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[Margaery]

[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀[/glow]

As unfortunate as it was to even make such an observation, Margaery couldn't help but notice the general theme of her family. Her father and her uncle had been notorious serial killers of sorts, the former killing for pure enjoyment while the latter killed in an attempt to protect their family and his brother's sloppy tendencies. And then there was herself and that primal instinct that lurked just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over and claim her permanently. She wondered often if it was the bloodlust that had muddled her father's mind and inhibitions and, later in her life, her mother's. She wished she could say that this development surprised her but it didn't- previous behavior prohibited from even batting an eye.

It seemed that the desire to kill was not so much inherited but rather observed and she wondered, vaguely, if the souls would have been spared from such a demented fate had she never became their mother. Don't think that way, her mind commanded and she winced. If her presence had been the case, she certainly had never intended to doom her daughters whom she loved so deeply to this living hell. [color=black]"I guess that's the me in them," She finally said wearily, reclining upon chocolate hued haunches. She was not going to lie about her past endeavors in actively killing people- why would she? It was mostly behind her now.

[color=black]"They weren't born monsters, I can ensure that. They were my beautiful children, they are my beautiful children. They can't be all bad," She observed in a low voice, a distant voice. Dull lilac eyes? That certainly was Lil and her assumption was further solidified by the comment about healing. She loved to heal- it came as natural to her as breathing did anyone else.

She was about to offer their names when Suiteheart interjected. She nodded solemnly in agreement with her words, not caring if anyone realized that she knew because she, too, had been a mother to the triplets. [COLOR=BLACK]"It's important that I, no, we know," She murmured, her attention falling once again upon Lup. There had been a certain hollowness in her soul, a place in her heart empty simply because of the absence of her children. To know this information gave her hope for the first time in a long while.

She cared not about the legend and lore that surrounded her children- she was just as bad, as were her own parents- she simply needed to see them, hold them, love them.