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[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

Suiteheart hated that her nose was now trained to pick up on the scent of blood. She hated that she was drawn towards the crimson substance. She hated the way her baby blue eyes burned before shifting into molten amber whenever she caught it on the winds and air. She hated the way her mouth slowly but surely began to water as the hunger in her stomach boiled over.

She wouldn't have even shown herself if the metallic scent wasn't mingled with the smell of Bastilleprisoner.

That sent a chill down her spine and worry ignited in her chest. As quickly as she could, the white feline scurried over. Atreus was already on the scene, offering his assistance, and Suiteheart was relieved. She wasn't sure if she trusted herself to be that close to Bastille at the moment.

"Do you have everything you need, Atreus?" she asked. "I can run and grab something for you, if you need." Her now amber-hued eyes didn't move from Bastille. She studied the wound on his side, and her eyes narrowed momentarily. The gashes that littered his shoulder seemed extremely neat... Were they self-inflicted? "Who'd you have a run in with?"

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