09-22-2015, 09:52 AM
For whatever reason (she doesn’t particularly care, she probably would have trailed along anyway), they let her come, perhaps thinking that at the very least the freak will add to their number and can do them no harm. And in that vein of thought, they’re mostly correct; the worst Shaytan could do would be to get herself captured, or maybe even die. The best would be to actually help in some fashion. If she an avoid getting sidetracked by the bunnies.
Always the bunnies. The bunnies will always win. There’s something about the way those beady eyes eyes grow wide and dark in terror, the way they scream in pain when she begins to crush their little furry bodies. And then the way the blood pools beneath her hooves is just… fascinating. Oooh, her eyes could roll back in her head just thinking about it. Last time she was here (how long ago was that with Erebor?) she left a mini massacre in her wake.
Now isn’t really the right time. But a girl’s gotta indulge a little.
And she’s been so good lately.
The group arrives at the edge of the Gates, and with Shaytan in the back, she simply slinks away to the tall grasses where they were found before. These bunnies are unafraid. They hop eagerly around her legs, and it doesn’t take her long to catch one and messily dispatch of it.
Oh god, that was too easy. Here is where she will come from now on, to get her bloody fix. She will slink in and slink out and it will be easy and perfect and no one will ever know.
Bunny blood once against staining her bay freckled (now slightly graying) lips, she returns to the rest of the group to find them already in the midst of things. Oh yeah.They were here to do a thing, and that was definitely the smell of smoke in the air. Shaytan misses all the orders, but it doesn’t really matter, because none of them were for her. A quick glance around sees a lone defender hurtling towards Gryffen, and while she doesn’t particularly like the red-eyed fiend, they are on the same team. So Shaytan, with her awkwardly big half Spanish-Norman body and absolutely no battle experience whatsoever, launches herself perpendicularly at the Gates man. To do what? She doesn’t know. But she’s somewhat large and has blood smeared across her mouth and is pretty much just a reckless wrecking ball headed straight for Kronk.
Always the bunnies. The bunnies will always win. There’s something about the way those beady eyes eyes grow wide and dark in terror, the way they scream in pain when she begins to crush their little furry bodies. And then the way the blood pools beneath her hooves is just… fascinating. Oooh, her eyes could roll back in her head just thinking about it. Last time she was here (how long ago was that with Erebor?) she left a mini massacre in her wake.
Now isn’t really the right time. But a girl’s gotta indulge a little.
And she’s been so good lately.
The group arrives at the edge of the Gates, and with Shaytan in the back, she simply slinks away to the tall grasses where they were found before. These bunnies are unafraid. They hop eagerly around her legs, and it doesn’t take her long to catch one and messily dispatch of it.
Oh god, that was too easy. Here is where she will come from now on, to get her bloody fix. She will slink in and slink out and it will be easy and perfect and no one will ever know.
Bunny blood once against staining her bay freckled (now slightly graying) lips, she returns to the rest of the group to find them already in the midst of things. Oh yeah.They were here to do a thing, and that was definitely the smell of smoke in the air. Shaytan misses all the orders, but it doesn’t really matter, because none of them were for her. A quick glance around sees a lone defender hurtling towards Gryffen, and while she doesn’t particularly like the red-eyed fiend, they are on the same team. So Shaytan, with her awkwardly big half Spanish-Norman body and absolutely no battle experience whatsoever, launches herself perpendicularly at the Gates man. To do what? She doesn’t know. But she’s somewhat large and has blood smeared across her mouth and is pretty much just a reckless wrecking ball headed straight for Kronk.