Ouroboros Spine off with your head

Byll had not taken much stock into who led, who followed. She was too unhinged. There were times where she acted the leader, but the truth of it was that she was far too unstable to truly legitimately lead anything. This was not something she recognized or understood. In the head of Byll, it was she who held the reigns when it was ever acknowledged. This only occurred when one of her personalities emerged, who now pressed at the folds of her mind yowling for release.

The voice was felt, and it could not be ignored. This was who Buffalo was faced with this morning, and there was no silence to be had. "No," she sneered, her nostrils flaring indignantly. "Tell me what to do again and you'll pay." These threats were never idle when they came. Her anger was explosive, quick, and though she was small she was reckless in the pain she might cause. Thinking ahead was not a forte. Of course, she, too, was marked and ruined. But if Byll was good for one thing, one thing at all, it was keeping to the character that ruled her mind that given moment.

And she had given in.

She was a woman possessed by many Loa. This was declared by Clarice who had noted the wild changes. Blessed. Byll believed this with all of her heart.

Her gaze was locked upon him, and the testy girl bore her teeth. Try me.