Cassiopeia had not expected it to so easy, joining Dies Irae that is. No, she had expected something more... grandiose? She supposed. Some mighty challenge only a fearsome warrior could pass, or a cunning riddle that challenged even the sharpest mind, or perhaps a feat of bravery that called for the strongest wills. No such challenge had been levied against her, though she had been accepted all the same. It was a victory, though admittedly a hollow one at that. A part of the Kaijin woman was disappointed it had not been more difficult, she had mentally worked herself up for the trial of a lifetime. It was a far cry from what'd she'd envisioned on her long voyage across the seas.
Unsure of what exactly to do with herself since admittance, Cassiopeia had been given a small, but modest bedroom in the East Wing. She didn't much mind the cramped bedchambers, she expected as much being only a neophyte. Though the bed itself was much too small, and she'd need do something to remedy that effective immediately. The woman unpacked what few possessions she had, a single trunk of luggage filled with her clothing, jewelry, and worldly possessions. She did her best to make the small room feel as homey as she could, before undressing herself. Cassiopeia stank of the sea, no amount of heat could burn off the smell of salt water from her hair or clothes. Stripping down completely she discarded her dress to a dirty clothes hamper, retrieving an identical doppelganger from her trunk and dressing herself in an over-sized bathrobe.
Clad only in bathroom attire, with shampoo and soaps under her arm and a towel draped over her shoulder, the Kaijin made her way to the nearest bathroom. She enjoyed a refreshing bath, scrubbing away the ocean's grime and wasting the better part of an hour in the warm water. Her tail always took the longest to wash, the massive segmented appendage shed scales constantly, and grime easily compacted between its armored segments. Some soap, a good brush, and deep scrubbing was always needed to properly clean her reptilian tail.
When Cassiopeia emerged she felt like a new woman, her long mane of black hair tied up above her head wrapped in a towel, she donned her black dress and tidied herself up in the washroom before returning to her bedroom. At her core, the Kaijin woman was vane, exceedingly so. She prided herself on her great beauty, relishing the lust filled looks she received regularly. Though admittedly, they were less common among now that she had journeyed away from Monster Island... The human tended to look upon her with a mixture of concern and even fear. Between her towering height and her monstrous tail, they worried what exactly she was capable of.
Now with truly nothing better to do to preoccupy her time, Cassiopeia was at a loss for what to do. She hadn't had this much free time in... far too long. She mused to herself on what exactly to do, before a wide smile crossed her plush lips. The woman quickly made her way to the mess hall, requesting a bucket of fresh caught fish. Though initially confused, the chefs on hand begrudgingly obliged, and gave her the latest of the fresh catch they'd bought. The Kaijin made her way outside, heading towards the Trial Grounds that loomed behind the guild hall proper. Finding a comfortable stony ledge to rest on, Cassiopeia stretched herself out on her stomach to enjoy the warm midday sun.
With her chin resting in her ample cleavage like a pair of soft pillows, and her long tail stretched out behind her, the woman was in paradise. She reached lazily for a fish, holding it before her and breathing out a steady stream of flame from her mouth to flambé the fish to a delicious golden brown. She happily snapped them up, nearly swallowing her treats whole as the woman gobbled them up one by one. "I could get used to this..." She mused to herself aloud, before tossing another lightly seared fish into her hungry maw. And so, like a pampered lizard, Cassiopeia lay there sprawled out in the sun without a care in the world.
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Unsure of what exactly to do with herself since admittance, Cassiopeia had been given a small, but modest bedroom in the East Wing. She didn't much mind the cramped bedchambers, she expected as much being only a neophyte. Though the bed itself was much too small, and she'd need do something to remedy that effective immediately. The woman unpacked what few possessions she had, a single trunk of luggage filled with her clothing, jewelry, and worldly possessions. She did her best to make the small room feel as homey as she could, before undressing herself. Cassiopeia stank of the sea, no amount of heat could burn off the smell of salt water from her hair or clothes. Stripping down completely she discarded her dress to a dirty clothes hamper, retrieving an identical doppelganger from her trunk and dressing herself in an over-sized bathrobe.
Clad only in bathroom attire, with shampoo and soaps under her arm and a towel draped over her shoulder, the Kaijin made her way to the nearest bathroom. She enjoyed a refreshing bath, scrubbing away the ocean's grime and wasting the better part of an hour in the warm water. Her tail always took the longest to wash, the massive segmented appendage shed scales constantly, and grime easily compacted between its armored segments. Some soap, a good brush, and deep scrubbing was always needed to properly clean her reptilian tail.
When Cassiopeia emerged she felt like a new woman, her long mane of black hair tied up above her head wrapped in a towel, she donned her black dress and tidied herself up in the washroom before returning to her bedroom. At her core, the Kaijin woman was vane, exceedingly so. She prided herself on her great beauty, relishing the lust filled looks she received regularly. Though admittedly, they were less common among now that she had journeyed away from Monster Island... The human tended to look upon her with a mixture of concern and even fear. Between her towering height and her monstrous tail, they worried what exactly she was capable of.
Now with truly nothing better to do to preoccupy her time, Cassiopeia was at a loss for what to do. She hadn't had this much free time in... far too long. She mused to herself on what exactly to do, before a wide smile crossed her plush lips. The woman quickly made her way to the mess hall, requesting a bucket of fresh caught fish. Though initially confused, the chefs on hand begrudgingly obliged, and gave her the latest of the fresh catch they'd bought. The Kaijin made her way outside, heading towards the Trial Grounds that loomed behind the guild hall proper. Finding a comfortable stony ledge to rest on, Cassiopeia stretched herself out on her stomach to enjoy the warm midday sun.
With her chin resting in her ample cleavage like a pair of soft pillows, and her long tail stretched out behind her, the woman was in paradise. She reached lazily for a fish, holding it before her and breathing out a steady stream of flame from her mouth to flambé the fish to a delicious golden brown. She happily snapped them up, nearly swallowing her treats whole as the woman gobbled them up one by one. "I could get used to this..." She mused to herself aloud, before tossing another lightly seared fish into her hungry maw. And so, like a pampered lizard, Cassiopeia lay there sprawled out in the sun without a care in the world.
Word Count: 725