Daughters of the Scorpion

These women seem to be made from the most darkly burnished steel, wrought iron or darkness itself, but they move in constant, perfectly silent bursts. The live in the pit of The Scorpion and Its Children They regularly clean its plates of parasites and dust, and cultivate the great pit in which it rests, dextrously manipulating drifts of sand to better expose The Scorpion to the Sun, or create a more effective wind block. Nightly they raise their voices in ritual song, the only time they make any noises at all, a song of mindless praise said to curse the ears of any who should hear it, a paean to this great monster, an alien master that rarely moves, or wakes, or gives any sign whatsoever that it even knows they are present.

They come in two varieties, Little Daughter and Elder Daughter, one tiny and scurrying, the other slow and hulking, all of them apparently immortal, never tiring of their ceaseless labor and worship of The Scorpion. Responding to unseen cues, they will furiously and faithfully defend The Scorpion from any intruders. The smaller versions are by far the more numerous, and attack with clever ruthlessness, while the larger ones prefer staggering force, but they both leap to protect the Scorpion from any perceived threat, and their sheer numbers are usually enough to overwhelm any interloper without their Dread Father even waking from his slumber.