THIS QUEEN DON’T NEED A KING ——
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The jackal brought the knocked-out winged animal in her jaws and went through the plans that covered the entrance to her room. She dropped the helpless Blizzardclanner down and was sure to fill the ives with electricity so the female can escape. Then she turned to her poinsons and started counting them. The one on the right was oleander, causing slow death. But Lindy would not use it until needing to murder someone. And who knows when she will use it? For prisoners she mostly used henbane and mandrake. Still, the jackal was always up for mind games. Sometimes she glanced over her shoulder to see if her prisoner have woke up. There was war outside, but she would rather stay warm, thank you. No ‘clanmates’ mattered to her ever. The traitor would smirk at the thought how stupid they all are.
// VALAERYA
I don’t wanna be the puppet that you’re playing on a string