THIS QUEEN DON’T NEED A KING ——
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The dark silhouette stood in the forest, coming to the camp. Somepletely unharmed, the jackal was getting back to camp. Her black fur on her back bristled as she heard something around, but then she found herself in peace again. She padded through the woods, and by the camp, the two-faced female stood and called: “Hey! I guess I’m back!” Not like anyone would care. As everyone already knew how much of a traitorous bitch she was.
//LOL I’m back, kinda a return from inactivity also!
I don’t wanna be the puppet that you’re playing on a string