3, The Stallion

A long long ago in a land very much like our own. There lived a beautiful black stallion. His main and tail were long and flowing. He had eyes that were as deep as the deepest pools and a heart full of fire and life. His shinny well proportioned body was built for speed, and he could chase the winds for he was wild and free. He’d kick and stomp and fly into rages causing chaos even pain to those who tried to catch him.

Only a special type of human could catch him If they did that they would break his spirit. The Stallion tried to avoid them knowing of there powers. Then one sad day trapped by wolves and then by the human hounds [the special humans] he could not remain free, to go where he pleased or to do as he pleased. Feted and Brocken what had been was no more . The wind no longer swirled around him and he could not feel the earth shake and give way beneath his thundering hooves, as he would gallop across the open planes to escape his imprisonment was but a dream that he longed for. Then in an instant he chose death and took one last leap into the darkness.