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“Momma’s little Lohtu. I will always love and protect you…”

The softly whispered heart of a new mother doe sweeps gently along with a fragrant spring breeze wrapped carefully in a pedal blanket which swirls about the rainbow fields adorned with new flower blooms. A black coated calf’s tender eyes open to a vibrant world full of color and life, completely surrounded by the love of joyful parents. Their pleasure and pride poured down as they looked thankfully upon their firstborn son.

Lohtu’s spring was one of quiet peace and serenity. His bright spirit soared with each new morn’ as he stepped forth into the sun. Butterflies danced ‘round the playful young fawn as he leapt on uncertain legs, all whilst song birds sang their sweet tunes. Often he chased a red bellied robin or scurried after some squirrels, his parents keeping vigil watch as his curiosity tended to lead him away from their den. Each time that his father, a strong and muscular buck, would nudge him back towards familiar grounds he’d throw a tantrum of despair, snorting and stamping his hooves in dismay.

“But Lohtu wants to play!” he’d say. “Lohtu wants to play!”

“The day is done, my son, and night is soon to come.”

And after a loving bump on the rump he’d cling to his dad or mom as they turned back towards home.

Through the summer and into fall Lohtu explored it all. His fascination for great and small kept his heart enthralled. He pranced through browning grass with glee and danced in autumn leaves. Something as simple as a warm summer breeze or the quiet buzz of bees could pull his attention easily from whatever he’d previously fancied. On days of rain he still would play while many stayed inside and when the sun would light the way, so too, his heart would guide him down to brooks of crystal blue or into fields green. To him nothing was out of reach and simplicity held deep meaning.

As winter strangled the fall they worked thoroughly to warm their burrow. Lohtu looked on anxiously, gathering miscellaneous objects during his ‘ventures, eager to help. The days became increasingly short, nights long and cold, and his folks grew ever hesitant to let Lohtu roam far from home. Though this aggravated the energetic fawn, he found comfort in the warmth of their bodies as they often huddled closely together until dawn.

In the dead of a mid-winter’s night came the land’s first snowfall. A cold prick on Lohtu’s nose woke him softly from his slumber and he shifted his weight into his mother’s side. Wincing as another flake fell upon his neck, his eyes peaked open gently but were quickly wide with wonder. With jaw gaping, limp and open, he rose slowly from their resting place and stepped out dazed into an unknown world of white. His subtle grin steadily grew into a beaming smile and joy from his spirit poured out from eyes of amazement. The pale light of a December Cold Moon lit the way as he danced across the foreign landscape, spinning ‘round in an overflow of innocent glee, completely dazzled as each and every motion left prints in the cool snow below that crunched beneath his hooves. Arriving at a small clearing, encircled by birch, Lohtu bathed in the full moon’s light while gazing up to the heavens in wonder as thick white flakes fell all around.

Without warning a sound like that of a ram’s horn blown for war rose up from the shadows beyond, echoed by a frenzied choir of wild howls. One by one, pairs of red and ravenous eyes appeared glowing ominously in the darkness, completely surrounding the clearing. A famished pack of Gray Wolves emerged from the wooded perimeter, foaming at the muzzle, bearing their pearly fangs. Calculated they circled, steadily they closed. Lohtu’s posture shriveled as his body trembled, not from cold, but from something new.For but one sweet moment the sun burst forth striking through the thick veil of grey which blanketed The Endless Forest. It shone down a single beam of blinding golden light which pierced the closed eyes of new life. A newborn fawn struggled to see as he rose from the dew ridden grass in which he lay. As swiftly as the sun broke though the heavy cloud cover it was swallowed back again into the looming darkness above and a cold, heavy rain began to fall. Shivering, wet, and alone, the babes first instinct was to seek refuge. He staggered aimlessly into the unknown carried helplessly along by four foreign and unstable legs.
Not yet in full control of his body, the newborn stumbled through patches of bramble, scratches and lacerations quickly adding up on his tender flesh.

