FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

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DELDRACH

FEMALE — JAGLIONESS — STRIKER

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Behind her, Deldrach would land, whipping about, her sabre clasped tightly in her jaws. Her mismatched eyes, one gold, one silver, denounced the royalty that she held true, her posture that of someone who had trained and trained for a long time. Her ears were perked forward, waiting for Texas's reaction.

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#psychosocial.