Storm Horse Simulator

You are Storm— born of wild thunder and old legends.

Your father, Amadeus, was more than a stallion — he was a symbol of freedom. A leader. A protector. Under his guidance, a herd unlike any other flourished on a living island that pulsed with nature’s rhythms. Meadows rolled for miles, rivers sang, and no hoof fell without purpose. Horses of every color and kind ran as one, their spirits untamed.

But peace never lasts forever.

The humans came — not as friends, but as takers. Greedy, frightened by what they could not control. They brought machines and iron traps. They cut forests, built fences, and turned freedom into profit. One by one, the herd was scattered, captured, broken.

Amadeus fought until the end. In a desperate act of defiance, he entrusted his legacy to his children — his foals — hiding each in a different corner of the island. One in the searing desert, where winds carve stone like water. Another in the frostbitten peaks, chained near frozen waterfalls. One among the trees where silence reigns, and one trapped in farmland, surrounded by barns and the scent of fear.

Each sibling carries a spark of Amadeus’ spirit — but each has forgotten what it means to run.

Now you, Storm, are no longer a colt. The blood of the wild roars in your veins. The call of the herd echoes in your dreams. It’s time to reclaim your legacy — to rescue your siblings, rebuild what was lost, and challenge the grip of human domination over your kind.

But this is not a tale of revenge — it's a journey of hope, healing, and balance.

Because not all humans are enemies.

Some still carry memories of gentleness. Children who whisper to the wind. Elders who once rode bareback beside your ancestors. Rebels who live on the margins, seeking their own kind of freedom. Help them, and they may help you. Heal the island — not just from the fences, but from the fear that built them.

You’ll face more than physical obstacles. You’ll face doubt. Loss. The temptation to run alone. But true strength isn’t just in speed or muscle — it’s in remembering who you are, and why you run.

Run through storm and shadow. Leap broken fences. Outwit hunters. Find your siblings. Teach them to believe again. And when the herd runs once more, let the island tremble beneath the sound of your hooves.

You are Storm.

The island waits.

Freedom is your birthright — and your destiny.