I was looking for a breath of life
another taste of divine rush
Straia does not seem happy about the prospect of the broken down gift. The mare reminds her of the broken toys, the ones tortured by Nerissa, terrified of play time and yet resigned to their fate. As if they, themselves, do not have the power to get up and walk away. No control over their minds. Victims to the monstrous giantess. Completely at another’s mercy and bound to their whims.
Something curls inside Shaytan, and twists warmly, awakening a different type of hunger. She doesn’t begin to salivate at the thought of dead bunnies, though she can feel the itch begin again at the top of her jaws.
The power… the idea of power. The desire to dominate. She hasn’t the slightest clue how to do it, or where to find someone to do it to (besides the half-grown shadow at her side, who already knows how to avoid her snaps and slaps and kicks). That slight hitch in plans is irrelevant. Shaytan finds that she likes the way the skin-and-bones mare quivers under the white stallion’s watchful eyes. Aoki thinks her eyes are cavernous and dreary - but oh, that’s because she didnt know what she wanted to do until now. (Except for Straia, she knows how she feels about her beautiful Queen). Something in her sparks and starts the wheels turning, which makes her eyes shift, almost imperceptibly.
There she is. There’s the Shaytan they’ve all been waiting for.
Sayaa doesn’t notice her mother’s blossoming, while her attention is focused on the nearly dead captive. Her little black nose scrunches up in confusion, and then her ears flick back (more in distress than fear or anger) when the mare falls to her knees. Oh. That isn’t good. That isn’t good at all. Maybe it is Sayaa’s true nature coming out, or the need to feel some sort of love in her life, or just the innocence of a child. Whatever the case may be, she tentatively steps forward during Aoki’s pleading and curls up beside her. Comfort is all the child wants, and if it is all that Sayaa wants, then this wretched creature must want it to. She doesn’t really know what to say, though. Crow sounds scary. She couldn’t possibly help Aoki with Crow.
Shaytan glances around at her Queen and the Hunter and the Hunted. "Crow?" she says, in question to her ramblings. Who was this Crow, and how could she be more like him?
Shaytan
so many lives
so many pairs of eyes