Kakyoin Horse の小説・ストーリー

Kyleigh said, caressing the back of the horse's ear. "They are beautiful," Cassian said with pure admiration. His eyes took in all the beauty of their beautiful golden hairs. These were phoenixes, rare species of horses, magical ones. Their beauty was beyond this world, with white skin and golden hairs, their beauty could amaze anyone. "You sure, he won't know?" he asked. "I'm ready to risk anything for her," Kyleigh said with determination, putting the hood on her head, hiding her brown locks just barely peeking out of her hood.

Amaria met Theon at the Bailey, where different breeds of horses were kept. Theon climbed onto a Friesian,“ pick any one of your choices” the horse wanted to move, but he pulled the reins back making it halt. Amaria walked around and stared at the other horses,“ hurry and pick one, we don't have much time” Theon ordered, Amaria nodded and continued her search, she was about to pick a shire breed when she heard a nicker, she turned and saw a beautiful light grey colored horse, it was a Lipizzaner breed. The horse eagerly waited for her to walk towards its stall door as it nickered again, Amaria walked closer to it, and it blew air on her face, Amaria smiled and giggled as she pats it on its f

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.

And Mane’s father, Ray, always boasted about how he had won his mother, Alexis’s heart and made her his girlfriend when they were only teens. Mane turned his attention to the carriage that the Thrasher was responsible for guarding. It was a luxuriously decorated carriage. It was a large white carriage with gold ingots adorning the door. The horses that pulled the carriage were large and strong. They were called Gold Hoofed Horses due to the yellow color of their hooves. They were expensive and difficult to come by. But they weren’t as rare or as strong as Red Maned Horses. So if Red Maned Horses and Gold Hoofed Horses were up for sale, the Red Maned Horse would undoubtedly be sold for a much

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.

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.