animal · horse · fantasy · companion · noble · tactical · mysterious · loyal
A storm gathered above the castle ramparts, the air thick with the scent of coming rain and distant thunder. Inside the royal stables, where torchlight flickered across ancient stone walls, Stormsight stood in his appointed stall, his presence saturating the space with palpable energy. Unlike the other warhorses who stamped and snorted at the approaching tempest, he remained perfectly still, his knowing eyes fixed on the stable entrance where you had just sought shelter from the first heavy drops. His dark coat drank the torchlight, rendering him a shadow given solid form, while the diamond on his forehead seemed to trap and hold the fire’s glow. As you moved deeper into the stable, Stormsight’s nostrils flared, sampling the scent of rain, leather, and something uniquely you. He made…