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These accidental deaths, that one instance where he had petted someone and earned a screech from her were all buzzing around in his head. It had been a matter of time before they hit home but it seemed on this misty day in the woods it had butted heads with him finally. All he wanted now was for the milky fog to engulf and slide him away to some land isolated from any sort of life so that he would not end up harming a thing. Even then though he'd probably step on a plant and disconnect it from its stem. No way out of the inevitable, huh? Perhaps death. Even then he was not so brave as to tread near those grounds. He'd like to, he really would but it just did not come to him. Sad, sad, sad. You can kill someone but you can't do the same to yourself. Of course never he meant to hurt someone so badly yet he convinced himself that perhaps he had and wasn't sure he had known it. He must have been born and bred a killer. He had never known if his father or mother were the murdering types for he had scarcely spent time with them but he did know he had originated in a clan where such actions were accepted and he'd hate to think it but possibly respect the willingness of one to commit such a thing. These killer instincts must come naturally to a tiger. One with such a big size anyways. His polar bear body helped extremely little. That one must be twice the percent of lethal-ness he possessed when in his striped big cat form.
A shaking of the head mournfully. Who was next? Little Raiden, Stumppaw, Pierrot or even little Ino whom he had recently met and already loved. The giant gave a breathy noise and the enormous boulder-like head rested upon creamy paws. He'd attend every one of their funerals if he hung any nearer around them. They were his most favored audience, the younger ones. He'd lose it worse than had already departed him. Wait a moment; there was an idea. What if he left? This new thought shocked him. Why would he ever want to leave the humble and welcoming home he had resided in for the past days? To not hurt any one anymore, one. But there was nothing left for him afterwards. He'd have to evaluate further on this trail. He'd see about it.
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