After centuries of dealing with vampirism, Margaery liked to believe that she at least had a very basic handle on the affliction. She would not lie- there had been times where she had completely succumbed to her urges and forfeited all control, permitting the tightly shackled beast within her to reign mercilessly. Usually, however, such an incident only occurred in absolutely dire situations... or, when she couldn't handle something anymore. She supposed that Luna, being as newly changed and presumably emotional as she had once been all those years ago, was not nearly as well versed in control - not yet anyways - and it was up to her to make sure that she was not a danger to her clanmates.

Speaking of which, Margaery lingered just outside her door now, a frown twisting trembling lips as she faintly detected the scent of blood. [color=#b14767]"Luna," She called out softly, [color=#b14767]"You know it's better in the long run if you drink, well, feline blood, right, love?" A harsh reality albeit a true one. Squirrels couldn't sustain a person forever, that was for sure.

Roy had no clue what it was like to live a life as a vampire. Back in Amestris, vampires were merely a fairy tale- as well as werewolves and other mythical creatures. The only monsters Roy knew existed were the homunculi- and that wasn't even a common, known fact. Roy only discovered they existed when Alphonse Elric mentioned it to him, and even then, he thought it was impossible until he encountered them himself. He was quite glad that vampires didn't exist in his world, since by just seeing the struggles Margaery faced whenever there was blood involved, it didn't seem like it would be an easy life to live. And now, it wasn't only Margaery who was living with that curse. Lunafreya had it too, apparently the curse can spread through bites- he can understand why Margaery is always so cautious whenever there's a situation with blood. She probably doesn't want to infect her clanmates with what she has to live with everyday.

Roy was limping by Luna's room, when his ears pricked up at Margaery's voice. He didn't catch what she said entirely, as he just limped by to hear the end of it- something that involved feline blood. The male paused for a moment, wondering if he should limp over and see what they're talking about, or keep limping on. With a sigh, he decided to limp towards Luna's door, hoping he wasn't interrupting. Roy could pick up the smell of blood, and he noticed the slight frown on Margaery's features as he got closer.

[color=#b14767]"Well hold on," Margaery intercepted, frowning once more, [color=#b14767]"I have a very specific diet. I really can't dabble in anything outside of that." In kinder terms, she was explaining that she could not assist in the killing of a deer. [color=#b14767]"Like I said, I can aid you with other felines. I'm not much use anywhere else though," Margy continued, her frown finding a way to deepen. She understood Luna's dedication to preserving life (if that was what she could call it) but at least wanted her to try. The need to feed more often increased irrationality and emotional instability. [color=#b14767]"I promise my solution may be better for you in the long run."