Cyrus had sat, waiting patiently and finally it paid off. In her wolf form she trotted to the girls room, and pushed open the door Quietly, she wlaked toward the bed. She took her human aspect then, quickly manuevering her dagger. Her barbed chain still lay in her pocket, and she was ready to with draw it at any moment. Now she sat onthe bed, the dagger's tip touching the girls throat, ready to extract the very life soucre keeping her alive.
Cyrus kept a calm sullen face, and gazed at the girl with peircing red eyes. She kept one hand ready to draw her chain.
" Don't scream. I have some questions, Now are you willing to cooperate? "
Cyrus almost scoffed, but kept her composure. Master Damien had gone through all this trouble, and brought this poor girl here just to try and claim the throne? Would his father even allow this?
She sighed. Who knew now. She had another question, but knew it would be unanswerable by the girl laying in fron tof her. With that , she stood.
" That will be all. "
Taking her wolf form, she gingerly picked the bag in her fangs and trotted to the stairs leading to her room. She bounded up and eventually made it in, taking her human form to shut the door behind her. She laid down serenly on her back and closed her eyes. She must admit she was a bit jealous. Throughout all her years here, she always had something of a crush on Damien, and now here he was with this human.
Cyrus placed a hand on her forhead, brushing back the silver locks as she looked up at the dome ceiling. her shadow slid across the floor and up the wall, parralelling over the window.