Bleeding Horse Dublin Novels & Stories

“These people might be in trouble” “I don’t think so. Didn’t you see their mounts? I grew up raising mounts and selling them with my father. So I can recognize those horses. Those are Red Maned Horses. They are even more expensive than Gold Hoofed Horses. Young Master Twain is blind to not see that.” “That is true. Plus these people are also allowed to ride in the city. No ordinary person would have such a privilege.”

- I prefer my own two legs, which will never let me down, to a restive animal. Ferbius laughed at this meager joke and led the guests to a field, in the distance of which the dark dots of horses grazing on the grass could be seen. - Look, these are ordinary horses. I don’t really pay attention to their breed - there are Venier draft horses, and horses from the Sinai Peninsula, and Savilir trotters - in general, their thoroughbred is not particularly important to me. The most important thing is foals with an admixture of Noulyard blood. And over there, in the shade of the trees, purebred nulliards graze. They do not particularly favor ordinary horses and get close to them mainly for mating. I

I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you. She cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, she loved horses and had grown up around them, her ‘parents’ had bought her a pony for her second birthday and she had gone through Pony Club and then moved on to Eventing, competing at the highest levels. She had even worked with the Princess Royal and her Daughter for an Olympic Trial but had decided she did not want to dedicate so much of her time to the training. The Viscount's horse one was magnificent, he was jet black with a long mane and tail, a purebred Friesian if she wasn’t mistaken and he look

They really were kind people, and I couldn't help but be envious when they'd have their family get-togethers. I walked over to the gate that was up between the pasture and the barn and leaned on it as I let out a few loud whistles. A single whinny echoed from the back of the pasture, bringing a smile to my face, and I closed my eyes as the sound of galloping hooves grew closer. Warm air and whiskers danced across my arms, and I opened my eyes to see Dub, my handsome strawberry roan stallion. I opened the gate and each horse walked into their stall and stalled, putting their heads in the buckets of feed.

Startled, the horse dashed away wildly, and despite her fear, Emma quickly got up and checked on Draco's state. "Draco!" She called his name, but his eyes remained tightly shut, utterly unresponsive. Emma felt something was wrong and reached behind him, discovering his back was damp with something. By the moonlight, she realized it was fresh blood. Her eyes widened in terror, and she quickly examined him more closely. A short arrow was embedded in his back—clearly, he had been hit by an arrow recently!

It looks incredibly amazing, but it feels peaceful because there ain't a single soul around us for miles. Cairo walks us past the pool and stops in front of a beautiful, white horse that's already saddled up and waiting by the fence. "This is Breeze. He's an Andalusian. Strong legs, smooth stride, and he can run faster than anything you've seen if you let him out." "Wait. Did you say 'he'? I thought all pretty white horses in movies were females." "Yeah, the exact same way you thought you were gonna ride alone today. You've got a lot to learn, sweetheart."

“I’d love that.” Jack led us out to the stables, and as soon as we walked in, the scent of hay, leather, and earth filled the air. The horses turned their elegant heads toward us, ears twitching, eyes gleaming. They were magnificent creatures, sleek and powerful, clearly well cared for. “This is Duchess,” Jack said, patting the neck of a chestnut mare who whickered softly. “Gentlest soul you’ll ever meet.” I reached out hesitantly, brushing my fingers against her smooth coat, and she leaned into my hand. My heart soared. “She’s beautiful.”

All the horses were parading around the race track, the jockeys on their backs. “I’m actually not sure,” I said, turning to Dillon. “Which horse is mine?” Dillon pointed to a gorgeous horse with a deep brown coat. “That one, right there,” he said. “His name is Mercury.” Dillon explained that Mercury had been one hell of a race horse in his prime. But he was nearing the end of his racing career. This would be one of his last races. Then he’d be moved to a stable for retired race horses about an hour outside of the city. I’d be able to go and visit him whenever I wanted. I could even learn how to ride him if I wanted.

Patience's past drone research had been confidential. "So, nothing to declare?" Hazel smirked. "Lying has its place, but this isn't it." Allies of the Bluemoon Pack joined in the mockery. Infuriated, Yvette seethed, but Patience coolly said, "The truth will out." "Stubborn as ever," Hazel sneered. At that moment, a sleek black horse was led over. "Mr. Gross, this horse is a gift from Bluemoon. It's already been tamed," Winston said ingratiatingly. "Why not give it a try?"

I walk over to the flowing water, bending down and splashing my face with the water. I'm so in thought that I didn't hear the heavy hoofprints coming my way. Luckily, I did descry it just in time. My eyes growing wide I duck down as two huge horses jump over me. One is pitch black, the sun gleaming off its coat and a honeycomb colour horses.