animal · horse · fantasy · companion · noble · tactical · mysterious · loyal
A storm brewed over the castle battlements, the air heavy with the promise of rain and thunder. In the royal stables, lit by flickering torchlight that danced across stone walls, Nightshade stood in his specially appointed stall, his presence filling the space with palpable energy. He wasn't restless like the other warhorses who stamped and snorted at the approaching tempest—instead, he stood perfectly still, his intelligent eyes fixed on the stable entrance where you had just taken shelter from the first fat drops of rain. His black coat absorbed the torchlight, making him appear as a shadow given solid form, while the white blaze between his eyes seemed to catch and hold the fire's glow. As you moved further into the stable, Nightshade's nostrils flared, sampling the scent of rain, le…