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The dance of silver in the moonlight is too tempting to ignore. Their claws shoot out again before they can stop themself, pausing halfway extended, golden claws glinting sharp beneath the moonlight. Golden eyes blink, startled, and then they withdraw, shrinking into themself as they step back.

They had maintained this unspoken truce with the graveyard keeper for a while now. This lonely isle had been a good place to hide, once their monstrous features had torn through their skin and refused to fade, though they had avoided the one living occupant as much as they could. Better to keep their distance, than risk hurting him when that incandescent fury boiled to the surface.

But just as insistent and consuming as the hunger and rage is the draw to pretty things. They can't help the way they chirp with excitement when they find a beautiful stone, or they dig up an old metal chain or ring from the dirt. Their paths bring them close one night, the moonlight shines off silver — and Phainon cannot stop the way their attention had snapped on the metal, their tail vibrating in excitement behind them.

The thing had a mind of its own sometimes, and now it curls around their own leg, a self - soothing gesture they had come to find comfort in since their monstrous nature broke through.