10-31-2015, 10:37 PM
Shaytan lingers in the shadows, her mind filled with visions of Straia's death and vengeful bunnies. It's weird, ever since she's returned from whatever the hell that place was, she's been filled with the urge to lurk in the shadows. Her mouth waters when others enter her domain, regardless of their size.
Like this idiotic mare; Shay watches her cross the Chamber's borders and it immediately sets her on edge. So when the mare pauses to speak (to no one in particular), the spotted mare barrels forward, her voice no more than an enraged hiss. Her ears fall back to the top of her skull, and she snaps and bares her teeth.
"You are treapassing, woman. We do not accept idiots who can't understand the simple meaning of borders." She lunges forward, intent on pushing the other out - and as she is half Spanish Norman, she is broad and bulky enough to use her weight to her advantage. "Get. Out!"
Besides, Strain has enough admirerers. And the tobiano mare is Shay's.
Like this idiotic mare; Shay watches her cross the Chamber's borders and it immediately sets her on edge. So when the mare pauses to speak (to no one in particular), the spotted mare barrels forward, her voice no more than an enraged hiss. Her ears fall back to the top of her skull, and she snaps and bares her teeth.
"You are treapassing, woman. We do not accept idiots who can't understand the simple meaning of borders." She lunges forward, intent on pushing the other out - and as she is half Spanish Norman, she is broad and bulky enough to use her weight to her advantage. "Get. Out!"
Besides, Strain has enough admirerers. And the tobiano mare is Shay's.