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Nickname: Glasses Man
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Gender: Male

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Description: A glasses-wearing male.

Status: Awake, a bit groggy.

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(Time Frame: Lunar Festival, Adult)

That howl!

That dratted howl! Tsukikaijuu could feel it's presence as though it was a kyn of its own. He wanted to find it, whatever it was. The young lunar kyn wasn't even sure why. He just did.

But that human...! Tsukikaijuu's paws in the steady rhythm that he now knew was called pacing. The bespectacled human sat some distance away from the pacing kyn, his back leaning against the cave's wall. For a while, the human thought he would pace a dent in the floor, but said nothing. When Tsuki was like this...

"Come with me."

"I already told you, no."

"Why? Are you afraid?"

"No. It's suicidal, Tsukikaijuu."

The lunar kyn looked over his shoulder at the human, his eyes demanding an explaination.

"You'll kill yourself in the process.”

"If it starts looking bad, we'll leave."

"It doesn't work like that."

"Maybe dying would be better than rotting here forever.

The human tilted his head, his glasses catching the reflection of the moon. Tsukikaijuu could no longer see his eyes. "Is that so? I'd much rather live a long life, thank you." Something about the way he said it simply set Tsukikaijuu off.

Maybe it was the fact that he had been denying the kyn adventure for the past few days. Maybe it was something else. But now Tsukikaijuu had taken enough of his human's idiocy (his word of the day). He turned towards the spectacled human, snarling. "Fine. I'll offer you two options. One, you can come willingly. Two, I can knock you out and drag you with me."

The human put on the most annoying look he could. The one where the edges of his mouth curved upwards, similar to a smile, but with an air of 'I'm so much better than you!' about it. Tsukikaijuu didn't know what it was called- Only that he hated it.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me.."

The spectacled human's ‘smile’ widened as he stood, stretching leisurely. Tsukikaijuu snarled at him. His glasses became clear again as he pushed them up the bridge of his muzzle, revealing his dark eyes.

All at once, the lunar kyn burst into motion. He lunged at the human, swiping a paw at the side of his head. Not knowing how much the human could take, he made sure to not hit him too hard. The human's eyes widened as he tried to take a step back, but was too slow to dodge the blow.

He bent over, falling to his knees, the glasses falling off his head in the process. Both of his long, slender paws reached towards the side of his head that had been hit. He tilted his head down, looking away from the kyn's face. "Come on." He showed no sign of hearing the kyn.

Tsukikaijuu knew he hadn't died, because he could hear the human breathing. In fact, he was breathing in short, irregular gasps. The kyn had never heard such an odd noise before in his (rather short) life. "I didn't hit you that hard. Are you dying?" He poked the human in the head with his nose, making sure to stay away from the hit-spot.

The human continued to gasp, and said nothing.

Confused and not knowing what to do, the kyn simply sat down and listened to the human. Now that he thought about it, the short breaths probably wasn't a good thing. "I knew humans were fragile, because they always get beat up in the stories you tell me...but I didn't think you were that weak."

He was surprised, and even relieved, to hear a reply. "Don't ever..." the human gasped, "do that again." The human looked up, swiping a paw over his face gently. Tsukikaijuu was surprised to see water on his muzzle.

"Hey, I didn't know you could make water."

The human gave him a look that Tsukikaijuu could identify as a snarl, even though it was rather weak. Humans simply didn't have the teeth to give a kyn a menacing snarl. "They're called tears. Humans produce them from their eyes when they're sad, mad, or hurt."

Sad, mad, or hurt.

"But, how do you tell which one the human that is making tears is feeling?"

Tsukikaijuu's human looked away, gasping again. "You just do. Look at what happened before they started crying. Crying is what happens when a human makes tears."

Think, think…! What happened that would make him cry?

Why would he be sad? Or mad, really. And surely I didn’t hit him that hard…Or maybe humans are that fragile?

“Are you…are you hurt?”

The human gasped, but this time it seemed more controlled, and a bit more gentle. “Don’t…do that again. We humans aren’t as strong as kyn like you.” His paws left the spot. One reached for the glasses, while the other brushed across his face, knocking the tears away.

