Delilah and the servants had managed to contain the fire, and were slowly wining the war. At some point Delilah had slid out her knife and torn through her dress at the knee so it didn't catch fire. Her hair was tired up in a ribbon to keep it out of the way. She was smudged all over with ash, but somehow she still managed to look breathtaking. It took a lot of effort and hands to achieve, but they managed to douse the flames completely.

As soon at the flames were out Delilah dashed into the ruined front of her home. The first floor was almost completely black from all of the smoke damaged. The stairs leading to the basement were charred at the top, but as she descended less and less damaged seemed to have been done. Dashing down the hall to her room Delilah practically kicked her door open. The only damage that seemed to have been door was the lingering scent of smoke. 

Her room housed two wardrobes, one held her more feminine dresses. They ranged from simple peasant dresses to elegant ball gowns. There was an entire separate wardrobe for what she wore on her hunts. It was full of form filling clothes that really weren't it for a lady. Trousers that clung to her legs and let her move along with fitted long sleeved button downs and jackets to hold her weapons, all in black. Tearing off her dress she pulled on her hunters clothes. She had tight pants in black fabric in a specially woven material made to be stretchy. Her black shirt was high collared and her back jacket was knee length. To top off the outfit she pulled on knee high black boots over the pants.

She looked like a dark avenging angel as she pulled weapons off her wall. A silver knife went up each of her sleeves and a take went into the holster sewed into the inside of her cloak. Before she left her room she looked at herself in the mirror. By god, she was a mess. She frowned at herself and took her hair down before shaking it out. Putting her curls up in a neater pony tail she stalked out of the room.

Her steps were totally silent as she got into the mood of a hunt. The servants didn't notice her as she walked through the house and slipped outside.