shattered pathways

hadows danced across her eyes. Scorching out what was reality and what was the lost realm. She could hear something in the distance. They were muffled and disheveled words that called to her shattered memories. She blinked for a moment; unsure what time of day it was, where she was, who she was, it was all a blur. Hadn?t she heard a name, what had he said, Taurig. Her body acted on instinct, giving the illusion of recognition. She moved towards him. Each step felt as if she was pulling her paws out of quicksand. Stick and clinging, holding on for dear life, as she grew closer to the cobalt wolf.

She stood, eyes looking at him but not quite at him. Her body made no movement; she was utterly still, all but the rhythmic movement of her chest. She struck out, her head turning towards his left shoulder, and her teeth grazed fur and skin. She barley drew any blood at all, just enough for a small taste. She rolled the drop across her tongue and closed her eyes.

A flash of memory crossed her subconscious. She could see him, defeated and broken because of the pink wolf. She could see his mate, she had wanted to protect her, but she didn?t know why. A shattered home given out of desperation and all those that depended on him left homeless. Oh she remembered now as the anger pulled her mind back together. She fed on that anger, wrapped it around herself like a blanket, and really looked at him.

?Well then.? She said, confusion still laced in her voice but the faded cryptic banter seemed to ease. ?It seems my mind retained its fracture.? She mused. Yet fear clutched at the back of her mind. She had lost her self again. If she was regressing she knew she would likely not remember any of them. At least, not until she tasted them, blood was memory and knowledge and it would help her remember.

She focused on her friend and tilted her head to the side. ?Blood speaks truth. It calls to me and with its taste comes revelations.? She said with a laugh, ?Don?t shit yourself now Taurig, blood and shit just don?t mix you know.? She teased in an attempt to lighten the confusion. Yet the worry still clutched at her heart. She could feel that unknown being flexing in her metaphorical body. Testing her and seeing where her limits lay.