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Thes stands as if the ground might shift beneath them: weight settled over the balls of the feet, knees loose, shoulders squared but never stiff. Their weather-browned skin has the dry, faintly cre...
Keth'ra moves with the patient, deliberate weight of a door being shut. Her petrified-chitin plate has a dry, ridged texture, its translucent amber inlays catching the blue-green funguslight like t...
Vrak'tan stands with the stillness of a carved pillar, his broad, domed carapace catching the lamplight in oily black and old-gold gleams. Fine lineage runes cross the shell in shallow grooves, the...
Tall enough to make doorways seem meaner than they are, Jorren has a long, carefully held posture and the economical movement of someone accustomed to standing watch over a crowd. His skin is pale ...