Born of a woman who was turned kindred while pregnant.. Danse has never known many smiles in her life, for the simple fact.. her life has always been in danger.
When Danse was born the game of human.. or well kindred chess began. While often she was refered to as "the pawn" by the man whom had turned her mother to the dark arts.. she had more power then any of the pieces on the board for the simple fact.. any threats to her life caused her mother to obey without question.
Her mother lived this as long as she could until she ran one night in terror while her father was out hunting down some poor person to become dinner. The woman and her half-breed child fled into the night.. always asking "why mommy, why do we run?" as she did not understand terribly much the gravity of the situation..
If only she had understood.. or had the capicity to do so.. as her mother using the few magical cantrips and spells that she did know worked hard to keep steps ahead if not days ahead of the angry vampire whow as even then.. tearing up the countryside looking for them; *both*
Danse tried to be happy for her mother.. but things were always hard.. living in squallor, which didn't bother her.. as she had her mother.. but there was never any food.. or blankets to keep warm.. Her shockingly pale features and silvery eyes were different then anyone else.. and hair as dark as the nights creeping hand of death itself would wash over her face whenever she moved her head..
Her mother was proud of her.. her miracle child, she had often said as she had tried to concieve so many times before and failed.. sometimes she had joked about naming her Miracle instead of Danse.. but she was a little danser.. soft and gentle and as such her name came to be.
With lips as pale as those of a rose craving the first breath of spring.. she kissed her mother goodnight.. that would be the last she ever saw of her... She had gone to bed and in a deepened slumber. the door to the tiny place they lived was blown in by sheer vampyric anger. To comfortable she had become and it would cost her her life.
The man dragged her out kicking and screaming.. having decided if he cant have her in life.. he would in Memnochs Eternal hell and as such he held her tightly outside.. and as the first rays of the dawn rose up.. so ended their lives.. the screams waking the very dead.. but yet Danse slept on.. for a few more hours..
When she woke she screamed "Mommy MOMMY!" Not seeing her at her coffin.. the lid cast off which was not something she was accustomed to seeing.. and outside.. only a large pile of ash was there to greet her.. her mothers necklace lost inside of it.. which she grabbed and took off running with.
Shefelt the oversized mens tunic cling to her as the breeches she wore were filthy from falling so much as she ran.. she never looked back.. afraid to do so in case someone might be coming after her...
The few laughs and smiles she had had.. within her years are all but forgotten now.. as she lives to survive.. and survives to live... simply hoping for a little bit better.
With hope.. comes salvation.. while hiding int he woods having "borrowed" a few nuts from a spot in a tree.. she ran into a little boy named Jaust. Jaust was just as shy and alone as she was and they had become swift friends; even "adoptsing" each other as they've put it; as brother and sister. Danse is no longer alone.. and now.. she has some happiness once more within her life.. and a really interesting mini cave all her own in a nice warm little house to live in!