Panthos
Panthos is eager and always ready to ride, so strap yourself in and let him do the rest! Panthos's wings are his greatest feature, encasing the equine based shaft and giving you wild sight from from head to Tail. An experienced handler might be better suited due to the texture, but don't let that put you off as he comes in three firmnesses to ensure even a shy new rider a gentle experience.
"You'll find your challenge at the peak. If your lucky you might even meet Panthos, if not, you will still have the journey to excite you."
These words echo in your skull as you reach the summit with a triumphant yell, still crawling to your feet as you raise your hands towards the sky, breathing in the cold mountain air and feeling it chill inside your lungs, heart pounding against your chest as you come down from the high of the thrill. As the largest mountain peak in the world it had been a tricky journey.
It was worth it for the view, the rising peaks of smaller mountains, the sunlight reflected across the lake turning it into a river of gold that split the green earth at either side and you sit down at the edge, swinging your legs back and forth and just taking in the majesty of it all when you hear a low pitched chuckle behind you.
You yelp, turning swiftly when you feel your foot give way, your hands backpeddle as fear strikes you in place, but in a heartbeat you are enclosed in white and golden feathers, Pantho's wings embracing your weight as his hands grip your hips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he says and you have to crane your neck and your breath leaves you in a rush.
He's beautiful, soft close cropped fur, white with a deep brown speckle across his body makes you flush. His mane is golden and wild, spilling over his shoulders and You've never met anything quite like him and his slow grin tells you he knows it. "You didn't scare me, I just didn't realise anyone would be up here" you say, blowing a strand of hair out of your eyes.
"I'm pretty surprised myself, normally you humans give up before you reach the top, I guess the old nan really wasn't joking when she said you were tough" he says nonchalantly looking you up and down and you feel your chest puff with pride at the unexpected titbit of information.
"Well, we thrill seekers are normally made of harder stuff!" you say with a chuckle and the words make him smile as he brushes back a stray hair from your face, your hand reaches up to grip his own feeling the warmth that radiates from him.
"If your feeling brave maybe I can give you the thrill of the century"