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[center][color=E4A44D][h1]Naevia Udaku[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Front Gates; The Academy.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Barca ([@Caits]).[/sup][/color][/center]
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[color=Orange]“Are they going to attack me if I say hello?”[/color]
 
The sound of an unfamiliar voice calling out to her caught her attention, causing her to turn ever slightly to the side, though only just enough that she could glance over at the new figure from the corner of her dark eyes, the sudden appearance of the male causing the brothers beside her to shift anxiously, each of them growling gently… threateningly at the stranger as he continued to approach their mistress. The apprehension behind the guy’s actions; behind his words… it was undeniable… as clear as the sun rising in the east. He was weary of her boys; yet he still chose to approach and address her.
 
The man was either stupid beyond reason… or foolishly brave. Nevertheless, his actions were impressive enough to gain her attention.
 
[color=E4A44D]“..tamaa, upendo wangu…”[/color] Her hands reaching out, Naevia once more ran her fingers lightly through the thick mains of her lion’s, causing each to almost purr contently with the action as she turned her body, this time choosing to give the guy her full attention rather than just a small piece of it- she would find out soon enough whether or not he was worth her time… and if he wasn’t; well it was then that she would choose just how to make it clear to him that he had wasted her time.
 
[color=E4A44D]“..they will not harm unless I should voice otherwise…”[/color] Pausing a moment, she turned her gaze down to the younger of the two. [url=https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XocSMuIv0Tc/VDVTUx8n7qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/a36pDxrHJpA/s1600/lion_roar-5730.jpg]Crixus[/url]. Always so impatient… so impulsive… always so willing to jump to her aid should at a moments notice, something were to happen that he didn’t like. Her boys… she could scarcely imagine her life without them, [color=E4A44D]“..or should they feel my time is wasted by those… beneath me…”[/color]
 
Not even bothering to hide the way that her eyes glided slowly up and down his figure, she looked him over- he was dressed well enough… carried himself with an air of elitism… and had a certain charm about him… perhaps he may be worth at least a moment of her time and attention…
 
[color=E4A44D]“..you have my ear; speak…”[/color]