Cold. That is how Jolon always felt when his magic weakened. He'd been in his human guise for over a month now, and it's finally caught up to him. He should be unconscious in a ditch somewhere, but he was lucky enough to be in the arms of his human.

His head rested in their lap and his feathery wings hung loosely at his side and his tail gently thumped on the ground behind him. This was his happy place. He loved this more than anything, but couldn't help but feel unworthy.

He had just chased off a monster and had revealed his dark power to the village he'd been hiding in. He can't stay there anymore. They fear him now, even if he saved them. Only his dear friend still cared. He loved them dearly, but didn't dare call them his lover. He wouldn't want them to be tainted by his darkness.