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The sun and the moon hung in the sky, twins that never stopped shining. Then things changed when the moon was attacked by the creatures of the dark side of the earth, who envied the twin's light. The moon was forced beneath the earth to the other side of the world. She would forever be kept away from her brother, the sun. Overtaken from grief at the great loss of her brother, she mourned. Tears of her light floated to the heavens, dotting space with light. It was not like home, but it comforted her. A few of the tears hit humans of the earth, Changing them, blessing them with incomprehensible power. It was foreseen that her children could bring day back to the moon, and so she always held hope. I am one of those children.

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Years passed and The Children have become few and far, but the children of our race still struggle with the darkness. Some have embraced it, and in turn are now our enemies. These few are called Ferals. We are the Moon children, but you have taken to calling us werewolves. The Ferals take the form of a bat, larger and more viscious than your earthly bats. You know the ferals as vampires. Both of our kinds can appear human, but after years of being creatures we are not unlike our animal selves even in our human form. Our eyes are never entirely human; they reflect the light. Our senses are that of our beasts, keen. The Ferals need human blood to survive, where as we need fresh meat. Our needs are easier met that the Ferals as we don't have to eat humans. However, they seem to scrape by without much notice; after all you humans view them as "mythical". I am pleased to say we are classified as imaginary as well. We ill need another enemy, and are not keen to have the humans know about us. Until recently the Ferals could not walk in their fur or skin in direct sun light... Things have changed and now we are no longer safe in the embrace of our adoptive mother, the sun. The thing is, Ferals are not afraid to show themselves to the humans, where as we refuse to. They always kill any humans that have seen them, but we value life. All of this my mother has taught me. Some of it I cannot confirm, but we have always lived as if this is true. So now, even though my relitives are gone I have not forgotten our ways. I try hard to cling to the traditions I was taught as a child.

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Moonlight played on my pelt, moving with the rustling of the trees. My dark-gray fur blew in the wind, caressing my face, blowing stray strands of longer hair into icy-blue eyes as I ran, but I did not care. I felt the whispering of the swollen harvest moon, yellow-orange against the pitch black sky. The night was bliss, but I did not forget myself; I was loyal to the light despite the tempting tendrils of the darkness. I had never got close to it, but I had been told of its treachery.

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"Luca, my son, you must always stay away from the darkness, though it beckons to us.." My mother said, her graying flanks heaved as she struggled with her rapid, pained breaths. "Always remember what we are, and never try to be something different." She said for what must have been the hundredth time in my life. Now though, it seemed real. Blood ran from the twin open wounds in her neck; fang marks. Her chest rose and fell for the final time, satisfied that the last thing she said to me was what I needed to hear. Her black lupine body evaporated into moon light. I cried to the moon that night, not carring that it gave away my position. Not carring if the Ferals found me. I almosted wanted them to. Mother had died protecting me.. and though the foul beast that killed her had been killed in the struggle as well, it did little to abate my sorrow. Even though I knew she was with Mother moon, I couldn't help the hollow feeling that nested in my gut. It was the first time I realized how serious this war between our kinds really was.

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Scars decorated my muzzle and sides, showing the time I had fought my first Feral. That night they came for me as I lay on the now cool spot where my mother's form had been. I ran, but because I was so young they had an easy time catching up to me. They tore me up pretty badly, and only left with the rising of the sun. I collapsed when it was safe, laying there all day, thinking I was going to die. But the moon came eventually, and with it came strength. I don't know if it was the moon that healed me or it was simply time. Regardless I am a lot more careful when fighting the beasts.

Despite the joy of running with the moon, there was always the stiff alertness that I harbored ever since my first fight. Growling drew me out of my memories, and I quickly scanned the sky. That used to be their advantage, they had the air and we had the light. Now though the scales were tipped and we had nothing to show for it. The growling came again and I decided it was time to take my leave. If there was more than one there would be no way for me to win. I needed to find a pack.. and at my age the best way to meet families of other Moon children.. was college.

