Quite frankly, I was terrified of the beast. My horse was dwarfed in comparison to this steed. He seemed to summon thunder itself when he stomped his hooves. The wind moved to his command as his nostrils flared and he swished his tail. He was a thing of power, the embodiment of nature.
Zenyatta--saw her race in California. Magnificent. She kicked it into 4th gear in the last turn of the race and without even breathing heavily galloped past the 4 horses ahead of her. What a beauty, sad to see her go so soon