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If he dies in the horse's consciousness, he also dies in real life. Laurin quietly approaches the cave. He sneaks in and tries to acclimatized to the limited light in there. The chamber is large and deep. At the front of the opening are boulders from a rockfall further up the mountain. A few meters in dark coarse walls are decorated with pale white rune symbols and cave paintings from the past. The Brook Horse has lived a long life and the paintings extend from the time of cavemen to the present time.

The moment the host finished speaking, a model came forward and displayed the drawing in her hands for the people below the stage. The host continued, "This painting was created by Dark Horse Master four years ago. I'm sure those who love ink treasures are familiar with the Dark Horse Master, right? His paintings are rarely seen, and he has a quirky personality. He only auctions his calligraphy and paintings on his official website. This is the first time he has allowed us to auction his work." Silas's eyes suddenly lit up. He leaned down and said to Conrad, "Sir, didn't you want a longevity painting to give to Mr. Payne?"

He was sitting just high enough to witness the rest of Jinx's magick. Three ethereal steeds that were a cross between a horse and a reindeer came to life, one black, one gray, and one white, all bigger and stronger than any animal Topside. The black was decorated in a purple gem-encrusted saddle and reins, the white in gleaming reds, and the gray in shimmering lemons. Hex power and demon essence and Orangelo aura.

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 said softly, which made my heart go wild. I bit my lower lip and nodded as I got teary-eyed. "I love you, too, Claude." We looked into each other's eyes before we got down to approach my stallion horse named Alexander. He was the royal lycan family's stallion horse trained to set on war just like this event that's happening right now. He was named after the surname of the royal lycan family of the Waevalon Kingdom. I caressed his snout. Alexander leaned to my touch, symbolizing that he was acknowledging me as his master along with Claude. This was Claude's favorite horse, too.

Karinna said, spying two horses that were standing close to each other, one white and one black, of similar height and build, both having saddlebags of supplies, “Cassius and I will take those two.” “I call on the spotted one,” Kealy said, louder than what was required, nudging Venya slightly aside to close the gap between herself and the horse that had a coat of brown with white splotches spattered randomly across its body. “What!?” Venya cried launching herself over to the same horse. Venya and Kealy squabbled for a few moments when finally a forlorn Kealy slumped away and began to walk to the final horse. He was smaller than the other horses, and only slightly bigger than Grub’s, but had

I run to the garbage and spit it out. “You know Sausage probably had his head in that dish, right?” I spit one more time. “I should have thought of that.” “It’s okay, Sausage is pretty clean with his mouth.” “Yeah… I don’t believe you. Anyway, they can have all they want. That stuff is disgusting. Maybe I’d better stick to picking out horses and leave the cooking for the chef.” “How’s the horse shopping going, by the way?” Langston asks. “Actually, pretty well. There’s a new colt being born soon with an excellent pedigree. Both the dam and sire are from long lines of winning horses. Some have even won the Kentucky Derby.”

Most were thoroughbreds, which was one of the horse breeds commonly used in horse racing. "You once said you wanted a pony," Axel threw an apple into the stable, which was immediately greeted enthusiastically by the horse inside. "It's not easy to buy a horse in winter like this. They can only get the best ponies and send them next week at the earliest. It might also be a little late because of the Christmas holidays." "Wait," Eve fully turned around and looked at Axel doubtfully, "when did I say that I wanted a pony?" Axel frowned. He scratched the back of his neck and then shrugged, "I remember you asking me about ponies."

"And I want it in the living room. Where everyone can see. Because some people still don't understand that vampires can be family and I think a picture would help them understand." "Grace—" Cas started. "Uncle Cas, you're in every drawing I make. Every picture of family I do for school has you in it. The only difference with a real portrait is that it would be better quality." She crossed her arms in that particular way she'd learned from Emma. "Also, Aldric asked for the horse names last month and I sent them and he sent back a thank you note. A real one. On fancy paper. He said the names were 'thoughtfully chosen' and 'demonstrated consideration for individual horse personalities.'"

Adrian said and the hustle and bustle around me continued. "Little dove. Come with me." Adrian said to me once he reached me and Luzo and Aklan looked at me with wide eyes. I gave them a small smile and walked behind Adrian to the front. Ren, Shea, Tia and Briva were nowhere to be seen, luckily. The biggest horses were gathered here and I admired their beauty. Most horses were pitch black but the biggest one was a light brown one with a thick, dark brown mane and tail. Adrian stood next to it and I gave the horse strokes on his nose while Adrian talked to one of his officers. I kept my gaze away from him.