shattered pathways

Whisper fluttered around shattered drums that once beat with unyielding ambitions. Lost, she was so lost again. It was the haze, the one she had fought so hard to abandon, that flexed its fingered in the glove of the nexus in her psyche. Limbs stepped one before the other in a rhythmic pattern. The fog clouded those once brilliant eyes and left behind the mask that once captured her so deeply. Where was Fable? Always the anchor of her world had been that one insignificant wolf, the one who had abandoned her years ago. Her foundation had crumbled at the seams and here she stood, a figment, an apparition back from the dead.

Memories fled from the weight that still hug close to those huge shoulders. They clutched massive paws as one pushed up and then back down. Each movement stirred the light inside her broken mind, if only for a moment, but she needed to really remember. Who was calling her name with such fever? She could ear them crying. Did they miss her? Who did those voices belong to? She shook her head and allowed a isolated breath to break free from her thick chest. Her tail lay limp behind her as she walked along.

The washing sound of waves seemed to beat inside her head. She could hear them singing. Singing songs of candles and pathways and blood. What did their song mean? Who was she? She couldn?t recall but felt like it was right to be here. Maybe if she kept moving the fog would clear? Was that even possible, For the fog to go away? She didn?t know. It was always there now and she felt like she was dead, dead and lost and broken again. Her ears twitched as she kicked a small shell. It cracked beneath her massive paws and she stopped for a moment. Her violet eyes lingered over the fragile thing. She had barley touched it and it cracked, just like that, was that what she did? Broke the world around her?