her grip and then flops down to the ground after it, her tail curling around an ankle.
She sits in place, unmoving, and by the looks of it, she didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon.
"I need a stiff drrrink," she drawls. An ear twitches. She reaches up to a shoulder and tries to brush away some of the weeds that still cling to her, flicking away some flecks of sand along with them. Naja lets out a low scoff, stretches, and then settles once more.
Content: Apparently Naja's been up to... something. Now she's returning...
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Week 16, late afternoon
Warnings: ... a touchy mithra? :D;
Covered in murk and weeds, President Naja Salaheem drags her feet back through Vanaheim Gate - a force to be reckoned with. Her Morgenstern hangs loosely from one pruney hand, spiked end nearly dragging against the ground. The Paixaoan guards ease carefully away from her and she sways side to side passed them.
Her eyes are only aimed straight ahead. She looks as though she hasn't slept much, and every inch of her is disheveled. She pauses once she's within the city again, rolling her along her shoulders to unstick her pigtails that had plastered themselves to skin. Her gaze lingers on the dome roof, and with a groan, she drops her Morgenstern from her grip and then flops down to the ground after it, her tail curling around an ankle.
She sits in place, unmoving, and by the looks of it, she didn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon.
"I need a stiff drrrink," she drawls. An ear twitches. She reaches up to a shoulder and tries to brush away some of the weeds that still cling to her, flicking away some flecks of sand along with them. Naja lets out a low scoff, stretches, and then settles once more.