Spirit Stallion Horse Novels & Stories

Once outside, Jasmine went straight to horse stable where she saw hundreds horses, castle horse stable was distinguished with breeds of horse, there were mixed breed horse, Caspian Horse, Icelandic Horse, Arabian which were specialy purchased by King Sargon from middle east and many more. “Wow…” Jasmine said as she searched for a particular horse, she kept looking for couple of minute until she saw a destrier breed horse, Destrier horses were usually stallions, bred and raised from foalhood specifically for the needs of war, Jasmine was aware of horse riding, she and her grandmother used to own a horse back when they used to visit neighboring kingdom for treatment of ill people. Jasmine walk

*Shut it,* I snapped at her, rolling my eyes. We reached the stables, where the three other warriors who would accompany us on the journey were waiting. I saw the horses prepared for us, and I felt a little excitement bubble up. They were magnificent creatures, each one strong and muscular, built for both speed and endurance. But it was the white stallion at the front that caught my eye. Its coat was pure white, not a speck of dirt in sight, gleaming in the sunlight. It looked agile yet powerful, with just the right amount of muscle to enhance its aesthetic appeal. Absolutely perfect! “That one’s yours,” Calum said, noticing how I was staring at the horse.

he replied without turning his head away from the lake to look at his teacher. “But, your highness, you haven't seen and don't seem to hear all of my explanation.” The handsome little boy rolled his eyes in exasperation. Then turned to the teacher. Then he recounted what the adult explained so easily and without a single mistake. “This horse is named Clairin, a horse of the Falabella race. She is about seven hands tall and two years and six months old. She is docile and likes to be stroked on the back of the neck,” explained Alessandro quickly. Ignoring the teacher he had just made gaping, he looked back at the calm looking lake.

Torin warned me. “Yikes!” “Yeah. I think I’ll give you this guy. He’s got a good temperament and is pretty fast,” Torin said as he opened the stall door to a black and white paint. “Does he have a name?” I asked. “Chip,” he told me with a smile. I laughed and said, “makes sense.” He took Chip out of the stall and secured him with a lead rope before walking a little further down to take a large red gelding out of another stall. He was beautiful and so tall.

I no longer wonder if most of the waitresses like Dustan. "I don't have class today. It's over, but the king hasn't told me anything yet so I'm going for a walk first because I might not be able to do it next time," I answered him and I got closer to the horses. "Dustan, what breed are these horses?" "All I know is that they are all Arabian Stallions. Only the kingdom of Valeria has this breed," he answered me and stroked the horse's hair. "It's good that you're done with your studies. Stefano is eager to join you on their walks."

The adviser was more concerned about how poor their treasury would become after such a wasteful purchase of expensive horses. Tristan stood in the center of a small round pen made of rough, gnarled logs. The lord watched the stallion prancing around him with a smile. Against the background of the evening sky, the gray-silver skin of the horse seemed to radiate a radiance. Tantario named this young half-breed Marble - a suitable name, given that the horse's skin had a light, pearlescent pink sheen. Tristan involuntarily remembered the leader of the herd. The young man thought that young Marble could well be a descendant of that proud, handsome man. At one and a half years old, he looked almos

He remarked to his horse. “He’s beautiful,” Anna responded. “What type of horse is he?” “He is a stallion of the highest Thessalian breed. Alexander reached into his side pouch and handed Anna a medallion with his image on one side, and the horses on the other. “This is a mere trinket, but I believe it will look lovely around your neck, m ’lady.” Anna could tell by his manner, the man really did earn his “the great” title.

They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance. The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner. “That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

Anastasia "Long time no see. Are you up for a good ride today, Stardust?" I said to my thoroughbred horse as I stepped in the barn, a bag of pieces of apple in my hand. Stardust's cotton white coat shone like a puffy morning cloud. The mare hung her head over her stall door and let out an eager whinny in response. Her white mane flowed like raw silk. I reached up to pat her strong shoulder. Stardust's ears twitched in delight as I motioned to our human stable boys to take the horse out.

Millie furrowed her eyebrows, trying to repeat the word. “Hippodrome is a place where people take their horses to ride, participate in competitions and other things.” Alice explained, reaching out to pet the nose of Angel, the beautiful, spotted-bodied Mustang mare who had acted like an affectionate dog from the moment Alice and Millie set foot in the stable “And studs are often the home of horses and where their babies are born. Once, when I was a little older than you, your great-grandfather took me to one of the Bianchi's stud farms. I remember it being a very beautiful place.”