I would be a fiery TB mare. Probably a sweet looking black with a white star and snip. Deep hazel eyes. But when anyone tried to ride me, they best be ready for some speed. Slow would NOT be my thing. And if they tried to whip me or beat me, revenge would be 10 fold. If someone fell off, I would stand there and wait like a good horse, then hop sideways when they reached for my reins. I would have a great ground temperment, refuse to run in heat or in humidity and absolutely let loose in the cold or in the rain or cloudy. I would probably be a racer for the first 7 or so years of my life, then be sold off as a Jumper. I would try my heart out for my owner, but on MY TERMS. Would not like being hosed off if the water wasnt right, and I would love to drink gatorade after every ride. Fitness and strength and speed would be my love. And my riders would have to deal with that. Or else. ;D
Horses are angels without wings!