Kakyoin Horse Novels & Stories

His occasional visits to the stables afforded him knowledge of the horses. While Omage's mount was ill-tempered and prone to offering a baptism of spittle, Takaris' was a dark brown, with a propensity for bullying smaller horses. Alsipin's was a dirty brown with splotches of white on its side, a black mane and a white line running down the middle of its head, from mane to snout.

Lizzy stumbled back. A voice whispered from behind. “His name is Atheas. He’s a beauty, isn’t he? An Akhal-Teke. The rarest breed you’ll find.” Kris’s strong hands gripped her shoulders. “Be careful. Don’t get too close. He’s a one-person horse. He hates strangers.” Lizzy tried to turn, but he held her in place. “Stay where you are. I like having my two beauties in one room.” Then his hands roamed. Lizzy sobbed as they slipped under the shirt and explored.

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

He remembered that he just blurted going on a horseback riding date without even asking if she knew how to ride a horse. “Of course! It’s normal since I came from a knight family!” Sera laughed as she walked towards the stable. The caretaker was pulling two horses, a black and a white one, as he walked towards them. “My Lord, this is Orion and Cassiopeia.” Orion was the shiny black horse while the white one was Cassiopeia. Judging by the looks of the horses, it seemed like Orion was Tyrone’s favorite horse and Cassiopeia was the one she would be riding that day.

Karina was a bit hesitant at first, but she gathered her courage and walked up to the horse. He did not show any sign of aggression at all. If anything, he was quite gentle. Karina slowly reached out her hand to touch the majestic creature and she felt a strong bond with him in an instant. A bright smile formed on Karina face. She has decided. “I’m going to keep him and I will also give him a name. This beautiful horse, I will name him Kyro. It means king. Because he is so beautiful and mighty, like a king.” At the moment, Eden was feeling slightly jealous of the horse because Karina seemed to like it so much, however, he realized it was childish and he shouldn’t be jealous of a horse.

Kent walks up to the open door and leans on the far side of it, nodding into the stall. “What do you think, Fay?” he asks. Slowly, so excited I can barely breathe, I peak around the corner of the stall to see the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever set eyes on in my life. “Oh,” I say again, though this time it’s barely a breath of air puffing out of my lips as I take another step forward and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just staring at him. A beautiful blood bay gelding stands in front of me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and the height at which he holds his tail. The horse gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over at us curiously.

By now, most of the guests were chatting in the lounge, with only a handful out on the riding ring. As Owen and Ruby approached, a groom was already waiting, holding the reins of a majestic, powerful stallion. Its coat was the colour of pale gold, and it eyed the staff with the bored disdain of a king, its gaze burning with a wild spirit. Owen introduced him. This is Chasing Wind. Ruby gasped. She knew this horse. It was a famous Akhal-Teke, brought to New York with a notoriously vicious temper. No one could handle it until Ruby tamed it herself. Being a horse tamer was another one of her million part-time gigs as she worked her way through college.

Dianne was stroking two beautiful horses, a white and a black one. “There you are!” She beamed. “Storm missed you, you should get on her.” I froze, but not enough for Dianne to notice. I don't know which of the horses was Storm. Think Aria. Think! I stared at both horses. The white one looked angelic, and graceful, while the black one looked like it was created for war purposes. Keira was said to be meek and calm, so the white one should be her’s. It obviously represents her personality.

He looked curiously over the open green hills that faded into a clean forest toward the edges and at the horses grazing contentedly in the fields. The horses were Marsh Tackies, a rare breed specific to Carolina, closely related to the Banker Horse of the Outer Banks, as they are also descendants of the Colonial Spanish horses brought to America. They were Mauricio’s pride, feeling a close connection to them as both of their roots were bound to Spain. Richard pulled into the circular driveway and entered through the front door, finding his Uncle Edward relaxing on the back lanai. Edward stood up and embraced him, then settled back into his chair as Richard took a seat on the love seat adjace

He ran at a speed equivalent to the speed of a hungry tiger, causing the horses that Zhou Fu and Yang Zi were riding to increase their speed to catch up with Yuan Jin who was already advancing in front. "Spectacular! This horse seems to be superior to Kuma! What is this horse's name?" Yang Zi asked Zhou Fu half-screaming as his voice was swallowed by the wind. "Indeed all animals must have a name!" Zhou Fu didn't really respond to Yang Zi's question because he was watching Yuan Jin's path. A dark alley that has many branches. “Alright, starting from this, this horse is called Fufu!” Yang Zi shouted again, now patting the neck of the black horse he named Fufu.