Dark eyes don’t move, “He is.” For his part, Cain had not taken his eyes off the Daeva, his murderous gaze matching her movement, just waiting. “You curious about him?” most were, though some weren’t. But this Ale leaving the door open if the Daeva had questions.
“Now that’s an interesting question, and not many Kindred agree on it.” She had never really discussed it, at least, not in a couple years. “The Beast is the other part of us, the Vampiric side, the one that is not human. It is the hunger you feel, it is the anger you feel, it’s what drives you to survive. It lives within, driving you to hunt, kill, survive and even sleep. It’s what you struggle with nightly to stay in control of, for you know if you lose that battle, it takes over. It’s just part of our subconscious, the one that will do anything and everything to survive.” Even if it means tearing apart those around you. “What do you think it is?” as a neonate, this could be interesting. “But yes, it isn’t human and it is dangerous. Getting too close to it, letting what it is seep into you, has consequences. Though I’ve seen those consequences be worth it depending on the situation.” She had spent a couple months a walking corpse, unable to mask what she was for getting too close. “Yes and no. The Beast has its purpose, it wants you to survive as much as you want to. Some Elders tap into it when they need to.” She wasn’t above it. But it was getting more difficult as the years go on.
Thinking a moment, “I can see that. But Childe acting out and pushing rules have dire consequences for them and those around them. A Childe acting out can risk the Masquerade and need to put down.” There was no emotion in her voice, to her, it was what it was. Shrugging, “For some Kindred, perhaps. But not all Kindred need to define themselves and have a place in things. There are always factors into play, who they are and what they were Embraced into. Some Kindred spend their Danse roaming the world, no purpose, no place in Kindred society. And there’s nothing wrong with that. We are a product of numerous factors.” As a Savage, she was ok being alone and roaming. She didn’t need titles or to be accepted. But even as a human, she didn’t need it.