Eliruz
Aspiring Writer
Dakala sighed softly, hearing the commotion of her leader in the kitchen. She grumbed softly in her native tongue and swung her long legs off the bed, her bare feet touching the cool wooden floors. The 5' 9" female moved to her dresser and snagged some shorts and a tank top with a little logo that read 'Mountain Soda Co.' with a graphic of a Red Devil giving a thumbs up. She quickly changed into the the set of clothing. Pulling her long onyx colored hair into a pony tail, she studied herself in the mirror before giving up and huffing. She needed to brush her teeth and comb out her rats' nest.
She made her way out into the hallway, an unfamiliar scent wafting into her nostrils. Her jade gaze flickered towards the steam filtering out from the crack of the bathroom door. Furrowing a brow, she looked around, trying to figure out if anyone around had any idea as to who had come inside.
Silently contemplating what to do, she poked her head around the corner to find everyone dispersing. She shook her head and leaned against the wall; she had to wait for the bathroom to open up.
She made her way out into the hallway, an unfamiliar scent wafting into her nostrils. Her jade gaze flickered towards the steam filtering out from the crack of the bathroom door. Furrowing a brow, she looked around, trying to figure out if anyone around had any idea as to who had come inside.
Silently contemplating what to do, she poked her head around the corner to find everyone dispersing. She shook her head and leaned against the wall; she had to wait for the bathroom to open up.
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