[ Koltira's leaning against this tree--or more precisely, he's lolling against it, his limbs loose, his neck arched back. He feels curiously, horribly boneless, and wonders if this is the sensation he's been missing for so many years. He can't say he enjoys it.
When he hears Masamune approach, his long ears prick forward.
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[ Koltira's leaning against this tree--or more precisely, he's lolling against it, his limbs loose, his neck arched back. He feels curiously, horribly boneless, and wonders if this is the sensation he's been missing for so many years. He can't say he enjoys it.
When he hears Masamune approach, his long ears prick forward.
He drawls, his voice rough and guttural. ]
Ah. The not-quite beyond human.