Sublimely Mane

Thunder rolls beneath the hooves.  Winds rush and tails flail.  Pounding, beating, speed to strength, strength to grace, grace to greatness — nigh are they to perfection, and neigh to ever having seen their equal.  They are the noblest of nobility, and Mane is their name.

It is often said that to the Mane the heavens gave their utmost, and that to us mere mortals they were gifted.  Can an argument even be raised?  Perhaps by the fool.  But to those who have witnessed them run the plain, to those who have mounted, to those who have tasted freedom as it was meant, the loftiness of such praise is not nearly lofty enough.  Look into a Mane’s eyes and tell me if doubts persist.  You’re more likely to see your own soul!

Glorious is the Mane, unequaled, unmatched!  Sheer will drives him, fearlessness forms his core.  Manes are unafraid of the fray; to them the war-drums and blood-rush are anthems.  Nostrils flared, flanks at the ready, Manes welcome the fight.  Let those who oppose them come!  Let them rattle their swords!  Courage is the Mane, wisdom, heart, and trust.  They are Windchaser and Warriorbearer, Friendkeeper, and Mindreader — many are their names and many more their number.  And what are mortals, Trucebreakers?  Manes know and yet abide them.

And if you must ask why and how…move, pack your bags, catch the first ferry to the North Star.  Because to not know Manes is to not know this land, and only residents of the Thunderlands deserve such secrets, and only residents of the Thunderlands will hear them from me.

Inkling #13:

What is The Seven Thunders:?  It is the Horsehold, it is Evanequine — home to Uhlan, home to Mane.  Mane to mortal: It is the Union, not easily formed, less easily broken.