She watched his interest increase at the mention of those her kind was most uncomfortable discussing and shook her head a little. "Oh yes, we can go very feral, Cyne." Elara answered, her gaze intent upon his face, telling him the full truth of what she knew as he leaned back. "The bloodlust that comes over us when smelling spilled blood or driving by the battlefury, that's... mild, compared to what these... things can do. I've never seen them attack a mortal, but they can be unpredictable." She pressed her lips together as he mentioned prisoners of war never being taken and she nodded slowly her understanding of their methods. "Well, I would agree with that when it comes to these, but... there are those in the circles of learning who want to know exactly how these creatures come about and more importantly, if they can be fixed."<br/><br/>Elara cleared her throat and turned around partway in her seat, pulling her dark braid to the side and gesturing at the scar on the back of her neck that she had shown him the previous night before they had gone to sleep. "You remember I told you I earned that scar by learning not to turn my back on my own kind?" She reminded him gently, chewing another bite of meat when she paused and drinking the rest of the water in her cup. "It was in a struggle with one of our kind just beginning to lose his ability to control himself." Her jaw clenched and relaxed several times as she stared in the empty cup, not desiring any more water or even blood, but lost in the memory of her first encounter with the feral creatures.<br/><br/>"They still study them now, even after the incident with me and a few others about my age at the time. You see, at that point, we had just started discovering some of our kind were living on the outskirts of Arcadia and outside of proper cities, where finding a blood supply can be difficult, sometimes impossible. Some were caught, and brought to larger cities for those who desired to understand these creatures to study them... and eventually, you know study leads to experimentation." She set the glass down and sighed heavily as she lifted her gaze to meet Cyne's expression. "Long story short, they felt that perhaps a willing offering from the younger, stronger of our kind would bring those of ours on the brink back to their sanity. Instead, those offered juvenile females reacted like you might expect a soldier on a battlefield suddenly returned home from war. Shock at first, and then slow acceptance of the offered wrist to feed from." She lifted her left arm and pulled back her sleeve to show him the scar from not just two fangs, but several razor-edged puncture wounds in two perfect semi-circles. "And then, when the back was turned, the minute our guards were dropped, the creatures decided they wanted to play with their food. The boys they just ripped into pieces."<br/><br/>She folded her arms and rested them on the table, obviously having lost her appetite at the recounting of her tale, her expression neutral. "They haven't repeated anything of the like since. Now they study, and try different variations of bottled blood, human, animal, and vampire. Nothing works. I personally have considered just telling those who try and urge me to give them more time, to shove it and kill them all, but that wouldn't be very diplomatic, now would it?" Elara didn't expect a response to her rhetorical question honestly, she was just trying to lighten the mood.