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Upon nearing the town, Luna would note a taller figure, cloaked in such a way that where a face should be, a black mist takes place. Simply looking at this figure leads to both a feeling of pain, like a thousand tiny needles jabbing the brain, and a feeling of pleasure, like being tucked in to a warm, soft bed by the most beautiful person in the world.

This figure would face the black mist towards her for only a single moment before returning to its slow walk out of town. It was around 1:00 pm and it would take Talin a while to get to a distance to prevent people from seeing his transformation. As much as he hated his prison, he looked forward to every night, in which he was released to his true form. Released to fly silently across the night sky.

It had taken nearly 100 years for Talin to get over what the humans had done to him, but now he had accepted his daily forms. The night. He had always preferred it, but now he had to suffer through being awake during the day, not something he always liked... And he still had a few thousand years before he would even reach middle age.

So, with his hood facing the road ahead of him, he tried not to notice the part-human too badly. It was better to let the short-lifers come to you than to go to them.