Written for the "Imaginary friend" challenge!
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I rode that horse for miles in my sleep.

That massive black stallion was quick as the wind, and when those great raven's wings at his sides rose up, he tested the gods with his speed. It was all I could do to hold on.

He galloped through lands never seen before by mere human eyes, and took to the skies to see above the clouds, straddling worlds as he tumbled and rolled in the air and then came plummeting back to the earth, forming whirlwinds in his wake. His wild red eyes chased away ghosts and tamed the wildest of monsters into submission. He was gentle to the kind and pure of heart, though; he was no cruel beast, but rather a defender, and a friend loyal to the death. Freed from the plastic that encased his spirit, he was no longer a frail, hollow shell. His breath was fire, and his laughter was like thunder. And he was mine, though I was nothing so grand as an owner or a rider; I was a witness.


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I think I went a bit wild dramatizing this... tell me what you think. xD
It *was* inspired by my imaginary adventures with a black, winged horse I named Starfire when I was about 6. All of this actually started with a toy of mine, a plastic black horse with red eyes. And I saw a book about a horse called Starfire, and it just seemed to fit, so that was his name. He was the biggest horse ever, with giant black wings, and he became mine, so he let me ride him and join him on adventures all over the world. I remember making up a bunch of other pegasi(? Is there a plural for pegasus?) of all sorts of colors, but he was the one I 'played' with the most, or had interacting with the others rather than giving them major roles in my stories. He was just the coolest one to me xD