A horse was born. It was pure white, also known as albino. It had pink red eyes that shimmered in the white fog, that set above the cool grassy ground. Standing a massive 19.1 hands. A stallion and leader. He was known best for his son. Flame. His name was Ice.
Pushing through the wind. Running freely through the mountains. Looking for anything to jump over and run through for he was the king. Nothing had enough guts to challenge him. Till one day when a little black stallion showed up straight infront of him. He didn't move even when he was being galloped at. The albino stopped and simply went along side the black. He then kicked bucked and the little black was long gone.
Ice had his own heard and his own grazing
feild. He had the right to be proud for nobody would take his place. His
favorite mare was black. She had no other colors on her and she was huge
as well. Her name was Felt Satan. Her son was chestnut his name was Flame.
This is how every thing the black stallion knows, is in his head.