My Dragonhorse Cooper, from the cub to the Stallion.

Cooper was a happy Cub, until his parents got attacked by the masked Beast, a hell monster who killed Coopers mother, and teared off Wildstorms wings.
Later humans took Cooper from Wildstorm and wanted to kill him. He could escape but have to stand on his own. With only a soulstone on his neck he learned how to survive and when his strength grown, the stone
stransformed into his soulweapon, a chain-scynthe.
He learned to use his base-element "Fire" and grown up to the proud of his father. A Hell of a warrior. The fouth Rider of the Apocalypse: Death!

Cooper belongs to me: