Control comes steadily, no longer a messy piled of tangle of coils.. and soon come the scales, either brand new, or simply smoother than the rough scales one had before.

Standing becomes possible, and slithering.. and intentional.. sensual entwining.

The amount of their former selves is negligible, nearly totally forgotten, now. The glory and truth of serpentdom overtaking everything, blotting out the legged past.

A big old slither-pile, no better place to finish going naga~