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

A devilish smirk curled her lips despite the warmth that colored her cheeks, discolored orbs squinting in mirth as they lay upon the parting seas of grass. 

Fucking. Getting high. Speaking with the gods, divining the true path to our new home. 

"Forming plans for an empire," the witch answered diplomatically, "in which Nikan is ruler." 

"What have you been up to?" The chestnut bitch cast a bemused look to the side, in Serem's direction, as the casual question fell oddly from her bewitching tongue.