For all of Shaytan’s lack of… showable effort (in the way that Killdare and Warship show their effort), she is one of the Chamber’s most unusual and fervent supporters. On second thought, that dedication is probably more of a personal thing. She worships the ground Straia walks on, and that ground just so happens to be the Chamber. Were her previous brown and white lady to have a sudden change of heart and decide she wants to be a do-gooder, Shaytan would probably be more than a little confused, but follow her around anyway. Kind of like a much bigger, much more intelligent bird.
She eyes the petulant boy with the meanest murderous glare she can muster. Which is surprisingly, a lot. Shaytan is broad and bulky, and has a fanged bunny on her chest. She hasn’t an inch of maternal instinct for this young, brash boy. “They are the Queen’s birds, they know everything,” she hisses at him, as if that were all the explanation that is needed. It never occurs to her that he may not know who Straia is.
None of the images she’d seen recently have this crazy guy in him. Therefore, he is negligible and not to be respected. “What are you doing here, anyways?” she asks after a moment. That should have been the first question, but Shaytan’s never been particularly good with numbers.
shaytan
when people run in circles, it's a very, very mad world