I call her the devil
cause she makes me wanna sin
No bunnies?! That may just break Shaytan’s little black heart.
But like all creatures, she will adapt and evolve. And the bunnies will be safe (for now). Don’t worry, little queen, Shaytan doesn’t like squirrels. They taste a little too nutty. And they chitter obnoxiously. She’s likely to go mad with all their noise before she ever catches one. That is, if she isn’t mad already.
Shaytan slowly turns to head to look at the ashen, painted queen. She smiles winningly (as she has always done with adults) at her, because it seems like the proper thing to do, regardless of whomever she is. The truth is that she’d only heard that the Chamber was empty, not who ruled it (and even then, she might be well behind the times). But this mare seems to belong (at least she moves like she does, as if the land is hers), and at the moment, she is the only one that can point Shaytan in the right direction. Does she want to go left or right or up or down or maybe diagonally? And what about circles or diamonds or parallelograms?
You see? Shaytan needs some sort of compass. Not necessarily a moral compass. Just… someone to say hey, don’t do that. Or clean your room! Or forbid her to eat the squirrels.
“Hello Straia… I’m Shaytan. If this is the Chamber, I was thinking of living here. But I didn’t know it looked like this.”
What she means is: She didn’t know there wouldn’t be any place for the bunnies.
Shaytan
and every time she knocks
I can't help but let her in