anyone;

[Castile]

and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was

Loess is far behind him, an abandoned summit dotting the horizon. Admittedly, he glanced back over his shoulder a few times, longing for the jaded mountain peak that had been his roost for so many years. Children and grandchildren settled into the caves and together they slept, protected and loved.
 
But changes are meant to happen, and Castile embraces it as he sets his Loessian life behind him for now.
 
As his hooves alight, his draconic wings immediately fold then shed away. He is normal then, seemingly so, but then he further alters himself. Those familiar with him will know his scent; that, he cannot mask. His skin, however, changes underneath the high noon sun. His notable piebald markings recede. The golden band across his face vanishes. His metallic bronze locks deepen.
 
By the time he opens his eyes again, Castile is a chestnut with a blaze, four white stockings, and nutmeg eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing unique. Today, he is ordinary, and tastes a sip of a free life with no restraints, no obligations, no story.
 
Lifting his chin, Castile draws in a deep breath and finally allows his stress to melt away. Each muscle slowly – reluctantly – eases into a state of relaxation as he lowers his head to graze.

castile

homeboy is currently a chestnut with a blaze, 4 white stockings, and brown eyes so that he isn't as easily recognized. he's taking a breather from life lol