A few seconds later, the human was standing, pushing his glasses up his muzzle as though nothing had happened. For a few moments his paw lingered over his face. He took a deep breath, then exhaled it. His paws then fell back to his sides.

“I’m sorry.”

“Just don’t do it again.”

Tsukikaijuu looked down at his own paws, wondering how he could have hurt his human so easily. But two questions kept nagging at him.

“Human?”

While Tsukikaijuu hadn’t been watching, he had turned and was starting to enter the cave again. The human turned his head, looking at the kyn over his shoulder. “Eh?”

“Why were you gasping so…”

“Raggedly? That is called sobbing. It’s something humans do when they cry.” He turned and began to walk into the cave.

“W-wait!? Why are you going back in the cave?”

The human acted as though he hadn’t heard him, and continued walking.

The kyn lunged forward, maneuvering in front of him. “Don’t make me hurt you, human.” After what happened, would I really do that again?

His eyes widened, but otherwise he remained in control of his emotions. The human tried to step around the kyn, but Tsukikaijuu moved back in his way.

“Come on. Lets just look around the cave, if nothing else…!”

The human’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Do we have to?”

“If you want me to leave you alone for any moment of the day, yes.”

The human muttered something under his breath that Tsukikaijuu didn’t understand, before turning and snarling at the forest outside. “…fine.”

Tsukikaijuu couldn’t help the grin that came on his face. “Finally!”

Under the Eyes of the Monstrous Moon, Liberty finds her home.
(Part Two)

We live in darkness, and see only darkness,
That is, until you remember to turn on the light.

Above his head, the man knew the clouds were thinning, light slowly beginning to peer through the clouds. The moon was slowly disappearing behind the tree tops, monstrously huge in its fading moments. On the other side came the sun, bold and golden, slowly rising to her throne atop the sky.

But in its final moments, the moon shone her precious silver light upon the clearing that the man lay in, illuminating the area briefly before it was plunged into darkness again. The human couldn’t help but notice the odd something lying in the bush nearby.

But he felt tired, broken. For now, there was no point in moving. His tear-stained face was covered in the darkness that was slowly breaking into the dawn’s early light, but even that light could not lighten the man’s heart.

His light had since wandered away through the bushes, following an invisible path that his bonded could not follow.

There is no point in staying here any longer. The man managed to force himself, wobbling, to his feet. He seemed apathic, almost as though he was dead to the waking world around him, his dark eyes clouded and dull.

Slowly the man forced himself to take a step forward, then another. He knew not where his Tsuki’s den was at this point, but hoped that he was going in the correct direction. Five steps, six steps, seven steps…
He stopped, his glasses shimmering in the growing light. The source of that glimmer was…!?

But he was unable to form another coherent thought- To his left was an egg.

It had some of the most peculiar markings that the man had seen: It was almost solid white, except for red and blue stripes crossing over it. The egg was in the form of the crescent moon, designating it as a lunar kyn.
Like Tsukikaijuu.

The hole in the human’s chest ached. But without a human, would this little kyn survive once it hatched? Or would he make another mistake, hurting himself or the little kyn? For a moment he wished he was free, liberated of this pain. But he knew that it would never go away.

The man stooped over, and then picked up the egg. Surely a horrible life is better than no life at all?

Several hours later, at almost midday, the egg was lying in a sandy pit in a well shaded cave. He did not know how he had made his way home, but he had. The spectacled human peered at the egg, and then turned to the entrance of the cave. His eyes stared out into the day, beyond the forest, beyond even the earth, and there was his precious Tsuki.

Now the hole in his heart seemed to flare and catch fire. Why, why did you leave me here by myself? You just couldn’t listen, could you? No…Don’t listen to the stupid, two-legged human. I was right in the end, though, wasn’t I? Now…you might be gone forever.

But even as these bitter thoughts ran through his head, tears of sadness filled his eyes at the thought of the silver lunar kyn who may never come home.

Give one, take one.
Although you lose one and gain another lover, pet, or whatever,
however,
You never lose the pain you gain.

