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LOST IN SKIES OF POWDERED GOLD ✧ Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Luna had been hunting for prey around the outskirts of the territory, to satisfy her hunger. She was currently focusing on a large male deer, getting ready to attack. She lunged forward, her claws gripping the sides of the deer and pulling it down slowly with her.

She would jump out of the deer's way as it fell and she bit it's neck roughly multiple times, to finish it off. Then she would unsheathe her claws and open up a hole in the deer's throat and began to lap away at the blood dripping down rapidly.

// [member=449]Margaery[/member]

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[Margaery]

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[color=#b14767]"Luna, love, I hate to break it to you but the blood from prey is hardly sustainable. You're feeding more than you would have to if you just fed on other felines."

Margaery just returned from hunting herself actually, the faint scent of copper masked only by the roses that bloomed yellow at her paws. She wasn't eating as frequently as she once had (and felt borderline ravenous because of that) but had finally caved in for the sake of her wife and her children. Bastilleprisoner's words still haunted her and she was thoroughly convinced that she was a monster, not a mother, but until the little leeches were delivered and healthy, desiccating simply wasn't a viable option.

[color=#b14767]"There's also a fridge, it's kept pretty well stocked. I don't use it often myself but if you're worried about the whole killing thing then it's a good option."

[Character Graveyard.]

LOST IN SKIES OF POWDERED GOLD ✧ Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Luna would lift her head up as Margaery came along, wiping the blood from around her maw with a paw quickly and she would sit up straight. A frown had plastered itself onto her lips as Margaery spoke and she answered. "There is not many felines around, aside from our Clanmates, so I suppose I will have to start making frequent trips to the loner lands to satisfy my hunger. Of course, I will not feed on one who does not wish for it, or I will mainly feed on the bodies of deceased felines, whose blood is still fresh."

Luna would then nod her head at the mention of the fridge that Bastille had filled with prey for a blood source for Margaery a while back. "I've used it once, but if I need it, I'll grab something from there."

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