Silvertip Mountain antipathy

i love 'em

Byll grinned at her brothers words, though not due to the fact that she was pleased by them. She grinned because she was right, as she always (in her demented head) was. "Mhm!" She chirps, all the more willing to be compliant due to his acceptance of her words, and her tail waves in a whip-like manner. "We can both do that," she decides quickly, "Fix 'em up." It sounded like fun, and she did enjoy fun. The forever child smiles eerily this time, though the expression falls as he bumps roughly into her.

"WE DON'T LIKE THAT," she erupts, and her lips froth with saliva and drool that stretches as she opens her jaw and flies everywhere when they click shut. It was not a pretty picture, nor was her reaction to his fleeing. Triumphant she felt, but Byll was not clean by any means. She feels her lack of control as her limb stretches out to move to trip him. Even envisioning him toppling down did not stop her, but a movement to the side of her did.

Luck was in her brothers favor. Byll, possessed by a vengeful Loa, wanted to exact revenge on this distraction, now... "We should start," she hums breathlessly, swinging her muzzle in his direction. Fixing them.