In quiet moments, it comes to him, a shadow of who he had once been. The startling feeling of almost knowing, yet complete and absolute non-remembrance crawls through his body. Darkness swirls through his skin, tendrils of ebony weaving through his soul.

In this crowded world, he is alone. The day is only broken by meals and the occasional conversation. There are faces and bodies, but none of them are familiar. Some faces are kind and soft, though most are harried, and the air is thick with the stench of sadness and bitterness. The scenery is beautiful- though beauty alone does little to lighten his menacing soul.

His mind flickered to Rexanna. The connection (perhaps it had been unrequited, he does not know) he had built with her had been a bridge to the world around him, so he could truly see beauty and light. With this bridge, he felt less lonely. Now, she had vanished and the bridge had severed. Many horses surrounded him, attempted to communicate with him, but he was alone. Even the touches of mares (something that had always ignited his skin) warranted little reaction nowadays.

Wrinkles have formed around his eyes and lips and between two creased brows from his dark scold. Piercing gaze falls on a femme that many would deem beautiful. She twirls, tresses dancing through the wind as her legs move her in circles. Then, she stops. Gloom drags itself over her ivory body. She no longer looks colorful and exciting to him- merely another body to crowd Helovia. To him, it seems there had been a glimpse of something magical within her, but it had faded to the boring of the world around him.

The sun streams through those windows, and she remains illuminated by a myriad of colors, though the exhale of air through velvet lips suggest that her mind is clouded with grey, even if her body is not. The beast seeks to devour a mare with brilliance within at the moment, no longer wishing to dwell on those with a common dullness. Caleb's mood ricocheted between low and lower.

Everything around him was a wilted grey, lost of all and any beauty. Still, the hybrid's cloven hooves move him towards this stranger, perhaps still somewhat interested in that starry-eyed  look she had housed only moments ago.