I call her the devil
cause she makes me wanna sin
You want to know someone else who enjoys causing problems? Shaytan.
Really it’s just problems for small rodents with fluffy white tails and long ears and those goddamn black button innocent eyes.
She tries to be a good girl - that’s why she’s out here, you know - and she tries to be a productive member of the Chamber. But sometimes cravings and crazy get in the way, and then what’s a freckled girl to to? To borrow a phrase, she is a half-id creature, with one side always at war with the other. Her infatuation for Straia drives her to try and impress the pretty Queen, while the other side says kill! blood! wabbits! yummm… and all the anxiety seems to disappear when those soft little things squeal. So you see, she is a bringer of chaos on a minor level right now - but you must give her time, she’s only three years old.
She’s a big bunny killer, dotted with bay freckles and a dusty white coat from the ash that seems to linger in perpetuity in the Chamber’s air. Life is beginning to spring anew, but they are mere flecks of green amidst a black, charred landscape. It will take years for everything to return to normal. YEARS! Which is why she’s been lingering in the grassy areas for as long as possible. She’s kind of skulking along the edges, paying no mind to the fact that her last recruiting effort was a dismal failure. Her mind drifts to other things, having no sense to disappointment or failure unless it comes from her Queen’s own mouth. A black mare catches her eye as she wanders across her field of vision, and a little lightbulb goes off in Shaytan’s head.
Oh yesssss. That’s what she should be doing.
And then a blue-gray stallion joins the mare, and Shaytan, knowing that four recruiters gives her very little chance, decides she needs to get a move on. The half Spanish Norman moves to join them, smiling with neither her eyes nor her face, because she’s rather bad at reading social cues. But she knows what she wants, and that makes her eyes shine a little too brightly, her voice a little too insistent. “If you’re looking for a home, the Chamber is seeking new members. I’m Shaytan. I live there.”
Shaytan
and every time she knocks
I can't help but let her in