Kakyoin Horse Novels & Stories

Keyla reined in her mount. The beautiful mare, Ziara by name, was well suited to her. Keyla had taken to riding quite readily, and very much enjoyed being on horseback. The sisters at the Citadel were given training in basic riding skills, but Keyla had spent as much time as she could honing those skills, mostly because she enjoyed being around the horses. When she had requested Ziara as her mount for their journey to the Hall of Champions, the Maajira could see no reason to decline. Now she sat happily astride the even-tempered animal, gazing at the plains that lay before her.

By now, Kimberly, Sheryl, and Ertan were already at the racetrack. Kimberly has put on the safety gear to ride the horse. She was pulling a big brown horse with black, bushy horsehair. The horse's name was Shetland, and it came from Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the oldest horse breeds. As the name implies, this horse comes from the Arabian Peninsula. Its height is 145–155 cm, with a weight of 360–450 kg. The color varies from black to white to brown to gray.

“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.”

Something passed silently between the cousins, some communication she couldn’t interpret. “I’m glad you’re both safe,” the Prince said at last. Then his smile returned. “Come. The court is eager to meet you.” He turned slightly in his saddle and raised a hand. A groom immediately spurred forward, leading a horse that made Loren’s breath catch in her throat. The mare was the colour of cream, with a mane that flowed like silk in the wind. Her build was pure Windrider, bred for speed and endurance across the grasslands, her dark eyes intelligent and calm.

"Enough chit-chat. You should already be rather tired. So let's get this done quickly. Anyway, you already grasped the basics and just need more experience, who will you choose this time?" "My usual ones. Black and white." "Hahaha~!" Another cheerfully loud laugh escaped Gerald's lips as he chortled, "Those two are basically your private property now, they never let anyone else mount them." Sol smiled at his comical accusations. White was his horse. A rare breed of nightmare horse. A rank D species. Black was his wyvern, a rank C species of the Draconic branch.

That is something I have never done before. "Then I’ll show you." We walked to the ranch. My horses aren’t your typical stallions. They’ve been with me for as long as I can remember, some before I met Juno and some after. We went horse riding the day I met Juno, and I taught her how to ride a horse just as I am doing today. “Choose a horse,” I stated, and she directed my attention to the Akhal-Teke. My eyes widened. That is her horse, but she is unaware of it. I presented her with this horse on the day we met.

she reached her hands for him and he hugged her as tight as he could. He pulled out from the hug and said, “Shall I take you somewhere?” “Where?” “Don’t ask me anything. Just come,” he held her hand and walked out in a hurry. They went to Aathiyan’s horse, Mayan. While he’s preparing Mayan for the ride, Kayanangai caresses his face and looked how magnificent it is. It got an unstained black and tall built compared to the other horses standing next to him. “Come on,” he lifted her from the ground to put her on the saddle and he hopped on next to her.

Horses are something from movies and racing tracks. That's going to change. Charlotte sits astride a mare; very pretty, with a black mane, tail and lower legs. The rest of her... "I didn't know horses come in pink." James, arms resting on the timber rail of the fence, gives me a side-look. "The colouring pattern is called 'bay roan'. I wouldn't let any of the locals hear you describe her as 'pink' if I were you." I don't care. I watch my wife riding her namesake.

“He’s dangerous.” “Do you have any info on him?” I stop next to the pen, watching the horse pace back and forth. The horse isn’t in the best condition, but he’s still strikingly gorgeous. Tall, jet black, with only a tiny band of white around his back hooves, he reminds me of Phoenix. “He’s a thoroughbred?”

After finishing up her uniform, she pulled on her leather boots, threw her sword over her shoulder and marched out to the stables. The Court had worked quickly, many horses were already being dorned with blankets of the royal crest. Stablehands worked quickly to ready up horses and send them to the waiting soldiers outside the stables. Aynyra snuck around the back, hoping to not draw attention to herself as she shuffled over to her horse, a beautiful dapple horse, white with small brown spots. Her horses name was Rera, the Lystarian translation for rings. Her father named the horse after the great walls that made up the Kingdom.