Jotaro Horse Comic Novels & Stories

"Calm down !'' he ordered grabbing both her hands in his. Zutara leaned forward and bit into his thigh until she tasted blood. Minre nuked an arrow in his bow and released it with a blast of air for accuracy. Riz screamed when a heavy weight fell across her back, the horse beneath her began to run wildly, she turned to the side and was faced with the open mouthed slack faced stare of her captor who now had an arrow through his ear. She nudged the corpse off the horse with her shoulder and reaching for her water she tried to pull the horse to a stop but there was not enough. ''You look like you need help'' a voice said to her left and she turned to see a boy about their age smiling and runni

"It chewed the hat to hide the evidence of the sneeze! It was a highly criminal animal, Marco. You have no respect for history." By the second telling, during dessert, the horse had somehow become a retired Italian racehorse named Lightning who could understand three languages and actively hated politicians. The sheer absurdity of Uncle Tino throwing his arms around and mimicking a multilingual, politically active horse had me laughing so hard my ribs ached. During a brief moment of quiet while Uncle Tino was busy aggressively defending his story to a cousin, I leaned closer to Marco. The laughter died down in my chest, replaced by a sudden, nervous flutter. My heart began to thud heavily ag

The Gallows Horse was well-muscled - but over his coat were white splotches in the shape of a skeleton, making a white-blue mask of his face. "Grimnr! Sired by Sleipnir himself, gift of my father! Come here, you rascal, and meet my dear bride!" Jarnja hollered, and Heith gave a bright laugh, clacking her cup on her saucer. The horse whinnied, bucked, then licked Jarnja's palm where she had pulled an apple from her knapsack around her belt. Grimnr bit into the white flesh and smiled dreamily at me, nodding with jeweled eyes. The ghostly draft horse approached me tenderly, then nuzzled my outstretched hands. "I think he likes me," I said quietly.

he chuckled. “Yes,” Beauty said proudly, not turning away from the horse. “You are so cute,” Bruno replied. Beauty blushed shyly. “Jasmine is my favourite horse. She was a baby foal when I was younger. Now that I’ve grown bigger, I fear I might be a lot for her. So I try not to be a burden.” Bruno’s eyes softened at the quiet confession. “I can be your horse,” he teased gently, stepping closer. “You won’t have to worry about being too much.”