Slow Horses Meaning Novels & Stories

"What does the name mean?" "Ojemba means a traveler or wanderer," Nwife smiled. "Nice name," she said after staring at the horse. I wonder how it sees at night." "Horses have a good nice vision. Nights to them are just like day, there is no difference at all," Nwife explained. "We need to make fire I'm feeling cold already," Ije said. "No, let's move forward a bit," Nwife suggested. Oj began to move forward as though it heard what they said. Nwife and Ije walked behind. The horse stopped at a spot and lay down.

The simple contact makes me shiver as he breaks the rules once more and touches me. “They have had many names, but dead horses are the literal translation of the oldest name I have ever found for them. I train the dead horses in my spare time. We have over fifty of them which we can ride, and they pull our carriages when we aren’t breeding them. Wild dead horses are difficult to train, but perhaps you would like to help me in your new home,” he offers, and it seems honest enough. A dream, really. “I’d really like that,” I say with a cautious smile.

“Not everyone’s trying to break records here, you know.” I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me as I looked at the two of them. It was a beautiful moment of lightness, one that felt genuine and uncomplicated. As we passed the stable once again, Harry started to talk about some of the other horses, telling me their names and little quirks. His voice was animated, and I could tell he loved the stables, his fondness for the horses obvious with every word. “That one over there,” he pointed towards a nearby enclosure, “is Apollo. He’s probably the fastest of the lot but has a bit of a temper. Took me ages to get him to stop nipping at my boots whenever I walked by.”

Andrew remained calm, explaining, "Since you're curious, let me break it down for you in simpler terms. For the first race, everyone underestimated the mixed-breed horse because of its lower charging speed than purebreds. Any casual racing fan would know that. However, Mr. Thatcher might have overlooked that while mixed breeds lack explosive power, they excel in endurance, which is their key advantage." He waved his hand, gesturing toward the racetrack as he continued, "This club's track is nearly 50 meters longer than standard tracks. That extra distance allowed the mixed breed to showcase its superior stamina, ultimately overtaking the faster but less enduring horses, which decided the rac

The news was not good. Mack approached just as the young man got back on the horse. “Magnificent horse. Does she have a name.” he asked. “Thank you. Her name is Animae. It means soul.” The young man said. “I should probably water her before I put her in the trailer.” He said turning the horse away and taking her to the back through some trees.

When we finally slow to a walk again, I lean down and stroke Gladiator’s velvety neck. "Horses aren’t dirty," I whisper to him. "They're incredible." He tosses his head, as if agreeing with me. And for the first time in a long time, a small piece of my heart feels a little bit lighter.

I don't understand why he can't accept her. I walked towards the huge mass building and picked a horse. Night, a rare breed horse noted for its speed, strength and agility. "My Lord, you look upset by this time of the day, I hope all is well," Oscar, the manager of the building, walked up to me. "I am fine. I just need to clear my head and Night is the right horse to knock some senses back to me," I said nonchalantly as I got on the horse. "Please be careful, my Lord," he bowed and returned back to business. I lashed at the horse and it neighed running towards the mountains.

I couldn't help but giggle along with them, including Georgiana caught up in the infectious energy of the moment. The horses galloped with incredible grace, their hooves kicking up the soft earth in a flurry of movement. They seemed to glide over the ground, defying gravity for a fleeting moment. The thundering sound of their hooves reverberated through the setting, heightening the intensity of the race.

Sebastian digs out of the dirt and says, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Domino his horse was unlike other horses. On the Callem continent there were three main species of horses. Regular Land Horses used by all manners of people, Special Flying Horses used by royal bloods, dignitaries and those of high prestige. Unicorns were the rarest species of horses which when sighted can be seen as a sign of good luck, unicorn sightings were so rare that many doubted it's existence.

August's POV This feels so awesome. How come I just rode a big dolphin? Yes, you read it correctly. A freaking huge bottle-nose dolphin. Oh, haven't I identified yet? It's like a horse when it's under the sea and a water horse when it's on the surface. Why do they still call it water horse, when they can call it sea horse? The sea horse is more suitable there than the water horse. But I didn't think too much about it because it was just stressful.