redroseknight
The senpai who noticed
How long had it been since she had last settled into this place, she wondered as she carefully stepped into the mansion that had been a gift from Countess Erzebet. Blue eyes swept over the interior that had certainly seen better days, and she shut the door behind her with a little more force than was strictly necessary. She was still getting used to the power in her body, a physical strength rather than the magic she had once wielded with such skill. At least she was getting used to balancing upright for the most part, her claws clicking on the wooden floor as she began making her ascent toward her bedroom.
The room was lit by the brilliant rays of the sun shining in through a window, and she took a moment to appreciate the soothing blue theme of the room. While most had associated Sayviel with the flames that seemed to always leap to her command when her temper flared, Sayviel had always favored blue. It reminded her of simpler times, learning to contain her magic with the sea as a backdrop. Better for a woman with an affinity for the elements, especially fire, to practice near a body of water should things spiral out of control. Especially one with such a flair for the dramatic as Sayviel Tempeste.
The cloak that she had used to hide her form while she made her way by car to her estate fell away, and she reached out a clawed paw to touch the items on her dresser. Everything was exactly as she had left it. That was both comforting and heartbreaking. Though nothing had really prepared Sayviel for when she lifted her head to allow her azure eyes to meet her reflection. Rather than a beautiful young woman with alabaster skin and a confident smirk on her petal pink lips, she was greeted with the sight of the monster she had become. Thick fur the color of a moonless night covered her body from the tip of her slightly pointed canid ears to the end of her long, fluffy tail. The only mark of color on her form was a silver star pattern on her chest in the same placement as her sorceress mark. Her features had been shifted so her aristocratic human features were replaced by the long snout of a fox. She bared her teeth at the image in front of her, sharp incisors taking the place of her previously dull teeth. Anger welled up in Sayviel. She couldn't lash out with her magic any longer, so she did the only thing that she could.
Her claws cracked the mirror, a shard of it stabbing into her clawed hand. Pain lanced through her as crimson dribbled down from her wound, but she didn't stop her destruction. Drapes, sheets, furniture, nothing was safe from Sayviel's wrath. Once she had expended all of her energy, the woman collapsed on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. Sayviel had never been one to feel helpless. She had always been able to use her wits and magic to get out of any situation placed before her. Yet here she was with everything she held dear taken from her in one fell swoop. It was tempting to give in to Catrin in order to regain her previous glory. But Sayviel was defiant if anything. To give Catrin that victory was a fate worse than death for Sayviel. But then again, so was being so disconnected from her magic and humanity. Perhaps time would tell which was truly worse.
So the woman closed her eyes and let herself have this moment of grieving. After this, she would need to start strategizing a plan. If she was going to go down in flames, she was going to take that sorceress with her. After her discussion with Celeste, she had arranged for a maid to come take care of the house while she focused on her options and devised some manner of entrapping Catrin so that she would be forced to return Sayviel to her former glory. Unfortunately, she had assumed that there was going to be plenty of time between the present and this maid of Celeste's arrival. Too bad that this woman was exceptionally punctual!
SolitaryCryptid
The room was lit by the brilliant rays of the sun shining in through a window, and she took a moment to appreciate the soothing blue theme of the room. While most had associated Sayviel with the flames that seemed to always leap to her command when her temper flared, Sayviel had always favored blue. It reminded her of simpler times, learning to contain her magic with the sea as a backdrop. Better for a woman with an affinity for the elements, especially fire, to practice near a body of water should things spiral out of control. Especially one with such a flair for the dramatic as Sayviel Tempeste.
The cloak that she had used to hide her form while she made her way by car to her estate fell away, and she reached out a clawed paw to touch the items on her dresser. Everything was exactly as she had left it. That was both comforting and heartbreaking. Though nothing had really prepared Sayviel for when she lifted her head to allow her azure eyes to meet her reflection. Rather than a beautiful young woman with alabaster skin and a confident smirk on her petal pink lips, she was greeted with the sight of the monster she had become. Thick fur the color of a moonless night covered her body from the tip of her slightly pointed canid ears to the end of her long, fluffy tail. The only mark of color on her form was a silver star pattern on her chest in the same placement as her sorceress mark. Her features had been shifted so her aristocratic human features were replaced by the long snout of a fox. She bared her teeth at the image in front of her, sharp incisors taking the place of her previously dull teeth. Anger welled up in Sayviel. She couldn't lash out with her magic any longer, so she did the only thing that she could.
Her claws cracked the mirror, a shard of it stabbing into her clawed hand. Pain lanced through her as crimson dribbled down from her wound, but she didn't stop her destruction. Drapes, sheets, furniture, nothing was safe from Sayviel's wrath. Once she had expended all of her energy, the woman collapsed on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. Sayviel had never been one to feel helpless. She had always been able to use her wits and magic to get out of any situation placed before her. Yet here she was with everything she held dear taken from her in one fell swoop. It was tempting to give in to Catrin in order to regain her previous glory. But Sayviel was defiant if anything. To give Catrin that victory was a fate worse than death for Sayviel. But then again, so was being so disconnected from her magic and humanity. Perhaps time would tell which was truly worse.
So the woman closed her eyes and let herself have this moment of grieving. After this, she would need to start strategizing a plan. If she was going to go down in flames, she was going to take that sorceress with her. After her discussion with Celeste, she had arranged for a maid to come take care of the house while she focused on her options and devised some manner of entrapping Catrin so that she would be forced to return Sayviel to her former glory. Unfortunately, she had assumed that there was going to be plenty of time between the present and this maid of Celeste's arrival. Too bad that this woman was exceptionally punctual!
SolitaryCryptid