Tassi Origin Prompts

"Another day dawns" - he said to himself as he opened his eyes. There was still some time until daybreak but he had heard a noise nearby.
He uncurled quietly and he stretched his front legs, then, he tried to make out what the noise was. His paw still hurt where he had injured it just yesterday and the burning sensation was very unpleasant.

He leaned out of his little lair, which was covered by brushes. By the time he noticed the silhouette of a squirrel, it had already climbed the tree and vanished among its branches.
He noticed his dry mouth shouting for water, so he decided that the very first thing he would do that morning, would be to go to the fountain. Being careful, it was his habit to make no noise, he was little by little coming out of the dense forest that surrounded the park.
That reserve didn't have many visitors at that time of the year, but as the days were getting brighter and warmer, sometimes some "human lair" surprised him, those that people create as quickly as they removed. That species had some curious magical tricks.
He started shortening his steps before getting to the edge of the forest, where he stopped to look at everything that reached his sight. In the distance, near the "black well", was a human den, but it was dark and there weren't any humans nearby: they would be resting.
He quickly crossed part of the park to where the fountain was. That ‘fountain’ was in fact water falling from a tall well to the floor, where it dissappeared into a black thing with small holes. This was the place where he used to drink, even if it was dangerous because of the humans, that water somehow quenched his thirst more.

As soon as he finished drinking, he turned to the forest, meandering among the wells of the park, and then walked towards the sun, which was beginning to show above the lake. While he was leaving, some noises came from the human den: they were waking up. Rapidly, he left the park.
The lake was a huge mass of water, so deep that he couldn’t even know how far down it really reached. Once he tried to walk into the water as far as he could, and he only could do so for four short steps, at that distance, the water already reached his chest, and wet his neck. There was no use in going any deeper as it was dangerous. There were two well-distinguished shores, the human and the green one. The human shore had small tree arms built over the water. The smooth kind that had no plants except for the wood they were made out of. On these branches humans sat, with long sticks in their hands for hours. Somehow those sticks attracted fish, and the humans waited until they had caught some. Other small humans ran to the branches ends, shouting and making loud noises, jumping into the lake. Still, these activities were only seen when the sun was higher and warmer.
What brought him to this strange shore, were the humans’ leftovers. Usually, while there was nobody there, he found juicy food just thrown onto the grass, sometimes the foodstuffs were even easier to find because they shone and brightly reflected any light that fell upon them. Another human trick. His stomach was already rumbling, he hadn’t eaten enough these last days. He started his search, sniffing and removing all the scraps he found. He was able to eat something spongy-tasting that was surrounded by a bright coat he removed, he also found some bones near the “smoking wall”, and sucked in something close by by accident, which left a bitter taste in his mouth. Later, his nose guided him to a human bag, which seemed full of things.

He stuck his nose in to explore it, but a human shout at the distance startled him:
“Mutt! Fus!“ a human shouted at him, while waving wildly with his hands. That human seemed angry. Before hearing anymore, he bit the bag and started running towards the forest he had come from.
The human began chasing him while shouting: “My food! Damn sack of fleas, you’ll pay for this”. Whilst running he suddenly stopped hearing the human words, and instead heard a noise in the lake, near the shore. The human was throwing stones, trying to hit him! A stone hit the ground near his back, but that was the closest shot. He ran until he was deep inside the forest, although far from his lair. He didn’t want to be followed there.
When he felt secure he stopped and dropped the bag which fell to the floor with a plonk, a mixed sound of branches, dry leaves and grass. He panted for a while before checking the loot. The bag was full of food! He quickly devoured a mixture of meat and that spongy dough humans used to eat. Then he started fighting against a container of meat with his fangs. It took a long time to break the box, but there was so much meat inside that it was worth it.

He was in the process of licking up what was left of his reward, when he heard a familiar noise from the forest. “The hut” he thought. That meant that those humans were already awake.
“Hut’s people” were different to the human that had chased him just a few minutes ago. There were three of them. One was tall and seemed to be protective of the two smaller humans, the tall one just stood in the hut’s door looking at him angrily when he approached the hut. “That’s fair, you don’t share your family’s den with strangers”, he thought. The tall one was only taking care of its territory.
"Faaaantasyyyy", shrieked one of the small humans with the shrillest voice he'd ever heard that echoed through the whole forest. "Come here, big guy", lured the second.
He didn’t know what those human sounds meant, but for his stomach they were good tones: they meant a great day.
He left the leftovers of his previous meal, and quietly went to the clearing where the hut was. He stopped by the side of the tree that marked the forest edge, as he used to do. They had been giving him food every few days for months and they had established a kind of ritual for the meeting.
First, he let himself be seen by them but still halfway hidden by the forest edge. Then the small humans came a little closer, and left food in the middle between the house and the forest. He had noticed that they tried to stay closer to the food each day, but he would not let them touch him. He warned them with growls which made them three, the little ones perk up and distance themselves from the food and the big one gave a step forward. Finally, he began to eat until what was left was small enough to be carried away in his mouth.
Then he turned around and went where he wanted to eat it, alone.
“Be careful, Fantasy” that piercing voice shouted as he vanished among the trees.

He went to the “green shore” of the lake this time.
From there, on the other side of the lake, he could see more humans, dens and grayish clouds growing from the “smoking wall”. However, the green shore was quieter, and they couldn’t see him behind all the shrubbery that grew on the shore. There were so many bushes that it looked like a green grass forest, with a green ground. The amount of animals and plants you could see there was so varied that you could not even count how many different types there were. It could be said that this shore was his favorite place. There usually weren’t any humans, it was close to the park, but far enough to be able to watch if any human approached, and the forest was so close behind him that he could quickly hide in case he was in danger.
The good thing about being near the park besides getting free food even though it was dangerous too were the humans’ dogs. From time to time one of them would sniff him out on the green shore from the park. Almost all approached him with fear since they knew they were smaller than him and he was different, but since they were usually curious, they came close to him to greet him and smell that strange creature. He was okay with them paying him visits most of the time.Except when they were puppies. Those little balls of fluffs were made of nightmares. Without fail they would start barking at him and make a fuss looking for attention, which meant he usually couldn’t do anything but vanish into the forest to hide.
But in general, it was the only relationship he had with anyone and that also was good for him. He had been lonely for a long time, living between the park, the forest and the lake where some days could be very long…
He looked at the sun that gently began to hide.
“Another day ends” he said to himself.