Sen heard happy sounds coming from the lake at the bottom of the cliff, and he walked to the edge of the forest that overhung the cliff, peeking off the side. Below, he saw two young lovers, enjoying their time with each other, showing their feelings. A wave of sadness washed over his mind and heart, and he realized what he had been missing for so long... Someone to care about... Someone that cared about HIM... Sighing softly, he turned around and slowly started heading back to his home deep in the forest, his ears down in sorrow. "I cannot be close to anyone... I won't allow anybody else to be hurt..." He said softly, clenching his eyes tight so then nothing could escape from beneath his eyelids, sprinting through the woods to the serene lake hidden deep in the heart of the trees.
He stopped, falling to his paws and knees on the ground next to the lake, opening his eyes and letting his emotions pour onto the soil before him. He let out a loud, long howl filled with sadness, listening as it echoed out to the edges of the forest, fading away from audibility as time went one, each second feeling like hours to him. Suddenly, his feelings shifted to anger, reaching for his katana. Ripping it from its sheath, he held it in his right paw, gripping the hilt tightly. As his emotions flowed into the blade, it began to change before him. The folded steel shrank, forming into something else: A dagger. The guard twisted to two points, both equidistant from the blade, and equally sharp as the tip. The sharp edge of the blade grew and bulged out wards, curving back at the tip to form an arched point. The pommel grew out, a small empty hole in the metal, seeming to be a place for a jewel of some sort, a hole that would have to be filled in sometime later. Slowly opening his paw, he held the weapon in place, watching as the grip changed from wrapped fabric to bound, black leather.
Standing up and letting out a low growl, he began to slash away at his pants, white cloth ripping; tearing; shreds flying as he worked his clothes into nothing more than a mere length of fabric, tying it around his waist. A simple loin cloth was all he needed, for nature around him did not judge him. This was a turning point in his life. No longer did he care to remember his past, or any other fur that may come across him. His emotions slowly withdrew into his mind and heart, closing himself off from all other sentient beings in the world. "Those that wish to venture this far into the forest will still be treated as an equal fur, but if they try and cross me or lay harm to these trees, they shall be struck down with a single blow. Insolence and narcissism will no longer be given a chance to rear their ugly heads in these woods, for if they cross into this territory, they will be hunted down and taken out." He spoke aloud to himself, gripping the dagger in his paw again, his voice brimming with a new determination, however cold and emotionless it may seem. Hooking his dagger into his waistband, he dove into the lake, swimming down to the bottom and returned to his cavern beneath the lake, going to his tatami and laying down, his mind and body exhausted from the earlier shift in persona. He passed out, the cavern around him darkening quickly. "Goodnight..."
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