The big brute walked swiftly through the forest heading towards the small creek. He barely made any noise because of the powdery soft snow under his powerful hooves. The cool wind combed its icy fingers though his long silky mane and tail and made his wispy feathers around his hooves dance.
The stallion stopped and breathed deeply pulling in a freezing breath, a new scent tantalized his senses. He stood there a statue of grace,masculine, and power testing the air trying to figure out what other presence was in the woods.
Others are afraid of him, but in reality he was a gental giant towering over 18 hands. But then again mess with the ones he loves and you will have a reason to be scared..
He finally got to the small creek he sighed letting out a burst of steam from his large nostrils.. He still felt the ghostly presence around him and the scent flooding his senses.