A LITTLE SPARK MAY BURST A FLAME // MAJOR INJURY (TW)

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As usual, it was the intoxicating scent of blood that ushered fourth a half-ravenous Margaery from the shadows. She had been incapacitated as of late and thus, had not even thought to feed in nearly three days. She supposed she could thank a combination of the leeches and Bastilleprisoner for that- in the state she currently occupied, this body (and the children it carried) could easily be bested by any stray rogue she thought to make her meal. A part of her hoped that that was what she would find here, killed by her clanmates for potentially disturbing the peace and enabling her to get a free meal. What awaited her as she arrived... well, it was far from that picturesque alternative.

Copper eyes would first land upon the leg before moving to the copious amounts of blood everywhere and then, to Roy. She'd silently unsheathe her claws, permitting them to dig deep into the stony earth and ground her. She was a monster. She was a monster. She was a monster. She couldn't let that side of herself show; she couldn't hurt anybody else. So instead, she turned to Rin, trembling as the scent of blood overwhelmed her senses, trying to lull out the deprived and hungry beast from within. [color=#b14767]"What can I do?" She inquired in a thin, empty voice, swallowing harshly, [color=#b14767]"I'd offer my typical brand of optimism but I've quite run out of that." Another glance at Roy at that statement, another gulp. Maybe it'd be better for all of them if she just left. Left and locked herself within her room to further permit the effects of hunger to destroy her. At least she wouldn't prove to be dangerous there.