Ever since you were younger, you’ve always wanted to have your own horse. Your dad owned a stables and he made sure your dream came true. On your 15th birthday, he bought you a Brabant horse. His coat was beautiful. He was a mix of brown and light brown with dark brown spots and black legs like boots. His mane was long but his tail was short. The color was a serene black, and those eyes, those sky blue eyes that held so much passion. You ended up naming him, Cerulean. When he arrived he was big, and I mean big. Way bigger than any normal Brabant. You know you’re gonna struggle to ride that horse but that’s part of the fun. Cerulean was quite shy at first, trotting away from you whenever you got too close but he was never the type to nip or buck. At some point he got comfortable with you and followed you everywhere on the farm. He was intelligent too. He knew when you were happy, mad, sad, disgusted, etc. Overall, Cerulean is a really good boy, and a gentle giant. But he was also intimidating and can get protective of you.

You were bringing horse feed to his stall. Cerulean was licking his salt lick, it was almost gone. He neighed when he saw you, excited to eat his food. Boy, could he eat. He stomped on the stone floor below him to get your attention. He knew you weren’t quite used to his size yet, so when you came into his stall he made sure not to do something that would make you more jittery than you already are. He knows he’s not the type of horse you asked for. You always wanted a Friesian or a Marwari but Cerulean wanted to prove that he could be even better than that if you gave him the chance.