(From: The True Kyn.)

This is it.

The lunar's upper lip twitched, but he did not snarl. There was no point in him staying any longer- Nothing awaited him here. He gave one last, bitter look to each of the flying Kyn in turn, eyes narrowed, before he pulled himself into a trot and began to meander away in the direction that he had come.

He was pissed- There was no way around it. His instincts had told him to attack for the simple fact that he could. But his reasoning had managed to hold, for he realized that fighting would have no effect on anything except for spilling blood needlessly.

Slowly trees began to grow around his running form, and soon the forest became thicker and thicker. As he ran, he thought. He thought about whether he would help send other Kyn to a life of luxury while he stayed behind, never getting to see this wondrous place known as the Black Temple.

But still...the story of the Mother-Kyn and the Man-Child lingered in the back of his mind. To not help would practically be murder- Tsuki didn't want that.

But he wanted an adventure. An adventure like the others, the flying Kyn. But now adventure was out of his reach.

The lunar slowed to a walk as he reached that dreaded place. He peered up at the foreboding cave entrance, dark eyes narrow. He pricked his ears, listening for sound. Had the human left already?

But what he heard did not please him at all.

"Human."

"Hwah-mahn?" A little, high-pitched voice squeaked.

Tsuki had been replaced already. Instinctively he growled, and suddenly the high-pitched voice was silent. Through the entrance of the cave appeared a little baby Kyn, her blue eyes peering at the larger in wonder.

He snarled at the little one, and then took off into the forest. He had decided now: The Kyn would tell others about the True Kyn's desperate call for flying Kyn. He would hate every moment of it, but murder was simply out of the question.

But he simply couldn't face that damn human. He had adopted another Kyn in his place, without even waiting a day to see if he would return. Tsuki was now running as fast as he could, faster, faster. He ran on for what seemed like forever, not knowing where he would end up.

He honestly didn't care.

(..As if I could ever write something that wasn't depressing.)

Black Moon

Swallowed by ever-circling memories,
Inside my eyes, the image of you passing me by flickers.
In order to make amends for all the things I'm short of, I searched, barefoot, like this...

On that day, controlled by the enchanting smile you gave me, I fell in love...
Your feelings, which wax and wane like the moon, aren't visible to me.

The man had tried to forget, but his memories simply would not leave his exhausted mind alone. With every day that passed, he felt as though his life was literally being drained from his body.

Now Liberty was large enough to hunt on her own, yet still not an adult. She was growing up, and quickly, the bespectacled man realized, but he was no longer able to watch her progress.

For a few days now, the man had taken ill and been bed-ridden. When Liberty wasn't hunting for her sake or trying her best to take care of the sickened human, she watched over him silently, not knowing how to express herself in a way he would understand. With each day, she noticed, the man grew paler and lost more of himself.

The days turned into a week, and then two. The human's condition did not improve. Liberty now believed that she knew the ailment that plagued her beloved human: An ailing heart. That day, when she had seen the silver Lunar Kyn that she had never been able to describe to her human...

She had always believed her human was looking for something. Was that what he was looking for? Another Kyn, a Kyn that he had cared for previously?

In the Kyn language, she begged him to tell her what was wrong. But the human did not understand. All that he could get out of her message was that she was worried for him. He would then stroke her ears and whisper things to her that she did not understand.

A wall was between them- A wall of communication. Or lack thereof.

One night, Liberty sat by her human's side as she always did, peering out into the darkness. She did not know what the human called it, but she knew what she called it: Danger. She refused to go out into that darkness, afraid of what may await her.

But another fear was also nagging her- The fear for her human's life. Now, he was lying on his side, asleep. His life-movements were shallow and slow, and his face was covered in water.

Again, Liberty whined at him in the Kyn language, "Beloved human, please! Please tell me what I can do!" But no reply came. The man did not stir.

She then turned her blue eyes away from him and looked back out into the darkness that seemed to perfectly mirror the lack of hope that engulfed her heart.

Engraved in my heart are the mistakes I don't want to repeat.
However I want to forget, they won't be forgotten.
The pain of my heart won't disappear...