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Our pasts usually define us; we usually define the future.
Does that mean our futures are defined by our pasts?

Black Fur Ch. 3:Thoughts of Time Past – Kuroiame/Foxx

“Guy! Don’t feed him that!” exclaimed a concerned mother.

As he retracted the food, Guy looked at the lady confusedly. “Why not? I ate this when I was a pup his age.”

“Raw meat doesn’t bode well in the stomach of a two year old human,” she said as she picked up the toddler.

“Well… It’s still fresh.” Guy said as he downed the chunk of deer flank.

The Foxx Family, a strange name when they obviously weren’t foxes, lived in town but had come to be very close to the Tremonts, the wolf family living on the outskirts of Castor.
It took Guy a while to see the irony present in this situation.

Just two years prior, Mrs. Foxx had a pup, or baby as humans tended to call offspring. They named him “Ray” for the rays that peeked into their home on the morning of his birth. They officially named him “Raymond” after his grandfather. Yes this was the actual order.

Some months later, in early September, some Castorians came to Guy asking about the Foxx’s. It seemed they left their home, just as it always had been, in the middle of the night. Only a letter to Guy gave them any clue as to where they went and why.

“My dear wolf friends, the Tremont Family,

I hope you are not too shocked to find us gone, our old lives have caught up to us and it now becons. My wife and I have decided it best to settle our past, lest it destroy the peace you have in Castor.

Our house is open to any who desires to live in it. But I would ask that you keep a dwelling place ready for us upon our return, any kind would do. I desire, as a father and husband, that my family have a home in such a lovely place, especially after what I have put them through.

This is not a goodbye, but, a farewell.”

A hero who had risen from the ashes may very well be better than any who had not.

Black Fur Ch. 2: Rise from the Ashes – Kuroiame/Foxx

A bloody war started today, initiated by the humans upon the hayop. Every hayop knew there was some dislike toward them in the humans, but they had no idea it was like this, not at all. They had no such feeling toward the humans.
Why would this happen?…

Castor now lay in ruins. Once a quiet little town with few squabbles where most everyone got along, now, nothing was left but burning rubble. Few had escaped, many were lost, many were still unfound. The few survivors, now homeless, simply had no where to go, other villages would have been hit and all others would be too small to house even such a meager number of refugees.

As for fighting back, there were no means. They knew it was an aerial assault, they had no anti-air munitions, heck, they had no weapons at all besides their blades. Moving north, into the mountains and away from known human territory, seemed to be the best option.

Red robin, this is HQ. Targets hit. Good job

Just doing my duty, HQ… And did you just call me–…?

Huh? Oh! Uh… We just got catered by Red Robin and it’s delicious :3

Oh! I should get back then! Over and ou–What the…?

Something wrong?

Something on my wing. A black guy?…

“You the one who blew up the town?!” Ray said furiously, somehow audible in the wind, as he lay
prone on the left wing of the craft.

“Uh… yes?” Said a very confused pilot. “I’d suggest you get down but we’re kinda barely sub-Mach and some thousand feet off the ground.” It then dawned on the stunned pilot, “How’d you get up here?”

“An explosion and questionable physics.” He then drew a rather large sword. “Gonna gettit dude!”
He then got up, ran along the wing, and stabbed the guy in the head with a cry: “Sonic Thrust!” Yes, through the canopy.
Glass and blood streamed behind the plane, which now flew pilotless.

“Oh hi there :3″ Said a rather happy looking AI avatar through the com screen just as the black guy
cut the plane in two, leaving it to spiral into the grassy plains just east of where they were and leaving him
to splat in the plain just east of where they were. Or so you think ;3

Back at Guy’s house:

“Feels Good!….” exclaimed Guy as he burst out from under a pile of burning wood.
“Nothing like being blown to smithereens to get rid of the fleas.”

“…Ray?”