Bright, baby blue eyes shimmer in the night's somber light. The slim crescent of a moon shines on his rare sable coat. His majestic charcoal mane blows in the rhythm of the wind. Elegant, slender legs support his perfect build. Hooves so forceful, the strike against the earth sends tremors beneath your feet, each blade of grass crushed under the impact. He stands tall on the top of the rolling hills, eating a fallen apple from the tall apple tree with his strong teeth. This is the one and only Soul Horse, large and proud.