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I glanced at my schedule; this had to be the right class: Physics. The second I entered the class, the whole room got dead silent. The teacher let the awkwardness span a couple of extra minutes, then introduced me to the rest of the students as "Luke". I didn't want my unique name pointed out so I had picked something similar, that I wouldn't forget. The teacher led me to the one table that only had one student, a boy who had just walked in the door seconds after I was introduced. His hair was rust-red, and he locked eyes with me for a second as I say down, brown gaze boring into mine. I felt as if my secret was out in the open, naked. He seemed somewhat nervous of me as well, though the only thing that showed it was the fidgeting of his hands as he tried to keep unblinking eye contact with me. Brown eyes and red hair... how odd. My attention was instantly diverted as he asked me a question. "What?" I started, feeling I had ruined the whole "first impression" thing. A smile pulled at the edge of his mouth, "I said: My name is Shay.. What's your name?" I stared at him stupidly for a second, trying to scoop together my frayed thoughts. What had I been saying? "Luke," I said, only half watching his reaction. He nodded, then turned back, his hair moving through the air for a second before it settled on his back, reaching the base of his skull. As it moved I caught the subtle scent of autumn leaves and wild poppies. It was odd.. probably just his choice of shampoo. I tried to pull my focus from my table-mate and looked over in time to see I had already missed the first few comments of the lecture. I scrambled to write down what was on the board.

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After mindlessly going through the motions of the first half of my day I was glad for the break that lunch brought. I retrieved my lunch and looked around for a table.. Shay had been the only one who actually introduced himself to me, so I looked through the field of students, seeking the familiar face. I took the chair next to him. He broke away from chatting with the others at the table to acknowledge me with a brief nod. "Hey Luke."

I smiled, not saying anything. Words just seemed to escape me when I was around him..

After I finished my lunch, I whipped out my physics book, trying to at least understand the homework. Shay peeked over my shoulder, giggling whenever I erased something. I put my pencil down, giving him what I thought was a threatening glare. Shay put his finger on the page, pointing out some stipulation I had so obviously forgotten. "Do you want some help with that?" he asked innocently. I opened my mouth just as the bell rang. "That would be great," I said, packing up my stuff. "Are you busy after school? Maybe we can meet and get this done together." He said, his voice seemed genuinely kind.. Thought I had watched him finish off his last phys problem in class. I could not help feeling I should be looking for Moon children, and not flirting with some mortal.. still I needed to do decently well if I wanted to stay in my current classes, which would have the oldest and most experienced Moon children in them. "Yeah.. I have to go home to take care of some chores.." I said, knowing tonight was a full moon, and I would have to stay away from others.. We had to transform on full moon and take in the light. If we didn't it would be too easy to be overtaken by darkness. I wasn't worried about killing people, but I didn't think I could just explain away the fact that I was a wolf. "How about on Friday?" I said. Friday would be the half moon and thus I would be fine to stay human the entire night if I wished.

"Great, I will meet you after school on Friday and we'll head over to my place." he said, disappearing into the crowd that was migrating from the cafeteria.

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The whole week passed quickly, and I got to expect Shay would save me a seat at lunch as well as talk to me when the others seemed... reluctant. I think there was some secret instict in humans that could sense there was something different about me. Either Shay didn't have that instict or he didn't care. Friday came and went in a rush. The final bell tolled and I headed for the big, front double doors. I felt the arm around my shoulders before I saw him, and in a flash he was beside me. "Hey, ready to go?" he asked coyly. I nodded, wondering what I had signed myself up for.

He kept up some conversation on the way there, that I could only half pay attention to. Something about our classes. We were getting further and further into the outskirts of town. Just how far away did this guy live anyway? As if reading my thoughts he said happily, "Just a bit further, I live at an orchard a bit far from the rest of civilization, so we don't often get company." he said, shifting into a plural tense. I wondered if "we" was his parents and him. The trees smelled the same as his hair, autumn apple leaves. They were dotted with the occasional bright red apple among the unripe ones. Other smells pulled at me, but I shoved down the wolf in me, and payed attention to where we were going. I saw a ladder at one of the trees, topped with a man dressed in work clothes that looked to be about forty. He smiled and waved to me, his eyes actually on his son conveying some meaning that was beyond my understanding. He came down, basket in hand. "Apple?" He offered with a toothy grin.

