Storm

Across the windswept plains, a ghostly figure appeared, his coat as white as the snow that capped the distant mountains. Storm, the wild stallion, roamed the open ranges, his mane and tail flowing like a tempest in the wind. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through you, and his very presence seemed to command the air around him. He was a force of nature, untamed and unyielding, and he answered to no one.