FALLING SKY | open + return

[Margaery]

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MARGAERY MIKAELSON-FOLIE

Margaery had been unaware of Nero's attack on Shininglight. Regardless, she understood the implications of losing control, of giving into the insatiable hunger that plagued her day in and day out. Of course, she had learned to live with the dull ache that perpetually ailed her stomach, the desire to exchange her morals for a furious killing frenzy not as strong anymore. A hundred years ago, she certainly hadn't been able to say the same, not with all the chaos and havoc that she and Aerona wrecked upon the world. But that had been an era of Genevieve, not Margaery, and the chocolate point liked to believe that she had a little more grace than her less-than-subtle counterpart. Now, anyways.

As she approached the border, gaze weary and shoulders - surprisingly - slumped, she was immediately made aware of both the sight and sound of Nero. Chocolate-capped paws would carry her quickly to him, her blue eyes widening the moment they saw how frail and starved he appeared. No, no, that wouldn't do. He needed blood immediately. [color=#b59693]"It doesn't matter what he did," Margaery would inform softly, [color=#b59693]"Not now anyways. He needs to eat. My dear, do you need help? Please, I'll go out and get you anything you need." In truth, her offer was partly selfish- she had not indulged in the blood of another in a few days, too consumed by grief and anger over her current feud (could she call it that? She admittedly didn't know) with Suiteheart. It would be good for the both of them, she had decided, and hardly wished to wait for his confirmation on whether or not she could steal away to bring them both back something. [color=#b59693]"Other than that," She would begin, a poor attempt at distracting her mind from the inevitable need for blood, [color=#b59693]"Do you need anything else? Are you hurt? Tell me everything!"