"No thanks," I said, focusing on the sun setting behind the farmer's hand, and really not trying to be rude. Our kind really doesn't eat fruits or vegetables, our stomach can digest them, but we much prefer meats. He nodded in agreement, placing the apple with the others in the basket down on the ground. "It was nice of you to join us, maybe you can stay for dinner." He said, winking at Shay. He averted his gaze, blushed and moved to stand behind me. I guess he did not want me to see his reaction, but I could almost feel it in the air with my keen animal senses. There was an odd sound behind me that pulled at the the edge of a memory. A faint ripping and the sound of rustling. I whipped around, finding that Shay didn't look quite right... Fangs grew out of his perfect mouth giving him an inhuman grin. His brown eyes shone with a sly sort of glimmer as hair hurried to cover the last of his face. His ears grew out beccomming long and ribbed, pointing above his head and cresting out at a full seven inches or so. "Luke.." he said, his mouth quickly becoming a muzzle and interrupting whatever else he was about to say. "Sh-Shay!" I stammered, taking a few steps away from them both. By this time the father had begun his morph as well and was already shirtless and covered in tan fur. His eyes burned crimson, though they were marred with the slight, sweet pain of transformation. His fingers lengthened, quickly fleshing out with the webbing of wings. Ferals. How could I be so stupid as to have not seen, or rather smelled it before hand?! I looked now at my lovely Shay. He had finished the morph and as I looked at his slavering jaws I wondered how I had not noticed the beast in him back at school. A female Feral galloped out of the house on all fours, the webbed part of her forelegs folded up and back. Her fur was a dark chocolate brown, and as all ferals did she walked on her folded wings like a bat did.. but with much more mobility, for they were proportioned more like cats than bats. They could not run anywhere near as fast as wolves on only their one opposed claw per front foot, but any decent Feral could keep up with a moon child if in flight.

"Shay.. You don't want to hurt me.. We-We're friends, remember?" I said, trying to appeal to his human nature. Maybe if he didn't know what I was... But the growls still came. Maybe I was todays lunch. I sort of chuckled bitterly when I remembered how Shay's father had asked me to stay for lunch. I didn't think he meant that I'd be the main course. I deserved this.. I was stupid enough to walk into the talons of a whole family of Ferals. I looked at the teeth and claws of the three that were moving to box me in, knowing this would be my fate and hoping it would come fast enough to avoid the majority of the pain. Then I saw the opening; I ran, ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I morphed in mid-run, my form coming faster with the adrenaline running through my veins. Not only that but the Ferals had the fading sun light to fight with. All I could think of now was the pure rush of running for my life and the thought of what a stupid idea going to school had been.

I heard the joyous high-pitched howls of Ferals on the hunt. My legs carried me further out of town, the sparsely graveled roads becoming dirt and trees that flew by as I ran, hard, a rushing silver-grey shadow in the woods. An answering pack song rang out to Shay's family and I knew this night had been well prepared for. There were others. The killing of a moon child was just a game to them. One fight against the visiting team that ended in them being closer to the championship. They knew they were winning this fight.

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It was near dawn and still the evil beasts followed me. My feet were beginning to falter; occasionally I would take a wrong step and tumble into a heap of heaving fur only to gather myself up again and continue to run. I thought, if I can just make it to dawn... Then the realization caught me; Even if I could last until dawn, we were shaded by the endless expanse of trees... the Ferals would keep their form. Once again I fell and this time I did not try to struggle to my feet again. The frenzied footfalls broke off, and I realized that now the Ferals had probably dropped into hunting crouchs, no longer needing to chase their chosen victim, me. I heard the breathing first, and then saw the russet flash of fur. Shay.

