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Once there was a dark stormy night in spring; on this night, Bel Bel, the cream brumby mare, gave birth to colt foal, pale like herself, or paler, in that wild, black storm.. She called him Thowra, meaning wind, and as he grew, and became more beautiful, it was clear that he would be hunted. Hunted by man, since they were so strange looking in the wild herds, and this colt would have another enemy too; every stallion would be doubly against him because of his colour. Be involved in the story surrounding the silver horse, join his herd of beautiful mares, perhaps, or face him in battle. Be part of the story.

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