of ice and fire / private

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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."