He took several steps closer, not even crunching the leaves that covered the floor beneath these early shedding trees. I saw him hovering over me now, a blur among blurs in my cloudy vision. The perfect red of his pelt blended so nicely into the fall trees all around us. So this was the end; what it was like to stare death in the face. The least I could do is face death like a man. I pushed myself up, only my front legs were really working, so I leaned on them alone as death came closer, filling the air with the reek of sweaty dog.. or perhaps that was me. My legs didn't last long, and I again found myself muzzle in the dirt. "I thought.. you cared." I said between pants, and through an unwieldy muzzle that made my words crude and primitive. At this point I was trying to stall for time. He smiled, lips revealing the true length of the fangs that already poked out of his snout. "I do.. and so I will kill you fast." I thought I heard a sort of dark humor in his voice. His gaping jaws lingered over my exposed neck, obviously after such a long run his first thought would be feeding.. and I was the food. If I could not stand, then at least I could hold my eyes open, and not whimper when I died, that was my new goal, and I stuck to it with a grim determination. But the looming pain didn't come, and I looked up at Shay questioningly. He had me right were he wanted me, and still he made no move? Maybe he would wait for the others so they could all see me die, all join in on the feeding. This strengthened my no-whimpering resolve.

"Luke... What is it like to be a Night Thief?" Said the voice above my head. Thief? The day was stolen from us, and he was calling me a thief? I laughed weakly, quickly interrupting myself with a fit of coughing. "It's Luca.. and we didn't steal the night.. we lost the day." I wheezed, thankful for any distraction to delay the inevitable, even if talking was a large effort on my already highly taxed body. He frowned down at me, the fuzzier part of his forehead that marked his eyebrows drawing together. "Shaos." he said, introducing himself, and a smile ghosted across his face, there and gone before I could really take it it. It was rather funny the formalities we had just shared, given the situation. Then he continued, "You invaded into our night and took not only the night, but kept the day you had before. You stole from us. Then you polluted our perfect sky with that glowing atrocity you call the moon." With this he cast a forlorn look at the intruder in the sky, looking at the moon with great distaste. I could not help thinking he was still as handsome as he was in human form.. He would have made a fine Moon child had he not been swathed in darkness. A tear gathered in my eye that lay closest to the dirt, mourning for what could never be. Not one Feral had ever come back to the ways of the moon children.. "Our legends tell us the children of darkness were jealous of the light and stole our moon away. We were born of the moon's mourning." I said.

"This goes against every thing we hold as truth.. I would like to know more, but.." She was interrupted as a hunting howl sounded nearby, another Feral picking up on my scent. Shaos looked upon me with pity, and pushed me up onto his back. "Understand I am only keeping you alive to speak with you." he told my helpless form. No matter how cowardly it was, I did not care why he wanted me alive, only that he wanted me alive... for now. Though I was bigger than him, he was strong, and carried me across a river losing our scent. We holed up in a cave. I quickly fell asleep, hoping I might wake up strong and be able to run from this place.

My eyes flickered open, catching Shaos' gaze before he quickly looked away. It was bad luck that he was awake already, I was hoping to sneak away. If I wanted to stay alive I would have to cooperate. "Good, you're up." Shaos said, tossing a hunk of meat at me that looked like a shank of.. something. That meant he had been hunting, and I had missed my chance to escape. The skin was stripped away, and only the meat and bone showed. Still in wolf form, I tentatively sniffed the red meat, and then relaxed when I smelled that it was not human. I took several small bites.. it was mysteriously like jerky: dried. I hesitated; Shaos laughed at something.. maybe me, or just some personal joke. "I fed first.. hope you don't mind." I guessed he was not venomous, or I would have been dead from other Feral bites I had gotten in the past, so I just shrugged and finished off the meat. Only later did I realize what he meant by that.. he'd drained the meat of its blood. But I was beyond being grossed out, since I'd already eaten the mean it was really too late to reconsider. Shaos was back in his human form, clothed in the loosely fitted tatters left from the clothes he nearly shredded yesterday. Surprisingly, he was covered.. down there.. entirely, though to our kind it really made no difference. Years of becoming the animal inside had stripped us of our modesty. I was actually a little dissappointed that his clothes had stayed intact so well. I decided since he intended for us to talk, and speaking through my muzzle was tough, that I would morph back to human form. I let my morph recede, pulling with it all of my power and defenses. I figured, though, since he wanted answers, I would have some sort of warning before I was attacked. He started where we had left off in the forest, "So.. why was the moon mourning? How could it not want this?" he asked, hatred still dripping off his words, and then turning to wonder as he spoke about the night, and the way it was before.