Having struggled against his surroundings for some time, he at last came upon a large and hollowed willow where the first spark of hope entered into his little heart. Approaching with thanksgiving, the curious child was met by three sets of glaring red eyes and rumbling snarls from within. As he closed the distance between himself and the shelter the low growls turned to violent and threatening barks. He quickly realized that he was not welcome by whomever dwelt therein.

He fell back in fear as dense black drops of rain continued to pelt him mercilessly. With a shattering CRACK! a brilliant flash of lightning split the sky and the resounding thunder that followed sent the terrified child into a frantic dash into the darkness.

Ahead in the distance, strange and ominous stone structures rose from the shadows. Cold misery and disorientation easily overcame his caution as he sprinted headlong into the ancient ruins of what was once sanctuary. He pressed his small body firmly against the cold stone pillars which towered over him, forming a thin archway which provided him the first bit of relief he’d yet experienced. Soaked, shivering, and scared, he shook off what water he could from his delicate frame and curled into a tight ball, praying that this was not the world.

He slipped in and out of consciousness throughout his first night of life, often jolted awake by the roll of thunder or the sharp strike of lightning.

When at last morning arrived, the world around him had dramatically changed. The storm had long since passed over and the sweet and joyous tunes of song birds filled the air which was permeated with the fresh and gentle scent of renewal. He slowly uncoiled from the tight ball he’d huddled into and gradually rose, awestruck, under the sapphire sky which sprawled out overhead. The warmth of the morning sun shone down, saturating his entire being with comfort and hope as the fragrant aroma of blooming flowers filled his small nostrils.

A subtle twinkle shone out from his yellow eyes as he curiously and cautiously stepped forth into a new day.In the beginning Sannosuke was a man. He lived his carnal life during the most ancient of days, long forgotten, in a small mountain village on the island of Onogoro shortly after its first light appeared. In the dense forests which blanketed the island hills there lived an ever young and beautiful maiden. She was the pure embodiment of a playful wind and also of all great tempests and was adorned by a garment of autumn leaves.

It was fall when the man was led away from his people, beckoned at first by a dancing breeze which took him beyond the far hills, and then she herself appeared in the twisting leaves and took him by the hand, guiding him even further. Sannosuke was captivated by the young woman and his heart swelled as their spirits leapt together through the wilds. Many days had passed before they came upon a high ridge overlooking The Sea of Endless Blue and it was there that they laid together blanketed by the moonlight.

“I love you…” he whispered, as he gently drifted into sleep…

Suddenly Sannosuke awoke wet, shivering, and alone upon the ridge, engulfed in a most horrifying and fearsome hurricane. The waters thrashed against the jagged stones of the cliff side, spraying sea foam high into the air, and the sky poured down thick droplets of dark water. Terrified, he fled into the depths of the forest, stumbling through brush and thorn, his clothing and flesh shredded by brambles as he staggered aimlessly into the night. The tempest, however, closely pursued him and eventually overtook him. When it did, the man was caught up in a mighty vortex which tossed and twisted him about. Finally, he came into the very eye of the raging storm and it was there that the woman’s voice spoke out to him from the roaring winds. She said:

“Sannosuke, you have set your heart on evil thinking that you, a mere man, might be worthy or able to love and cherish a playful wind. Yes, I came first unto you out of curiosity for you were a beautiful spirit to me. But in the wilds your heart swelled for me and by the sea you tempted me to be at eternal rest. I am both a playful wind and a mighty tempest and I cannot be stilled! My curse is thus placed upon you. You are forever damned to wander as a beast unto the night and are to be followed eternally by a cold and stinging wind which will be my reminder to you that I cannot be loved or tamed by man.”

The storm then became so violent that it nearly tore the man’s very soul asunder. Forever it seemed to rage, and when the wind had finally calmed, Sannosuke lay naked and changed in a pile of fall leaves at the foot of a camphor tree. No longer was he a man, but the curse had transformed him into an abomination. The fearsome and powerful body of a great wolf beast had taken the place of his mortal frame, however, his face remained that of a man, ever weeping...

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