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After centuries of dealing with vampirism, Margaery liked to believe that she at least had a very basic handle on the affliction. She would not lie- there had been times where she had completely succumbed to her urges and forfeited all control, permitting the tightly shackled beast within her to reign mercilessly. Usually, however, such an incident only occurred in absolutely dire situations... or, when she couldn't handle something anymore. She supposed that Luna, being as newly changed and presumably emotional as she had once been all those years ago, was not nearly as well versed in control - not yet anyways - and it was up to her to make sure that she was not a danger to her clanmates.

Speaking of which, Margaery lingered just outside her door now, a frown twisting trembling lips as she faintly detected the scent of blood. [color=#b14767]"Luna," She called out softly, [color=#b14767]"You know it's better in the long run if you drink, well, feline blood, right, love?" A harsh reality albeit a true one. Squirrels couldn't sustain a person forever, that was for sure.