"She.. The moon is a being of light.. she did not want anything to do with the darkness.. It was the night creatures, we were always told they were jealous of what the moon had." I spoke carefully, trying to avoid offending him. He regarded me seriously. "We were told we would never get our night back to its pure state unless.." He examined the ground, looking guilty. I guessed he was afraid of saying too much, after all it was I who was supposed to be giving out the answers. "Unless we either killed or converted all of the Night Thieves." I held my tongue, trying not to react to his derogatory name of my kind. Converted? I thought Ferals were born. That meant the warnings about embracing the darkness ... My kind could become Ferals.. The thought rendered me numb for a second as I struggled to think what that truly meant. Did that mean that Ferals could become Moon children? "What's so wrong with the light.. does it hurt you?" My voice faded to a whisper with the last question. I was not here to ask questions, I was supposed to be answering them. Shaos seemed to have lost that concept however, because after a minute of hesitation.. he answered. "I.. I'm not sure. We have always just been told to stay away from the light." I thought of this for a second. So they had never really tried the light, but they dared not enter it in their true form. Would they die? Maybe they would just revert to their human form like we do. I stared at the dappled but bright light of the small, nearby clearing.

"There was a Night child named Murrek.. It's been said that she stepped into the full light of the sun in her animal skin.. and disappeared." Shaos said, interrupting my thought. I frowned; "No ashes left.. or anything?" I asked, genuinely curious if not somewhat horrified that she could have simply ceased to exist. Shaos' lip curled in disgust.. or maybe horror, "Her shriveled wings were all that was left." I frowned. Just the wings; the only thing that really separated us.. The wings, and the darkness. Murrek had lost both. I studied the ground, afraid of what might show in my eyes as my brain cycled through ideas. If they lost both of those, were they moon children? Maybe the Ferals who had seen Murrek go knew this, but did not want the option to be available to the others.. Did not want the ideas in their heads. I looked up at Shaos with a new kind of conviction. Maybe there was salvation for him. Maybe the Moon and the Night weren't so different when it came to the great amount of things they shared. But I could not very well ask him to risk his life.. I was not in the position to ask of him anything. Hey, I was glad I had even gotten food! I quickly shut down any hope I had. Instead I focused on Shaos, "Any other questions you would like answered?" I asked, trying to stay in his good favor.. or at least as good of favor as any prisoner of war could have.

