Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2014 23:41:16 GMT
S hakira was angry and that was something that people didn't want Shakira, not that anyone would know. She was still looking as adorable an innocent as ever. She was skipping along with her pink hair bouncing with her and humming. Her cheeks where blossoming with big red innocence. The queen was very upset, someone had just talked back to HER, the QUEEN. They had no right, of course she just politely told them she disagreed, but she would be sure they'd have knives in their bed sheets that night, there was no question about that.She angerly thought about it wanting nothing more then to hurt them. So, now she was walking back home after checking up on patrols like a good queen SHOULD, she didn't HAVE to do any of this. To be quite honest everyone here could die and never come back for all Shakira cared. Even her own son, if he ever disrespected here again. Well, let's just say he wouldn't be wearing only one eye patch. She walked a bit more, finally reaching the fortress and walking inside with no objections and sighed, glad she was finally back home. She walked towards her home, before hearing a young voice shouting her name excitedly. And Shakira almost groaned out loud, but instead turned around with a smile, and talked to the young one for awhile, before being in formed that her friend had gotten hurt. Pretending to be worried, she ran over to where a young girl had a pretty nasty gash in her arm and she sighed a little. As much as Shakira hated to admit it, she would always have a soft spot for kids. Looking over at a random person. "Someone get me some cloth to wrap this up with please!" she asked, hoping that it would work. |
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