BLEEDING STAR | Open, injury

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

Like Nero, Margaery had not witnessed the struggle either. She had been wandering about, minding her own business, when the coppery tang of blood all but overwhelmed her senses. She would hesitate for only a brief moment, those gray eyes of hers flashing deep red, before she managed to get a hold on herself. Hunger often times had the ability to drive her up a wall and she was terrified that if she went to investigate, she'd only end up wounding the injured individual more.

She couldn't help herself though, nimble paws leading the chocolate point closer and closer to the source- closer and closer to Anz. She'd regard him for a few seconds, lips twisting into a frown as she inspected the dark, almost galaxy like blood that stained his pelt. What had happened? She felt Genevieve roaring inside of her, straining desperately against her confines in some attempt to taste the stellar-appearing blood. She held her down, refusing to succumb to the monster. Besides, didn't Genevieve know that blood belonging to anyone but a domestic cat could make her ill?

[b]"Are you okay?" She inquired softly, though the question was directed easily at both Anzarel and Nero. The former's reason was obvious - he had been the one to receive the injury after all. It was the latter's, the tiny vampire's, reason that potentially needed a bit more explaining. She, of all people, knew that control was a fickle thing. Being around blood... it had the potential to make even the most in control of vampire's lose their grasp on the world. She hoped that the child was okay, really she did. Margaery glanced at Player too, a frown twisting her lips as she noticed how concerned the other was. "Yes, we definitely need to fix you up immediately," The Cosmic General finally decided aloud, "Do you need water? Anything in the meantime?"

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