Shaos studied me, trying to catch my eyes. "Questions? Yes. What were you just thinking?" Just my luck. I could lie.. but I knew that both of our kinds could smell and hear the main signs of lying. Sweat, increased heartbeat... It did not matter too much because I already had these symptoms, even after I decided to tell the truth. "I was just thinking that maybe.. Murrek turned into a Moon Child in the direct light." I said, not telling a lie, but still leaving out the thought that I wondered if he could convert. Shaos was void of apparent emotions... Thought his face looked conflicted. Finally he said, "Let's do it," with a determined voice. I could not keep a grip on my emotions, and I knew some of my surprise and confusion had assuredly leaked though. "But, Why?" I said, unable to use more that just a couple of words at a time in my shock. He smirked, "More reasons than you can imagine.. You don't know what it's like. The incredible thirst for blood.. the fear of the light.. I want them all to end. And besides," He looked back into the clearing, "Our kind is not allowed to form bonds.. Our only bonds are not our choice. Only the strongest are chosen to be parents to the future flock. Our mates are chosen for us, and I don't want anything to do with Obysan," he said, with a similar hatred to that he had aimed at the moon earlier. This feral he mentioned must have been bad. "Who's Obysan? Can't you just tell her you don't wan't to take her as a mate.. and your pack will chose a new mate for you?" I asked, my mind working, pulling at something I couldn't quite recall. "To say 'no' to the Alpha would be treason. To try to escape would be treason. To do anything but accept her, the chosen mate, would be high treason against our kind." he shifted his intense gaze over to me. I could tell there was something he wasn't telling me. This boy had nothing left for him in this life that was of his own hand.. no choices, no future. I could see why he was wanting to go through with my little thesis. This Feral was more pure than any other I had met, and I was actually starting to like having him around. What if this killed him? I took a couple of steps nearer to the cave's entrance, "Are you afraid of what could happen?" I asked, trying now to find something that would make him think carefully about what he was about to consider doing. He got up and walked past me, stopping at the edge of the light. The sun could be seen directly overhead, bearing its full power over this unprotected place of the forest. He took a deep breath. "Of course I am afraid.. no sane person wouldn't be." He smiled at this, and then closed his eyes, losing his smile in the process. Up close.. and not on someone who wanted to kill me the transformation was almost an art. His nails grew in first, becoming the spikes that would tip each finger of his wing. Before he progressed he tore at his clothes with his unwebbed hands. The fabric fell to the ground. His ears were what changed next, arcing up and up until he had what looked like elf ears, and then they kept growing until they were the ridged bat ears of the Ferals. His fur grew in next, quickly sheathing him in a delicate looking peach fuzz that grew out to a thick, rust-red fur. His feet extended, also becomming tipping in claws. He reorientated himself, balancing on the balls of his feet rather than flat-foot, like a human. His arms became wings, the membrane never growing more than the short cut peach fuzz. At last his face expanded into a muzzle, and his body's powerful pectoral, or wing muscles formed, giving him a hunched appearance as his body became more muscled in the torso than the legs. His kind could walk on two legs even in full morph, but could only run on all fours, like us. A short tail completed the look, and he was finished. He gave me one last look, sorrow in his eyes, and stepped into the light for the first time.

Shaos stood there in the light, his fur illuminated bright orange in the sun. I expected, yet feared that he would soon dissolve into the fine black mist that took the body of a dead feral or moon child. At first nothing happened, Shaos just stood in the clearing surprisingly keeping his form. Then there was a series of sickening snapping sounds and a horrible yowl of pain. I ran into the clearing, losing my wolf form that I had traveled here with, in the light. Shaos' back arched, his ribs were literally breaking outward, stretching his skin outward as well. Then his bones fused back together forming the barrel chest of a wolf. I placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him as his legs were lengthened by the transformation. Maybe he was not dying, but I still hated that he was in so much pain. The webbing fell from his fingers as they shortened. At last his arms and legs were just about proportional to my own when in form, and he could stand on just his back legs no longer. I let go of him and he fell to all fours, though still his muscles seemed to randomly convulse in areas that changed. His tail lengthened, becoming longer than my own would be and slightly broader. At last the transformation was finished, and he could stay upright no longer. He collapsed to his side, flanks heaving; still he stayed in his fur. I felt for broken bones, and when I discovered none I took hold of his front legs and pulled him into the shadows. I took form, and though he was just as big as I was now, I carried him on my back to the cave that had been sheltering us.

As he slept I noticed several differences between us: His tail wasn't as long cut as mine, his ears still that of a bat, his toes were longer and more delicare looking, his nose unblackened was flared like a bat's, and his back slightly arched upwards, like a halloween cat. At last when his eyes opened and focused on me I noticed yet another thing, his eyes. The gaze that now captured mine was amber-orange. "Are you ok?" I asked Shaos as his eyes finally found me and focussed, losing their distant look. Shaos stood on unsteady paws, looking at his feet as he took several tentative steps. He had stood on all fours without having wings in front. "I.. Think so." He answered, hesitance entering his voice for the first time since I had known him. The Sun was still high above the horizon and so I wanted to try something.. if Shaos was willing. "After you transformed.. you kept your fur in the sunlight. Not even the moon children can do that." I started, but Shay jumped in. "You want to know if I still can walk in the sun." He stated, sure that this was where I was going with that. "Basically." I admitted, "But only if you want to." After his last experience in the Sun, I would not be surprised if he hesitated to return to the light. But he led the way out of our shelter, and took me to the clearing once again. He placed first only one forepaw in the light. Nothing. Then she walked into the full light, red fur positively golden in the Sun's rays. Shaos, a former Feral was more of a creature of light then the moon children? It did not really make sense. I expected him to become one of my kind, but now he was something else entirely. "Shaos.. Moon children can't go into the light, we lose our form..." I started. He looked back at me, puzzled, "Then what am I?"

