[/html]There had been many compromises, though over time, there accumulate enough difficulties that even the best workarounds were discomforting in one way or another. Her physical sensitivities had been compounded since she'd last seen her family, and for the moment, the feeling of the walls and ceiling closing in on her was more managable than the idea of her eyes burning out of her skull. Vampire, they had accused, and she had hissed that maybe they were right. And so she'd take her blood raw.
With only the slightest bit of hesitation, she accepted the meat, then paused to consider the stranger's smile. It seemed sincere enough. Many things did. "Never bothered much with duck," Cassandra admitted with a small shrug. "Never figured dealing with all the feathers was worth it. But moose! Moose was not something she dined on frequently either, though not out of avoidance like with waterfowl. She lifted the meat to her jaws, unceremoniously tore off a strip, chewed quickly, and swallowed. The blood stained her fur easily.
"You seem to have an idea of who I am," she said, looking back to him as she licked her lips. "What made you think so?"
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