Hideaway Strath Bloodsucker

Never.

That was the real answer. She'd always been this cursed thing, eaten the siblings she shared a womb with, turned her own mother against her, always this thing; a thief and an animal, all instinct and greed pretending to be someone.

Anything other than what her nature dictates. Well. Maybe before. Now she found that she could embrace it. Put the pieces together. Her mind might've been better for it.

Envy shifted on her paws, letting her expression fall to one more relaxed Y'know you talk like you're some fancy prophet. she remarks, knowing the woman's question stretched further. This time, she would give a real answer. ..I think... what I'm doing now will.. feed me.

A scrawny paw nudged the satchel full of crocus petals, long nails lingering on the texture. This stuff always has.

Sharply, she looks to the bone-faced woman now.

But I've always been held back. Folks're pretty resistant to good ideas, y'know? She snickered ...At least it's not something I need to worry about anymore.

Now she was embraced. Cradled.

enabled.