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"I hope it doesn't. If if upsets mommy then it will upset daddy, and also Saradin Phoenix." She gave a twitch to her ears again. "I like it, it's pretty." In her absentmindedness she played with the edge of her dress and even the tops of her boots, her tail idly swaying. "Serve me?"

Bastet stood in her room gathering up the rest of her gear which she had taken from the hags empty room. Apparently the witch had picked up her stuff when she had followed her trail, and now she had disappeared. A sigh elicited from the cat woman as the rest of the gear was put in place strapped in with her pair of black pants and and a plain red shirt. Keeping very quiet, she left her room slinking about the Manor, ignoring those she saw. Unable to mess with Nailah right now, she forewent that route and came to the library where her Nelphean was sitting. In a playful mood she pounced on him, "Hello dear elf."

Cymarron shook his head lightly.

"The Beast is, and is not. it is all our darkness, and the Hunted's darkness. it is rage, anger, hate, and the need to kill..manifested of our flesh."

His ears dropped slightly.

"It is why we cannot do certain things, like the consumtion of alcohol. if we lose our control, if the cage door goes unlocked, the Beast will be free. and the Beast has no pack. The Beast knows all we know, and has no feelings except rage, hate, and the desire to Hunt."

She switched position so that she was lying on her stomach, kickign her legs in the air. Her elbows were propped on the floor and she had her chin in her hands. "How do you know if someone's your mommy or daddy?"

((Be back guys, have to run an errand.))

"I see..." Vik pulled a seat up from the table and took a seat on it backwards, resting his chin on the chair's back. "That's quite a lot of rage. I would expect that much from bottling it up for so long. No matter how much control you have over it, it is still there, waiting for the moment when you are weakest to spring out. Keeping it bottled up like that isn't healthy at all and can be stressful at times. You have to be able to let your anger out in healthy doses so you don't lose control and turn into that." An idea suddenly sparked in his head. "Have you ever tried locking yourself up or going to a secluded area and just letting all your rage out? You wouldn't harm anyone and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be harming yourself.

((Break's over. School starts tomorrow. I got a test in English. G2G))
"It must be awful living with two minds." Vik said, "I understand why you must keep this thing locked up. If this beast were to take control, you would be unable to do anything but watch as the ones you love get torn apart right before your eyes. Then you would have to live with the fact that they are gone because of you, that your own hands are covered with their blood. But you are wrong about one thing. The beast is NOT stronger than you. Virtue and your sense of righteousness will allways overcome rage and madness. As long as you stay stong, Cymarron, the beast will never control you." Vik got up and pushed his chair back under the table. "It was nice talking to you, Cymarron but I've got a few things I have to take care of. See ya around." He turned around and left the kitchen. Munalisk gave Cymarron a small wave before gliding after him.

She listened to him, and it was a good thing she could follow his words. Otherwise the typical four year old would of been lost at the first sentence. Ecara drew herself up to be sitting on her knees, hands folded in her lap as she bit her lip a little. Half in thinking, half in trying to subdue pressure in her fangs. "Can you have more than one mommy or daddy?"

Aura vaguely knew that Vik and Munalisk had left, but was still partially lost in her own thoughts. Compelled to get the book, but also stuck to her spot for some reason. Maybe she didn't even want to know...