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[Margaery]

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Finally, finally she had succumbed to her urges and gave into her blood lust. She needed the blood. Her children needed the blood. They would die unless she took the plunge and gave into the beast that she truly was. Monster not a mother... perhaps she could exist as both, just for a moment. Besides, Suiteheart needed her. She couldn’t give up. Margaery knew that. As much as she wanted to hole herself up in her room forever.

A sigh would fall from her lips as she stepped over the border, the blood from her victims long since washed away in some distant river. The scent was not completely gone though, not even hidden under her natural smell of roses and honeysuckle. She didn’t mind, blood had never bothered her (she really didn’t have a choice in that manner, liking blood was sort of a requirement with her affliction) and her clanmates had never once made a comment. Sometimes she wondered if they were really that oblivious, that or they didn’t care. It didn’t matter to her though, so long as nobody made any sly comments about her murderous tendencies.

Before she knew it, the chocolate point had returned to the Observatory. Margaery would blink a few times, lips contorting into a frown. She could either retire to her room or attempt to socialize. She craved the latter, admittedly. It had been days since she had a meaningful conversation.

Sitting down, the lunar lieutenant would simply wait for someone to come and find her. She didn’t have the energy to exactly scour out a clanmate.

[kinglykingstone]

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Cooper had dealt with murder's before, many actually. To him, what Margaery did wouldn't be murder. She was doing what it took to survive and that's what is important. There's a difference between doing what you have to do and killing in cold blood.

When the canine approached the feline and smelt the faint scent of blood, he shrugged it off and sat beside her. "Hello, Margaery! how are you doing?" he questioned, flashing her a smile. He hadn't seen the tall feline much since he joined the group and had been sorely disappointed.

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