oh, my heart, it became so hardened / open, mutation

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MARGAERY MIKAELSON

The moment that Margaery's teeth met flesh, she began to feed, delirious on the rush that the  blood supplied her. It had been so long since she had feasted upon the essence of another feline and, as twisted of her to say it, had forgotten how satisfying the very taste was. Unless stopped, she would continue to drain her victim until they perished, unaware of the very fact that she could be severely harming one of her clanmates or even her wife.

This was a bad situation, her subconscious had deemed, but without the proper means of putting a stop to it, Margaery would continue to drain the blood out of Suiteheart. In retrospect, she shouldn't have made such a spectacle of her most recent development, instead resigning to silently escaping the Ascendants territory to hunt. Now, she risked killing someone. The little part of her that was still coherent just wished that someone, anyone, would pry her off of her victim.

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