On Swift Horses Novels & Stories

What is my surrogate father planning? The sounds of hooves pawing on the cloister and the occasional snorts from my beloved horse distracted me from the endless pondering. I walked to where our handsome animals were resting and munching on their share of wet grasses. They were the best breed in the region of Siberia—strong like a mountain ox and fast like stormy wind. The Cossacks gave them to our hunters as a friendship tie many years back. We took great care of them and trained them since they were just foals.

She assumed that he was leaving, considering that he had been busy with Anthony since morning. "Your ponies should be arriving next week. This morning, I was making sure that there were enough stalls in this place for your horse." "Pony?" Eve frowned. There were many types of horses in Axel's stable, but she had never come across ponies here. Most were thoroughbreds, which was one of the horse breeds commonly used in horse racing.

Tenac asked. “I would love to” “Okay, come along, he’s in another stable” Tenac told her and lead her outside. “These two stables” Tenac said, pointing at the one they just exited and the one next to it. “They hold the general horses. Any rider or aari can use them after letting the stable master know. The two stables over there” he said pointing at two stables that stood at a nighty degree angle of each other. “Are where the horses that are owned by a rider are” he continued. “The last stable over there is for the horses owned by aari. Not many aari have horses, they mostly use the communal ones” he finished as they walked into one of the stables holding riders’s horses. “This is Addon” Ten

We were a part of each other at this point. I took him out to the saddling area and started getting his tack on him. He stood there patiently as I got him ready to go. I looked over to see how well the guys were doing and knew I needed to give them a task to do after that. “When you are done, go ahead and get to know the two horses you will be riding while you’re here. Bolt and Annie. Bolt actually doesn’t bolt away, it’s because of the marking on his forehead.” “Ok,” Preston said with a smile.

She wasn't trying to impress anyone today. "I’m so glad you came, Willow," Matthew said, pulling her into a warm hug. "I’ve missed my favorite honorary sister." "It’s good to see you too, Matthew." The race began with a thunderous roar of hooves. The crowd was on its feet. The competition narrowed down to two horses: a fiery red stallion named Jordan and a sleek, midnight-black mare named Cage. "Go, Jordan!" Blair screamed, actually on the same side as Willow for once.

Kane laughed with high spirits, "Didn't you say it was up to me? Shouldn't elders give way to their juniors?" Killian, "Alright, I'll let you have that advantage." The sunset bathed the horse farm in amber, and two purebred Arabian horses were being led to the starting line, their manes gleaming like silk. The moment the starting gun fired, the two horses shot off like arrows. Kane's chestnut horse had amazing explosive power and took the lead. Killian leaned against the horse's back, the wind blowing his loose hair back, revealing his chiseled jawline.

He replied with a cheerful smile and led me out of the room. Horse races were a common thing here and Lorak always staked his money on a horse named Hallowell and it never won! He had hopes that someday, Hallowell will finally claim the title of the fastest horse in Silvermoon, but I had a feeling that his bubble might just be bursted yet again.

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.

Arne accepted a mount from the groom and we both swung up into the saddle. “You’ll have to slow her down,” Arne gestured to Troi. “This old nag I’m riding won’t keep up without passing out.” “Naturally,” I said. Only sleipnirs can keep up with sleipnirs. They outrode any horse out there, no matter its breeding. We took off down the trail, following the troops that had left hours ago. “What’s bothering you, Arne,” I asked. He looked at me for a long moment. “I am going to speak bluntly, your highness. No disrespect is intended.”

The guard finally waves them in and the three flood inside. The outer village of the lord’s castle is named Sanctuary. This is the spot where the humble and the lower-class dwells. Buildings and houses are made up of oak and cedar wood which gives a scent that coats all who call this place home warm smell. That same lingering smell mixes with the fresh food that is made by the magnitude of vendors. Fresh bread, cooked meats, and raw meats just to name a few food stalls. Near the entrance of the village rest the stabiles that are nearly full of the dark seeded horses. There are only three spots remaining between the other beast that is there. Scar and his two followers dismount from their ho