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[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Suiteheart knew good and well what vampirism was like. The feeling was the first thought on her mind when she opened her eyes in the morning, and it was the last thing she thought of before slipping off to sleep. The bond she shared with Margaery presented itself in a variety of different ways; Suite had always been able to feel what her wife was experiencing. She felt the dull pain of hunger in her stomach, and she could feel her wife growing stronger as the blood of another entered her system. The whole process was somewhat vile, but Suite knew it was the only thing keeping Margy alive. For three years, she had dealt with it. Now, it was normal. It felt almost odd to think of it that way.

The found herself drawn to Lunafreya's room as she felt her wife's soul there. Within minutes, the white feline entered the scene, stopping beside Roy. Her eyes scanned the bobcat for a fraction of a second, making sure he was alright. Once satisfied with that, she turned her attention to Margaery and then Lunafreya. She'd heard Margy's question through the bond, but she decided to remain silent on the issue... Well, only for so long.

"Margy could help you, uh, hunt, ya know," Suiteheart ventured, not entirely sure how Luna felt about having to feed off of another feline to sate her hunger completely.