Son of Posidon -- whenever his hoof touched the ground a fresh spring broke forth.  Perhaps occasionally he was caught but never was he broken.  All the world chased him and the dream he represented – of a mankind not shackled to the dirt.  Pegasus finally found solace on a high mountain, in a sacred place.  His occupation forever after was carrying Zeus's thunder, ridden only by the Dawn.

I put my personal spin on Pegasus in this pattern... here he's still in his rebellious Nightmare phase, stung by Heaven's gadfly, searching for some sort of serenity to be found between earth and sky.

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