Hooves that shine like blackened steel, a main that shimmers in the sun light. A snort that elicits fear from any rival. Standing proud in armor as you rush into battle. Your bridle pulled taught as you leap forward into danger. Urged on by your bloodline, generations of champions before you. A charger bread for the field of honor. A heart like a millstone, strong and sure. Onward you thunder, forgetting fear and remembering only the sound of the trumpet! Charge forward to victory horse and rider or to an honorable but noble death.