روايات وقصص ضمن Spirit And Rain Horses

Blending into the woods, I went after the riders, their horses seemed to sense my presence because they grew restless and started to back off and veered into different directions. "Hey, boy!" one of the riders cautioned but the horse whined, persisting in changing course. Another of the riders made a funny sound with his mouth also trying to calm his horse. Using the chaos and the blessed darkness to my advantage, I darted from one horse to the other, disarming the men and causing them to either fall off their horses or the horses to buck quickly and unexpectedly to make them fall. The agile beasts ran off, abandoning their riders. Panic ensued as I took them out one after the other. There w

But something told her it was something else. “This is pointless,” she growled on the second night. “Come on, back the way we came.” She twitched the reins against the horse’s tufted mane and turned him around. He seemed to like that idea; his speed increased from the steady trot to a swift canter across the shifting sands. He was eager to get out of this place too, which was odd since it was a well-known fact that sand horses preferred the kind of terrain their name implied. They had no fear of enemies when they could detect and escape them easily, even if they had any natural predators in the first place that wouldn’t gag on their naturally desiccated flesh. They had no need of water or fo

Lily gulped and asked, “You took me to the first date to a stable?” Mark looked at her. “This is not a date. Don’t take out meanings,” Mark told Lily who pouted. “Come, hop on it,” Mark said, forwarding his hand towards Lily. “He is looking at me with his big eyes. I think this horse-” “Call it by its name- Spirit is its name,” Mark told Lily, cutting her words in the middle. “Spirit indeed has big eyes as it is a horse. It is very lovely,” Mark stated with an assurance smile. Lily stood up and grabbed Mark’s hand.

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

He said with a puffed out chest and proud tone. Among the horses, there was Septa, a spirited mare with a coat that mirrored the vibrant colors of a sunrise. Her mane and tail flowed like liquid fire, weaving a tapestry of brilliance as she galloped through the meadows. By her side was Midnight, a stallion with a coat as dark as the night sky, adorned with stars that glimmered with a celestial glow. In a corner stall stood labroha, a gentle mare with a coat as pure as moonlight itself. She possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who gazed upon her, and her presence radiated a soothing calmness that whispered of forgotten secrets.

“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

The best-laid plans had indeed gone awry, but in doing so, they had opened up a path to something truly special. The forest was alive with the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of hidden creatures as the sun began to dip behind the tall trees. Silas and Raven found themselves at the threshold of an adventure, a journey into a world that was more than just a physical landscape. It was a realm of stories, wisdom, and connections, waiting to be explored. Their horses, magnificent creatures with coats as smooth as velvet and eyes that held an intelligence beyond mere beasts, carried them with grace through the winding trails. They seemed to sense the significance of the ride, their

If I had to start taking chances, he was probably the best one to take a chance on. “There’s about a dozen,” I answered and gestured to where they were. “They wanted to eat the fern spores.” “Spirits eat?” Cassian asked, lifting one eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. “Everything eats. Spirits tend to have different diets than us. Some of them eat dust. Others eat sunshine reflected off the water. When we get thunderstorms, the rain spirits swim through the air like whales, swallowing as much ozone and thunder as they can.” Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t comment on how insane it sounded. My shoulders started to relax.

Fucking Christ, this horse was like batman! "SINCE YOU CALLED ME A PONY, WE WILL TRAVEL IN A WAY FIT FOR PONIES! THAT WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON!" What was even going on right now?! The nightsteed flew into the air until a black and white rainbow materialized underneath its hooves. It spread over the sky, and the nightsteed landed on the damn thing. "What the hell is happening?" "I'm taking you to your mate." "You're running over an emo rainbow!"