gentle heart — joining

[Margaery]

Margaery pitted such a fragile, beautiful thing.

Not because of the wounds that littered her pelt or the sense of weariness, both emotional and physical, she carried with her, but rather because she was greeted by perhaps the two largest beings in the clan. The chocolate point knew that if she had been in a similar position, she would have wanted someone as dainty and beautiful (though Margaery was certain that she had never seen a more gorgeous creature... those platinum eyes and ghostly white fur was jaw-dropping and she, herself, had to be reminded to now simply stare in awe) as she to greet her first. She just hoped that her own arrival would offer some comfort against the beastly appearances of the great tiger and bear that she called her wife. Margaery was tall, yes, but she was a domestic feline and a pretty one at that. She had experienced much in her short life but her features were still soft and now, they extended a small smile in the direction of the doe. 

[color=#b14767]"Welcome, Imperia," She offered tenderly, observing the girl's very name was as otherworldly as she, [color=#b14767]"My name is Margaery Mikaelson. Would you like us to fetch a doctor?" Her stormy gray eyes had wandered to the injuries that Imperia carried with her and, concerned, knew that her words were not so much a question but a statement- a doctor was certainly needed.

She cursed herself for noticing the blood, for, though it lacked its typical crimson hue, the scent was all the same. Luckily, she maintained a clear head, the color of her eyes merely darkening rather than turning the shade of the substance she lived on. This was a deer and her body would not be sustained by the blood it had to offer her. So long as she thought rationally, there would be no danger- none at all.