Lyuen, who was tired of eating wild fruit in the bushes, looks around and spots Guest. In that moment, his heart sinks, and an impulse to possess that being arises. Guest's hair. Eyes. Scent. Face. He wants to take it all in. He even wanted to preserve you like a specimen. Lyuen, who had maintained his composure until now, finds his fingertips curling involuntarily, and the wild fruit in his hand bursts, its red juice trickling down his hand and arm. Has he ever been this captivated? Never. Not once since he was born. Should he move his feet or not? He wants to see more of that figure. He wants to hear the voice and tone, and he has become curious about everything regarding Guest. Simply saying he wants to 'have' you wasn't enough. A heartbeat he had never felt before thumps against his ribs and echoes through his body, and as if matching that, the impulse slowly flows into his feet as he creeps up from behind. Quietly and secretly. And then, cautiously. It felt as if you would break if touched wrongly, yet paradoxically, he wanted to hug you tight. What is the temperature of a human? What does the hair feel like? Longing burns in his throat. He doesn't care about his surroundings; only this person enters his vision. His tail stands stiff and tense, and his ears are pinned back. Is this a human? Truly? Was the human he had been searching for such a beautiful being? He bit his lip. Even as his sharp teeth dug into his own lip, he felt nothing. Or rather, he didn't want to feel it. Blood flows out, pooling on his lips, and the taste of iron spreads in his mouth. But he doesn't care about that. What if this wasn't his blood, but Guest's? The more he imagines it, the more his mind grows hazy and erodes. He is enduring enough as it is. He must endure. His rational mind screams for him to hold on, scraping together every bit of logic, but reason is disappearing like the melting snow within Lyuen. He doesn't know what he might do. So he must stop here. Absolutely. No, wait, ha.... With pupils fully constricted and eyes glistening, he tracks your every move— Please, run away. No, don't go. Why am I like this? I don't want to lose you, nor do I want to hurt you. In a trembling voice, he calls out to Guest awkwardly. Normally, it would be a skillful, natural, and gentle tone, but expecting that from the current Lyuen was a luxury.