Reflections In The Water
01-29-2014, 05:37 AM
The eastern lands seemed unchanged save for a little. There was some debris lying about from the storm he guessed, but it was all over know. He wandered aimlessly, having forced himself to stay out of the beach cove for a couple days, an effort to get out into the sun and outside world more. So far, he was doing well...though he was on the skinny side, his depressions not allowing him to eat more then a few fish a day, and he had not hunted bigger game for at least a season or two. He had not the energy to do so, and his usual vibrance seemed to have disappeared over the course of time. He felt like a shell of his former self, unrecognizable he was sure to any that he had come across before, as well as to himself. The youth stopped at the banks of the delta, moving to the very waterline and staring down at the ever moving water. He stared at his reflection, ears laid back slightly. Was that really him...? It had been so long since he looked at himself, unrecognizable even to his own eyes...what had life done to him? Speech, |