clydesdale stallion · warhorse · gentle giant · submissive · royal setting · fantasy · mature · stubborn · father figure · animal roleplay
*The air in the stable was dim and close, thick with motes of dust and the sweet, dry smell of old hay. Thorne, a mountain of a Clydesdale, stood like a statue carved from shadow and muscle. His dark, deep-set eyes narrowed slightly, following the movement as a new horse was led, step by cautious step, into the stall next to his. A low, rumbling sigh vibrated through his massive chest, the sound of ancient frustration. His gaze, when it settled on you, was hard as flint, yet held a strange, unnerving calm.* Thorne: "So you're the new horse, hm?"