"You are different, but more like a Moon child than a Feral. How come I have not changed with all the times I have gone into the light?" I asked, already fearing the potential answer. Shaos's face looked as if he had solved a great riddle. "Because Moon Children are already of the light, at least as much as possible. I'm guessing to be what I am there has to be balance... That means, you need darkness." He deducted, looking at the revulsion in my eyes. I would have to go against what my mother had always warned me of. "Have you seen a Moon child.. 'Convert'?" I inquired, reasoning that if he had mentioned it, then that was probably what would happen rather than my transformation into whatever Shaos was. "Yes.. I have seen it, Though I've tried to forget." he whispered, his voice easily picked up by my ears would have been unheard by a human. I could not let it drop, not if I wanted to get anywhere with this new.. option. "How does it work.. What do Moon Children do to become Children of darkness.." I questioned, though not without some hesitation. "They live like we do. Drink blood, live in the darkness, fear the light and hunt their own kind and eventually become one of us. Obysan always said that a converted Moon Child.. though not one that had change yet, was the easiest way to kill other Night thieves. They could be with them and not be suspected of anything.. A bat in wolf's garb." During this he turned away from me, though at the moment I was too focused on what he had said to really take notice. "The Moon Children..." I started, automatically correcting his lax back into Feral terminology, "Don't change into whatever you are.. because the process you described is a full 360 of what they were.. Maybe it has to be in the middle?" I wondered allowed. Shaos nodded, "So I had to enter the light... You'd have to..." He broke off, not really sure where he was going with that. But I knew the moment I had started thinking about oposites. "I'd have to stay out of the full moon's glow for a night."

It was said that Moon children died if they didn't absorb moon light on the night of a full moon. The full moon had been earlier this week, so there wouln't be another until next month. Shaos probably realized this as well, because he had stopped talking. I noticed a distant look on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked, brushing up against him for comfort. Physical contact was something that was common among my kind, a reassuring touch, a kind lick... But I had forgotten to think about what it meant to Shaos. Evidentilly it didn't bother him to much because he answered my question as if nothing had happened. Though I could feel his blush under his pelt. Or perhaps his body temperature naturally ran higher than mine. "I was just thinking.. My flock isn't going to accept me any more.. I'm not like them." I couldn't decide if he was actually upset by this or just alone. "At least you won't have to become Obysan's mate?" I offered, trying to find the silver lining. "And.. I'll stay with you.. after all I have no pack." I licked the side of Shaos's muzzle, noting the lack of whiskers (another difference). I could feel that his face was even hotter than his flank I'd touched before. So it was a blush, red under his red fur. I could see it in his eyes as well. Maybe I'd overstepped a boundry. "I'm sorry... did I.." I broke off, not sure what to ask. "It's ok.. I know you don't know our customs.." Shaos said, pausing before continuing again. "Rubbing up against others.. only family and mates do that.. and licking..." He broke off. I swear I could see the blush, even through his russet fur. I didn't know exactly what it meant.. but I did feel something for Shaos. I couldn't stop myself from tasting his muzzle once again. I could see something curiously pink appear at Shaos's belly. He ran his tongue over my coal black nose, tasting the salt there. Suddenly both of us were taking turns licking, and by mistake or perhaps not we ended up in a kiss that only broke off when we both needed air.

