by Nailah Weaver » Mon Oct 05, 2015 8:30 pm
It's late at night when a winged silhouette awkwardly lands on the windowsill outside. After a couple of moment the window slides open with a faint creak until it's open enough to let Nailah climb inside. Her clothes and wings look dirty and she's sporting a couple bruises here and there. She turns around to close the window again, wincing when it makes a noise again. Finally she makes her way over to her side of the room with a slight limp. Undoing her belt she tosses it onto her desk before collapsing onto her bed.