Novel & Cerita Overlord Mare

His occasional visits to the stables afforded him knowledge of the horses. While Omage's mount was ill-tempered and prone to offering a baptism of spittle, Takaris' was a dark brown, with a propensity for bullying smaller horses. Alsipin's was a dirty brown with splotches of white on its side, a black mane and a white line running down the middle of its head, from mane to snout.

That was when Tristan saw her for the first time. She was an old mare, short by nullyard standards. In her long, wavy mane of an amazing black-violet color, which descended in luxurious strands all the way to her feet, there were many gray strands hidden. The gray-blue eyes, like a foggy haze, looked displeased and suspicious, although there was still a certain amount of curiosity in them. The mare crossed his path, blocking the nervous young mothers, whose foals were getting in the way, not understanding why the atmosphere around had suddenly become so tense.

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.

You have been weighed and found wanting. I eye the mare. I don't have a lot of experience with horses. Not that I dislike them, but up close, they're so bloody big, "Um... She won't take offence at this will she? Me manhandling you?" Charlotte tosses her head at the mare. Charlie tosses back and continues her munching. "Charlie's had foals of her own. A few of them. Oliver's one." Charlotte's eyes level with mine, mischief dancing behinds the wings. "She knows what it is to be covered by her stallion."

The vistas gorgeous. Dillon and Chase were also interested in the horses. "You see that pretty little chestnut mare in the corner?" Chase asked. Mitch and Dillon said yes. "She's Pretty Girl, Lauren's horse. Now, look at my horse, the stallion in the corner beside her. If Midnight could, he'd jump that fence, sniff around enough until he had her for himself. He doesn't want any other mare but her. He's our best stud, so we use him with other mares but not her. She doesn't have the bloodline requirements we need. Every day they are at that corner, talking back and forth, smelling each other's scent, rubbing their faces together."

The air shimmered with heat, and the familiar scent of brimstone mixed with hay filled my nostrils. "And this," I said with a flourish, "is where we keep the hell horses." Sebastian's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the massive, obsidian-black steeds, their manes and tails flickering with ethereal flames. I approached one of my favorites, a mare named Ember, and stroked her flaming head. The fire licked at my skin, warm but not burning. "Holy shit," Sebastian breathed, his eyes wide with fascination. "They're... beautiful."

She rose with it. Her skin rippled. Her vision sharpened. And with a blinding pulse of golden-white light— She shifted. The tribe gasped as one. Before them stood a powerful buckskin mare, gold like sunrise, with dark legs and a raven mane streaked with sun-bleached strands. A white blaze marked her forehead, and her eyes—still Serenya’s eyes—blazed the color of a wild sky before a storm. For a long time, no one moved.

He rubbed the black stallion and tied him to a nearby fence, stealing a glance at Alessia leaning by the doorway with her arms crossed. "You found him," she remarked, leisurely making her way to the stallion. "Hmm," he nodded. "He was the only alive one I could retrieve, unfortunately." Alessia tenderly caressed her steed. "I thought he already ran off. He must've been traumatized." "Probably. That guy even watched me slaughter a boar." Marika excitedly eyed the dish being served in front of her during dinner. She was all ready with her utensils on her hands with a wide smile plastered on her face. "Why does that smell so good?"

] He whined and without another word to anyone Caleb carried Lucas to his room and got him ready for his afternoon nap, then as he watched his son sleeping peacefully, still sucking his thumb, he lay down beside him stroking his back tenderly. ‘Qu’est-ce que je vais faire de ta mère Lucas?’ [What am I going to do about your mother Lucas?] Trina went out to the stables and asked one of the grooms to bring her one of the horses as she was going out for a ride, he brought out the English Thoroughbred mare she had been using for most of her stay at the Chateau. Étoile Blanche, [White Star] was a deep chocolate brown with four white socks and a pretty white star on her forehead [Hence her name] S

He was shocked to see that Jane had tamed the fiery horse. "Your Majesty, this fiery horse came from the western region. It was the only one in its batch that went berserk. None of the slaves could stop it even if they worked together-" Jane handed the rope to the stablemaster. "This mare is pregnant, so she will be irritable,” she explained. “Besides, the trip from the western region to Nidora isn't an easy one. That’s probably the root cause. Don't punish her after you bring it back. Give her more grass and a separate stable. She'll settle down in less than three days."