Blue
The first thing he noticed wasn't his large fur paw or the harsh growl that gritted his words; no, it was the fact that he had lost the colours of his world. There were no more green veins in the grey marble as he skidded and stumbled on his clawed feet. He could no longer see the red in the plush as his nails raked through the fibres of grey velvet trying to anchor his body upright. He glimpsed at the enchantress and found that through the glow he could no longer distinguish her features, although he was certain that she was smirking at him as she faded to into the dark castle. There was no more gold, no more red and no more green.
It was only now that he began to notice the other changes in his appearance, his hands that were gripping the chair were covered in fur, and his feet that were slipping underneath him were clawed. What else? He wondered. With one paw to steady him, he raked through hair to find more; he found his distorted snout, the sharpened points of his fangs, more hair, contours of his deadly horns, more hair. Panic and fear increased with his breathing as something in his throat growled; no, rather he growled as he feared that this was all too real. Is this real? Oh god, how much fur is there? How long are my horns? Do I really have horns? How bad is this? What have I become? How bad is this?
He tried to run, but as he continued to lose his balance his run became a slow crawl on hands and feet to the nearest mirror, which was in the drawing room. He had to look, to see how badly he had changed. Maybe it was a slight of hand? The enchantress only made him feel like this and when he would look in the mirror he would see his old self and his world would be coloured again…it just had to be. The drawing room took forever to get to, as his nails seized the door frame, he saw it, that thing, it was awful, those claws, the horns, hair, nose, fangs and his eyes lost in shadow; that wretched witch.
If the trip to the drawing room took forever, the hunt and destruction of every mirror until the west wing was so quick, even he couldn't remember how he got there or how many objects had been eradicated. He wanted to get away from this, shame and grief took over him and all he wanted to do was seal himself away from this world and, more importantly, himself, how could he escape all this?
His door was flung open to reveal his smug portrait. He looked out of his balcony as the canvas hung in shreds on the frame, out into his grey, dark world without being haunted by his eyes.
There was no more blue.