[Koltira smiles at the groan, holding Bariyan in a way that would seem tender at a distance: one hand on his lower back, the other cupping his chin. When Bariyan looks away, Koltira tightens his grip on the man's jaw, forcing him to look back, to see what's become of him. The bloodless entrails glisten in the unearthly twilight cast by the runeblade, which Koltira has placed nearby on the grass. The broken bone, the soft, exposed viscera, and the expression on Bariyan's face--these are not disgusting to Koltira, not in his present state. On the contrary, the scene is exquisite.
He runs a claw over Bariyan's chin, raking his jawline until he settles just below the left ear. Carefully, to test the reaction, Koltira plucks at one of the red stitches sewn in a bit further down, slipping a claw beneath the string and slowly pulling it away from the skin.]
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He runs a claw over Bariyan's chin, raking his jawline until he settles just below the left ear. Carefully, to test the reaction, Koltira plucks at one of the red stitches sewn in a bit further down, slipping a claw beneath the string and slowly pulling it away from the skin.]