shattered pathways

The winds drifted threw oh such soft fur. Pulling at the aroma of who she use to be. Mirrors told the stories of the brave and heroic and yet the shadows showed the broken and lost. Who was she? With the whisper of ghosts to her ears her head turned blandly. No emotions crossing her eyes as she stared into what seemed like nothing and yet there was something. Violet eyes showed no sign of acknowledgement to the sound that had passed straight threw her. She paused in mid step. Something drew her to shake her head. A smell? What was triggering the forgotten to remember? Yet it was so hard to hold onto that small fabric of remembrance.

The cloud seemed to subside, at least it would appear, and as she drank in the figure that she had looked right threw only moments ago. Had he said something? Her ears twitched in a delayed response and she allowed her lip to curl back for a moment. It was a flicker of aggression, a sign of her turmoil. Her tail flicked back and forth behind her, mimicking a gavel, each swish growing closer and closer to its target.

?Fragments, they shimmer, bits and pieces and yet I cannot see the picture.? She said with a growl. A flicker of a face, a sharp stab of disappointment, regret, and even anger seemed to coil inside her body. It was as if the world had ignited so many emotions she was unable to chose just one and yet how could she? What he had done had disappointed her greatly but she was unsure what it was he had done. Something nagged at the edges of her being but the impression was so minimal she dismissed it. ?A name, a flower, thorns, I cannot recall. You called me something? A creature perhaps?? she asked, the flowers knew the truth, they found it with blood. Maybe if she took just a little. She might remember? He seemed to know her face and yet she felt so confused.