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There is no sun.

Or at least, it is what most of us of the CoMDoB - that is, the Committee for the Domestication of Bladewolves - had come to believe. Not to say that the humans that ran the facility believed such a thing. It was from they that those of us behind the steel bars heard of this glorious thing called sun. They said it was like a giant gas lamp in the sky... others said they'd heard stories of it being a great glowing eye. But most of us believed it was just a pup tale, just like grass, the great pelt of fur that covered the world beyond-the-bars. But no. There is no sun. There is no grass. Within the Den of Bars; within our home-that-is-our-world, there is only the cold stone floors and the dim gas lamps, and the dreaded hours in which the two-legged ones that call themselves men take us into the erasing room.

But they hadn't taken me yet. My name is Hasego, and they will not tame me.

Most here have never seen the outside world, and those that have don't remember it. Our mothers and fathers were taken in from the great beyond-the-bars where there's "grass" and "sun" and "wind." I remember it, but only slightly, that sweet smell when you take away the scent of urine, feces, and the-thousand-that-are-gone. I was just a pup, days old - perhaps weeks - but I was there. The two-leg-called-Orin says I dreamt it, exaggerating the light of the dim lamps into the great orb of light in... what do they call it... the great ceiling above the ceiling. He says he's here to help us. But he says that to every collar he drags into the erasing room; those collars that come back into the cages-of-less-smell with empty, stupid eyes, foolish smiles, and sometimes - a horror to think - no blades. Defiled by the two-legged man-beasts that would mutilate our beauty and claim that beauty is a lie, just so that new man-beasts with grabbing hands can drag the empty ones away on the end of a chain, neve to be seen again.

Many are fooled by the man-beast stories, that the chain is a lead to the great beyond where we can run and play in a stone room bigger than the biggest exercise chamber and eat as many slop-meals as we want. But no... there are no songs of great adventures on a chain. Only death. And even as the rusted chain comes to greet me this night, I refuse to believe it. I will not be fooled. No, I will fool them....

My name is Hasego, and they will not tame me.