Silvia Makoto
Silvia worked diligently, trimming the dead flowers from her beloved bushes. She was inside her hothouse, the one place her siblings did not tend to bother her. The glass house was kept over eighty degrees and the air was thick with humidity and moisture. It was the ideal conditions for a jaguar with a waterfall-fed river running through its core. The vegetation was abundant with hues of pink, green, yellows, and white. Even a few parrots floated above her head, generations of breeding to create the correct blending of colors.
Do not take her the wrong way, however. She loved her siblings dearly but things had become difficult after Mukuro decided to leave the mansion and live separate from them. Silvia was now in control of the younger demons who missed him dearly. The jaguaress had argued fiercely with her brother about his decision, but, like always, he was stubborn. Perhaps moreso than Silvia herself. Silvia felt it was her duty to watch over the younger demons and offer then the compassion Mukuro lacked. Her pride would not allow them to feel sorrow, even if her ways of going about it could appear cold and off coming. As many mother figures quickly realized, their own emotions were to come second of their children, or siblings in this case. Silvia only allowed herself to feel what would benefit her family, and act upon none of it.
Silvia abandoned the well groomed flowers and decided to go for a swim in the artificial river. Her true form loved the water, one of the few felines that could be said to do so. As she stripped and slid into the warm water, her golden eyes flashed as irises narrowed into thin slits of nonexistence. This had only occurred once before over a thousand years ago on the night of humiliation. Without submerging herself fully, Silvia rose from the water and returned her garments to their proper location. Unlike most of her siblings, her dress did not change with the times as she still wore a golden undershirt, a brown corset and skirt that fell just below her knees. Her slightly curled hair was freed from her bun and was allowed to cascade down her shoulders as she returned to the mansion's Great Room. As expected, Mukuro was there and waiting. She was excited to see him again, but her emotions remained withdrawn knowing he would not appreciate the display and that it was not the time nor place for it to occur. "Brother," she said with a firm nod. Mukuro was the only sibling she did not refer to by name, as if it were her way of showing the elder man respect. And respect she had for him as she allowed Mukuro to make all the family decisions that required his input. Mukuro was the only person Silvia would she any form of obedience toward.
"You felt it is also, didn't you?" she said, a purr curling inside her voice. "Well, what do you think we should do? We have only been waiting for a thousand years," she said, a slight taunt hidden inside her voice.