| He is steel gray and dappled by the setting of a blood red sun. He is a stunning horse, ravishing and powerful but inconsolably abused and forgotten long ago. He is forever tender and afraid; fragile and untouchable like vibrantly stained glass. He is unfortunately just a beautiful disaster. With steady gaits and deliberate movements, he is the epitome of fluid grace, like a dark cloud floating across a periwinkle sky. He is the promise of a wrathful storm trapped inside the serene, peaceful body of a simple gray horse. He is going to unleash the storm of anger, rage, fear, hostility, and viciousness. He is nothing but a fury of striking hooves; a hurricane. |