Ouroboros Spine I take my t-shirt off, swing it around my head

Fire auds rose to attention like autumn leaves caught in a gale, jade and amethyst gems rising to lock upon the svelte shape of the dark femme as she manifested from the brush. 

Recognition glimmered in the witch's gaze and a faint smirk twisted her lips. Chestnut plume swept like a pendulum once, twice, in pleasure. Even better than a meal was the dark woman who had once aspired to lead alongside the darkling. She had abandoned as well but if Nikan could be forgiven, then why not Serem?

"So they do," Pixie rasped softly in agreement, trailing a pace closer. 

"You will find some things have changed, however," Pixie informed her, fawn crown canting slightly to the side. "You see, it is now I who will be at Nikan's side, though you may find opportunity to aide in leadership as well."

Serem could very well rise to the role of Nirah amongst the Serpent horde but only if she could accept the shift in power presented.