Being a horse of a former emperor of a clan of tigers has its perks. But now, life's smoother, just the way I like it. My mornings always began with my master, White tiger, feeding me. So, I waited for him to come in. I learned that resting was the best way for time to pass by. So that's what I do.

The door to my stable opened to reveal my master holding a large stack of hay. I raised my head to look at him. Although I couldn't communicate with him through words, due to me being a horse, he somehow understands what I say. I gave him a little neigh.

My master smiled and gave my head a tiny rub. "Morning, Rage. Can tell you slept well." I neighed back. He grabbed a brush from the tack room and started grooming my black coat. I started feeding on the haystacks. My master finished grooming and put a saddle on my back. As soon as I stood up, he mounted, gently patting my side.

I trotted out of the stable, my master on my back. The cold air ruffled my fur, making me purr. My master gently pets my neck, urging me on. I started to pick up the pace in a gallop.

That night, we just returned from town. My master pulled my reins, so I stopped. He dismounted, taking off my saddle and reins. He grabbed another brush from the tack room and started grooming. Once he finished, he lead me back to the stable. I curled up in my nest. I gave a tired neigh. "Goodnight, Rage. Same time tomorrow." My master replied,walking out of my stall. I gave another neigh, before lying down to sleep.