blood like mercury

At the others question, Byll lifted her head some and grinned eerily. Byll was by no means intimidating, not in stature, and nor did she try for it. It was not a thought. Though there were many irked by her, Byll was not at all intuitive. She imagined all perceived her to be as brilliant as she thought herself, though she naturally was terribly wrong. But Byll sensed something different about the other... And Buffalo was all but forgotten.

"Many," she speaks through that grin, her countenance as ugly as ever. The tip of her tail twitched, childish excitement igniting in her bones, "would you like some?" to worship together, to bathe in the blood of those that would unwillingly sacrifice their lives for her Father. It was not an intentionally omitted detail; she was senseless.