[He says something thoughtful in the human language he knows, and tilts his head the other way. She's too bright and clever to be one of the unclaimed ones, even if he doesn't understand the patterns of her hide. And then he changes again into his dragon-shape, circling around her.
He moves like some hybrid of a snake and a tiger—the languid similarity to a wild big cat is too clear to deny, if she's ever seen one. It's smooth, but it's... strange, in the fine details, as if the instincts of movement were arranged from multiple beasts and then ever so carefully stitched and grown together.
He sits like a guardian sphinx, the tip of his long tail flicking slightly, almost like a cat.]
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He moves like some hybrid of a snake and a tiger—the languid similarity to a wild big cat is too clear to deny, if she's ever seen one. It's smooth, but it's... strange, in the fine details, as if the instincts of movement were arranged from multiple beasts and then ever so carefully stitched and grown together.
He sits like a guardian sphinx, the tip of his long tail flicking slightly, almost like a cat.]