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N/A · 12-23-2016, 05:08 PM

"Well, I'm no healer lady." In Zola's eyes, it was all sissy stuff. She always got by with letting stuff heal on it's own but there would be one time in her life that should would be in desperate need of their abilities. She would probably find herself in grave danger and without anyone who would be willing to help her wicked self. She would drive everyone off to refuse to give her the medical attention she needed because she treated them all like shit.

She would drop her paw back to the ground, her pain just being exaggerated and it may have been public now. "I guess it will be fine. It's not that awful." Zola wasn't very fond of other women, and her attitude was definitely one to show for it. But she didn't care. She wasn't out to make friends.

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