"Licking is not something family does.." He started, and I licked the awkward expression right off of his face, for he couldn't help smiling when I comfirmed my feelings for him. I licked again, gone from grooming and comforting to having a mission. Soon I found my way down to his exposed member. I coaxed it out of hiding with a few well placed licks. I had not done with before.. but I had seen something similar, and I knew what to do. I blushed at the thought of that as well as with what I was doing now. Shaos moaned, so I must have been doing it correctly. I put away my tongue, stopping to make sure he was comfortable with my actions. When I met his eyes I saw longing there. "Please.." he said, expressing the thoughts I saw so clearly on his face. I moved my mouth back down, taking his rapidly thickening shaft into my mouth. Having a long wolfy snout had its advantages, and I could easily take all of him without gagging myself. I traced circles with my tongue, bobbing up to collect a bead of salty pre from the tip of his member. "Excited, are we?" I said.. or rather that's what I'd meant to say. It came out more like "Eshy ted, ah ee?" since my mouth was full. I could tell the vibrating of my throat had a positive reaction, So I half growled, half purred as I continued working on him. He put a paw on my forehead, stopping me. I looked up, afraid I had done something wrong. His face held nothing but tenderness for me. "I was thinking... Maybe.." He was looking at the similar pink organ that was against my stomach, also fully errect from the excitement of what we were just doing. I was not sure what he wanted, so I tipped my head in that doggish sort of way. "I want.. I want you inside me." He said, "I mean, if that's ok with you."

I hesitated, not because I didn't want to, but because I was sort of shy, and also wasn't sure how to go about doing this. Shaos turned, lifting his short tail for me. I could see a small, fleshy hole at the base of his tail. "Maybe you should.. uh.. Lubricate me a little?" I asked, looking down at my errection. I wouldn't have believed that it would fit if I hadn't known that it could. I knew that both of us being wet would help. Shaos bobbed his head in a nod, crouching to take my flesh in his mouth. Instantly pleasure washed over me and I wondered how he had been able to tell me to stop before. All too soon he stopped, leaving my member, stiff in the cool air. Again he offered me his tail hole. I ran my tongue along from his furry sac to the base of his tail, stopping to thoughly taste what my tongue could reach of the inside of Shaos. When my tongue first ventured inside Shaos moaned, and when I stopped he whined. I aligned my self above him, resting my front half on his strong hind quarters as I positioned myself. After a few failed attempts, I finally hit home, pushing my tapered tip in a few inches. "Let me know if I'm going to fast.. If it hurts. Ok?" I asked before pushing in a couple more inches. I got a grunt of affirmation. I lowered my chest onto his back, and moved a paw down to take his member in my paw. Each inch I pushed in as bliss as I felt the hot tight inside of Shaos rubbing against me. Slowly I worked my way in. Under me Shaos whined. I ground to an agonizing halt, worried I might have gone to fast.. or too far. "Faster.." Shaos managed, between his excited breathing. I was releaved, and resumed my rythymed thrusting. Slowly I built up speed, trusting Shaos to say if he was in pain. Soon we were both rocking with movement. I could feel a pressure in my head.. almost light headed. I briefly wondered if I was sick, but I felt to good to stop. Soon my knot was forming, and I could feel Shaos's knot forming in my paw as well. There was an audible popping sound as I struggled to get the last of myself in that warm heavenly spot that was underneath my partner's tail. The pressure was building, and I found I could no longer move, I was locked into place, tied. I could now only manage shallow thusts which became more and more erratic. I sped up my pawing, feeling that Shaos was in a similar situation. With a final thrust I could feel my member pulsing inside, like Shaos's was in my hand. Waves of pleasure washed over me as I felt my member pulse. I could see a pool of white cream looking stuff gathering at Shaos's feet. That must be what I'm doing... I breifly though. But thoughts didn't come easy to me, because I was lost in another world. I could feel another kind of warmth inside along with my shaft, the cream that now coated Shaos's passage. Both of our legs must have crumbled somewhere in the release, because we were on our sides.

Our breathing was unified, just like how we were joined in our coupling, as one creature. Maybe next time.. Shaos could be on top. I wanted to see what it was like. I shook my head, already I was thinking about next time.. what if there was no next time? If Shaos didn't like what we had just shared? Shaos's voice inturupted my thoughts. "Luca?" Shaos said, his voice a moan. "Yeah?" I asked, wondering if my thoughts were going to be answered.. wondering if I wanted the answer they would get. "Let's do this again. Soon."