It's a Thursday Prompt response! Hot damn! I haven't done one of these in ages. I guess sometimes it hits you, and sometimes it doesn't. This one came out pretty well, if perhaps criminally short. Do enjoy.

Silver
by pyrostinger

A Thursday Prompt response

Silver was his hair, and he was a fox through and through. Wily, clever, and devious were all words that could describe him. So also could charming and thoughtful. Whether these were good or bad things depended on the situation. He had a tendency of being manipulative. Whenever he knew what he wanted, he would seek to find it. Whenever he found a roadblock, he put the problem aside to tackle a new one, confident that he would find a way around it. If he was ever truly discouraged, he hid it well. Even into his winter years, he was never old. Old was someone who sought to complain more than do, he said. Someone that lamented the newfound fraility of their bodies and cursed the young for the things they could no longer do. His mind was too quick to be limited by whatever broke down his body, and his life had given him the ability to seek out more exotic means of keeping himself not young, but hale and healthy.

When he came out of the hospital with a new body, quite like the foxes he so admired and resembled, nobody who knew him was surprised for long. Silver was his fur now, and he quite liked the color. He also developed some new habits after the surgery, but that also surprised noone for long. After all, he was moreso a fox than before, just with a different face and fur instead of hair. He was still his devilish self, often making people feel decadent for having been in his prescence. Once they got over his new appearance, that is.

It was his appearance that would sentence him to death in the eyes of some. When they found his broken body in that alleyway, he smiled to the police and to the EMTs as much as he could. Even his family and friends had to avert their eyes from this new horrible visage inflicted upon him by fear and hatred. He saw his end near, but he guessed this might happen, and his affairs were already in order. When he died, some would say that there was a faint twitching of his lips, once again curling into the smile he usually had when something he planned went well.

Silver was his fur, and he was a fox through and through. And his spirit shall ever live on.