BLOOD ON MY NAME | open + injury

[Margaery]

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It was not a rare occurrence for Margaery to postpone feeding. Her conscience had a power over her that she simply could not resist and, in result, she often disregarded her hunger so that some stranger might live a little longer. But it had been a few days and she was halfway ravenous, only capable of maintaining her regal composure because she knew that she lacked the capacity to purposefully hurt any of her clanmates. That was, until the heavy scent of blood washed over her senses and caused her to temporarily lose her ability to reason, already dark eyes shifting to resemble that foreboding copper hue.

Like the well-trained predator she was, she quickly traced the source, silently creeping up upon the group. She saw Bastillepaw only as prey in that moment and, without so much as thinking about it, attempted to leap upon him. If she was successful, she would realize her mistake and, returning to coherence with a few blinks, turned a bright red as the reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. [color=#b14767]"Bast... I...." She croaked out, though her eyes were still that blood-red shade. She supposed the only perk to her not feeding was her weakness- he could easily push her off of  him if he so desired. [color=#b14767]"I'm hungry."