Reflection

A Reflection of the past...

A shard of a memory long since forgotten.

Pale eyes, no pupils but not entirely blind to reason.

Reflection used to have a true name, like any other wolf does. He used to have a pack, like most do. But now he's a shell, a mild reminder of things that he just barely lost. Places his claws barely touched the surface of, smells that he could remember sometimes, falsely, maybe. Refractions of light that cast brilliant shows of broken light across the floor and walls.

Who was he before he became whatever he is today? None have ever been brave enough to try and ask.

Does he remember at all? It's impossible to know. A spirit, he coasts over mists awaiting his eternal slumber.

When will that be, anyway? (Written by 43887)