MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED
Disoriented. Confused. Lost.
She didn't quite know what had happened as she staggered back into the Observatory, a wide gash traversing the length of her pelt. Somehow, someway, Margaery had made a miscalculation and what had followed had been practically a blur. Usually, her victims were dead before they even realized that she was upon them, perhaps a scream splitting the air as she stole their life. Hardly did anyone struggle against her- she was death and was able to select who lived and who died accordingly, fighting the inevitable was never wise. But she had underestimated her last meal, had let Genevieve's sadistic desire to play with her food surface instead of making a clean kill.
If she wasn't already a monster before, she certainly saw herself as one now, the blood that spilled from the wound inflicted on her black instead of red. In the few seconds that followed the injury's creation, both prey and predator had stared in shock, and then, her potential dinner had turned and fled. Obviously she was more than a murderer- she was something else, something demonic. Margaery couldn't understand it either but, dizzy with blood loss, knew better than to stand at gawk as she practically bled out. She had to go home.
And so she had, sinking to the ground as another wave of dizziness washed over her. [b]"Sugar, switch into your other body, you're losing blood rapidly." Genevieve. "No, Genevieve, you just want a taste of freedom." Margaery. And then, a softer voice, her demeanor shifting, ancient and archaic now, "It isn't like we can die anyways... there's no use arguing, please. Just... Just get some medical attention, okay Margaery?" Maarit.
Hopefully the scent of blood and her obviously rough state would be enough to garner some attention. She couldn't quite tell though, not as her vision slowly began to fade to black.
She didn't quite know what had happened as she staggered back into the Observatory, a wide gash traversing the length of her pelt. Somehow, someway, Margaery had made a miscalculation and what had followed had been practically a blur. Usually, her victims were dead before they even realized that she was upon them, perhaps a scream splitting the air as she stole their life. Hardly did anyone struggle against her- she was death and was able to select who lived and who died accordingly, fighting the inevitable was never wise. But she had underestimated her last meal, had let Genevieve's sadistic desire to play with her food surface instead of making a clean kill.
If she wasn't already a monster before, she certainly saw herself as one now, the blood that spilled from the wound inflicted on her black instead of red. In the few seconds that followed the injury's creation, both prey and predator had stared in shock, and then, her potential dinner had turned and fled. Obviously she was more than a murderer- she was something else, something demonic. Margaery couldn't understand it either but, dizzy with blood loss, knew better than to stand at gawk as she practically bled out. She had to go home.
And so she had, sinking to the ground as another wave of dizziness washed over her. [b]"Sugar, switch into your other body, you're losing blood rapidly." Genevieve. "No, Genevieve, you just want a taste of freedom." Margaery. And then, a softer voice, her demeanor shifting, ancient and archaic now, "It isn't like we can die anyways... there's no use arguing, please. Just... Just get some medical attention, okay Margaery?" Maarit.
Hopefully the scent of blood and her obviously rough state would be enough to garner some attention. She couldn't quite tell though, not as her vision slowly began to fade to black.
© MADI
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