Long Horse Scp Novels & Stories

he stepped inside, and I followed, and the scent of horses swirled around me, I looked around and there were at least 10 in stalls, “Whoa, their beautiful.” He chuckled as he walked over to a huge black on, “this is Zeus, he’s mine,” he rubbed the huge horses head and it blew out a breath, “you can pet him if you like.” I walked over and put my hand on its nose and giggled, “he’s soft, and so big, is he a Clydesdale?”

suggested Cory. There were a few murmurs, some agreeing with her and others favouring the Prince’s initial idea. “You make a good argument, my Luna,” said Hayden, considering it. Cory smiled slightly. “But I have heard of Soucouyant’s feeding on animals. The horses might be safer with Leech,” said the Prince. There was more laughter in response to this. Leech smiled as if amused but Cory felt he was angered. She did not trust him with the supplies or the horses.

Luis was relaxing in his pool at the back of his mansion, with Marco his right hand man when one of his men walked up to them. “Boss.” He said with a slight bow. “Lucas.” “One of our stash houses was hit this morning.” There was silence for a while, which made Lucas fidget. Luis watched as Marco emerged from the pool, his arms, chest and back full of numerous black tattoos on pale skin. At over 6”4 he was an intimidating figure made of raw muscles. “And?” He asked impatiently. “They made away with two kilograms of our product.” Marco was now standing few inches away from Lucas.

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

“What do you mean by once? Are we… not anymore?” Amber smiles warmly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “No. Not anymore. We renounced our titles long ago, but not our traditions. And this is one of them. The horses you see here are not just any ordinary horses. These horses have been bred for generations for the sole purpose of being given to a royal Gordon on their eighteenth birthday.” “Wait,” I say, my mind finally catching up. “This is for me?” “Yes,” Lucas says, a proud smile playing on his lips. “This is your homecoming gift. From all of us.”

Vance had also brought his team of 70 hunters. Several eyes were stuck on Lieutenant Grisha and Secretary Alia and their bulky mounts. Grisha was sitting gracefully on a White Wolf whereas Alia was riding a gray bear. Both of their mounts had a majestic appearance. Vance was also riding a 3 meters tall Komodo Dragon. For the shorter distances, mounts were practically useless since humans with activated chakra could already run at the same speed. However, owning a mount was also a luxury inside the glitch, it also represented power and strength.

Unless special permission is given, outsiders are not to enter the city without permission! The voice of the captain was as loud as a war drum, and the horses began to fidget uncomfortably under his oppressive force. Within the carriage Tucker’s eyes flashed open, revealing a cold gaze that could freeze a fiery lake over. The horses were special mounts they had been given as a gift by the Ancients. They were called Thought Horses and could be connected to the mind of a wielder. This allowed the wielder to transmit instructions to the horse without actively controlling them. It was because of this that they didn’t require a coach driver on their journey. Due to the special nature of the mount

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

"And we need to swap that horse." Without missing a beat, he pulled out an identical one to what Nate was carrying. "There are two of them?" Nate asked, taking what Freddy offered in exchange for the one he'd kept for Alyssa. "Nope," Freddy answered honestly. "You're holding a fake. But this one is a fake, too." "I don't understand," Elliot added. "The horse and his headless rider aren't what Frank is looking for." Pressing on the back hoof, Freddy revealed a secret compartment with a tiny microchip.

I gave him a quizzical look “Trust me, baby girl, this is something you would not have suspected, something you’ve missed, and it’s something you recently experienced and I want to give it back to you.” Feeling slightly confused but having a small guess at what this could be I open it up. When I pull out the thing inside, the first thing I see is a picture of a chestnut-colored Carolina Marsh Tacky horse. Underneath the picture is everything you need for ownership of a horse, the vet health check, the breeding standard certificate, information on what stable the horse is at, and its condition. Everything.