Horse Stories 소설 & 이야기

The wild horse that Logan rode had difficulty balancing several times, Logan almost fell off the horse but he kept on chasing Asher. "I'm sure you're much better than that brown horse," Logan said, holding the reins tightly and pulling hard. The horse increased in speed, managing to catch up with Asher's brown horse through several laps. All the servants watched the fierce action between the two people who didn't stop riding for three hours.

Once outside, Jasmine went straight to horse stable where she saw hundreds horses, castle horse stable was distinguished with breeds of horse, there were mixed breed horse, Caspian Horse, Icelandic Horse, Arabian which were specialy purchased by King Sargon from middle east and many more. “Wow…” Jasmine said as she searched for a particular horse, she kept looking for couple of minute until she saw a destrier breed horse, Destrier horses were usually stallions, bred and raised from foalhood specifically for the needs of war, Jasmine was aware of horse riding, she and her grandmother used to own a horse back when they used to visit neighboring kingdom for treatment of ill people. Jasmine walk

The things we said became the truth, and she’d said some things that made him think she might be onto the truth. There were moments that asked questions and moments meant for answers. She brushed a stray hair from his face and let her fingers slide down his cheek. “Now, tell me about these horses. I want to ride with you soon.” He tugged her hand and led her to the first stall. “This is Carson. He’s a Quarter Horse we got last year from Georgia.” Moving from stall to stall, he told her about every horse and their unique personalities before promising she could ride a few sometime.

I no longer wonder if most of the waitresses like Dustan. "I don't have class today. It's over, but the king hasn't told me anything yet so I'm going for a walk first because I might not be able to do it next time," I answered him and I got closer to the horses. "Dustan, what breed are these horses?" "All I know is that they are all Arabian Stallions. Only the kingdom of Valeria has this breed," he answered me and stroked the horse's hair. "It's good that you're done with your studies. Stefano is eager to join you on their walks."

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

Millie furrowed her eyebrows, trying to repeat the word. “Hippodrome is a place where people take their horses to ride, participate in competitions and other things.” Alice explained, reaching out to pet the nose of Angel, the beautiful, spotted-bodied Mustang mare who had acted like an affectionate dog from the moment Alice and Millie set foot in the stable “And studs are often the home of horses and where their babies are born. Once, when I was a little older than you, your great-grandfather took me to one of the Bianchi's stud farms. I remember it being a very beautiful place.”

The side of his mouth twitched, watching me with amusement. "I have never been to a stable!" Excitement dripped from my voice. "But now you are here." "Are those yours?" I asked in awe, approaching the stable with my small steps. There were five horses standing there, some were munching on green grass and some were staring at us with big brown eyes. A brow of his raised. "What do you think?" I bit my lip. Of course they were his. This was his farmhouse after all. A black horse jumped and neighed at Adrian as he rubbed his neck gently. "This is Silas, my horse. Though I also ride Logan sometimes." He pointed at the brown one standing beside Silas. "But Silas is my favorite."

Harvey is a beautiful American Paint Horse. He is a mix of Blank and White and I will admit he is my favorite. He is a very docile creature and he has helped me more than most people know. Harvey was the first horse I was introduced to when I started equestrian therapy. I was a bit intimidated by him, but he proved to be just what I needed. He dealt with me on my good and my bad days and was always there when I needed him. And tonight I need him again.

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

Her figure was full and curvy, and every step made her skirt lift and fall again. My eyes never left her hips. I kept hoping I'd catch a glimpse of her panties. I wondered what kind a girl this cute liked to wear. "Connor, is riding a horse fun? I've seen them a few times before, but they're so tall. I was afraid they'd kick me, so I never dared to try." She suddenly turned back, clearly waiting for my answer. "Of course it's fun. When it runs, the feeling is amazing. I'll teach you in a bit."