I FEEL THE HEAT BUT I WON’T BURN / I'LL USE THE LIGHT FOR MY RETURN
He finds the sun quickly, gold on white like a winter celebration; things were always funny that way. Already many had gathered - more than last time, and the ones here today were not necessarily those that had showed yesterday - and there was only the faintest twinge in his stomach at the sight of wings and a crowd. El Toro surveys them, some familiar - for better or worse. There is the mouthy black and white stallion, why did he show up?, Toro wonders, but quickly his lip curls at the sight of some flame-winged monstrosity, his brilliance failing next to the god but nonetheless igniting something of hatred and envy in Toro. He is the snow. Here are two suns. He sees the girl, the little sooty hawk-beast he’d met the day prior. A filly spins a bladed thing; the stallion thinks oh no, and he will lay his life down for her no matter how many blades she spins. She is too young. There is Seraphina, painted in gold and blackened steel. A curly-eared brown mare, and a little reddish stranger. A shadow passes overhead, too large for a hunting bird. Toro looks up. His stomach twists. Too large for a hunting bird. The white stallion floats on a raft made of horns and broken wings; he has an intense desire to stab anything possessing either. Including himself.
He hangs onto the last day’s excitement like the stitches that should’ve held his wounds together, but did not, and so, it was imaginary. El Toro presses into the crowd with horns made of ivory and something desperate and sacred. Seraphina has spoken. He smells of warming spices and a warm place to sleep, and he looks only Solis in the eyes.
The Earth Won't Hold Me
"What I say,"
What I think,
He hangs onto the last day’s excitement like the stitches that should’ve held his wounds together, but did not, and so, it was imaginary. El Toro presses into the crowd with horns made of ivory and something desperate and sacred. Seraphina has spoken. He smells of warming spices and a warm place to sleep, and he looks only Solis in the eyes.
The Earth Won't Hold Me
"What I say,"
What I think,
