ruby red glow ; any

[farren]

It is strange for him to once again be in the normal world; moments ago, it would seem, he was a boy, running along with demons, black magic coursing through his veins. But now he is back in his familiar body, back into the world of comforting scents and smells, with the only difference being the shiny quality to his mane and tail. It is garland, which he knows is from the world he just  left, and as odd (and reflective) as it may look, he finds it is quite effective against the gnats that fly around.

He is still young in terms of body and experience. He is just now fully grown, filled with the blind confidence of a young stallion, with the looks to match. He isn't arrogant, or at least he thinks - he is simply aware of himself. The field is a place he as seen before but never taken the time to enjoy, so he stops and grazes under the multicolored trees, the gentle rays of autumn warmth hitting his muscled back. As much as he loves feeling like a stallion, like an adult, he is lonely and is unaware of just how to approach another horse, stallion or mare. So instead he waits for one of them to come to him. It's not like he is hard to spot, with the garland a ruby red from the sunshine - he is a beacon, surely, for others to spot.

He has always loved the fall, with its crisp morning air and sweet scents, with its stunning colors of gold and copper and ruby. This year is no different, and he quite likes the garland that adorns him, for it matches the colors of the trees and their newly-colored leaves. He feels more connected to the fall, in a way, although he will never admit that. He knows that is a childish thought, and he has worked so hard to seem like a man, but he cannot help but be youthful at times. He has not been hardened by the hardships many others have faced, so he is innocent, and cannot help that it is in his nature to be so.

F A R R E N

i'll taste the sky and feel alive again