Cheval de I'or

The fiery stallion sprinted into the lands, screaming his rage, and might. He spun on his hind, sprinting a few yards that way, and screaming his high pitched rage call again. He reared, his golden bod shinning in the late red sun, his silver mane glistening. "if you coward reside here, run or fight, coward shiver in my might." He crashed to the earth, his screams and calls killing the peace, birds flew up, and deer ran, he sprinted quickly over the road, his flags and banners flying behind him. He stopped dead in the center of the road. He reared high, an impressive sight for any on looker.

He raged off again, looking for any equine carcass that called this their home. He plunged into the cool lake, the glistening water folding around him, it's cool moist engulfing him, the gentle breeze stirring the water. His powerful pistons moved the water easily, he reached the island, he waited, making that call one last time.