And holds up the whole place at gun-point demanding all of the booze, salty foods, chocolate, and cinnamon gum that they can find…
Quelling my inner rage-murder-screaming is difficult, I haven’t had my period in about 4 years (all the time spent pregnant or nursing) has left me unprepared for this occurrence starting again.
Part of me wants to celebrate my monthly cycle restarting as the moon wanes, and is intrigued by the idea of using my moon blood as a consecration tool for a special ritual.
The rest of me wants to hide in a darkened room with a heating pad on my belly, and to be left alone until the pain stops. The idea of a magical ritual or ceremony only causes rolling growls to emanate from me, and a glint of fangs starts to show.
Maybe I will compromise with capturing some and storing it for later when I am less murderous….