The Pale Horse Webtoon の小説・ストーリー

It took away from that hard image I worked to project. I turned to see the little boy I had spotted on the porch yesterday. I smiled, appreciating his curiosity. “Yes, it is. She’s a mare. Her name is Fiona.” “What’s a mare?” “A mare is a girl horse,” I answered, trying to keep it simple. “This particular horse is called a paint.” “A paint?” he asked, scrunching up his nose. “What’s that?” I laughed, realizing I was probably giving the poor kid way too much information. “A paint is a type of horse, like a bulldog is a type of dog.”

Carla warned me before I could touch the horse who was looking at me while snorting. I quickly pulled my hand back and turned to her. “But why? He looked so nice.” “Yeah, until he kicks you. That horse is Prince Kraven's former horse, Night. He has been his favorite since he was a child, but the horse suddenly became unfriendly.” I looked at the horse again and I wasn't sure if my eyes were tricking me but he looked so sad. “He looked sad.”I muttered, my heart suddenly hurting. “I'm sure he is, but still, don't touch him. Let's go and finish up.”

I was surprise to see Pegasus my white horse with another guy who gladly gave it to me, Fred said he bought it from my other school so I don't have to start over with another horse, it's officially mine now, I was happy in the inside, I have no intension of giving myself away so easily. I don't trust him, after all he is my brother and all my brothers hate me, I'm sure he does but for the moment he is just trying to fool me, he wants me to think he is not like them then he can break my heart. I'm never letting this happen. Practice was rough but funny, I met new people, the one person I didn't take my eyes off was Tina she has brown hair and brown eyes really beautiful and friendly, a good d

"Ti tréchei?" A girl maturing sixteen appeared from nowhere. Her pale figure glowed greatly exactly like the horse. Her pixie–cut, grey hair gleamed with smoke escaping from it. Her eyes were light yellow and half-opened— looking down at the horse. Behind her, were a pair of huge black wings. Each side had red, shining marks changing their forms in a minute Amethyst dug into their beauty. Tiny horns were hiding magnificently under her hair. To Amethyst's surprise, the horse stopped struggling and stood up without hesitation.

“Pallor?” I asked. “What kind of name for a horse is that?” “'And I saw a pale horse, and the name of him who sat upon it was Death, and Hades was following close behind him.' It's in Revelation, maggot.” I rolled my eyes, sitting stiffly in the leather-upholstered seat. We proceeded down a narrow, empty path, shadowed by the thick trees. I shuddered at the thought that they were suicides, hearing their gentle mourning played out across the breeze.

“It’s not like I’m dying, Ma.” Beside me, Lady Brook smiles. “You know why Mala’s happy?” she asks, voice teasing. I glance at her, brows raised. She doesn’t wait for an answer. “There.” Brook nods toward the horses. I follow her gaze. Palek, the stableboy, is patting the flank of a chestnut mare. His gloved hand shakes just a little, a nervous tick in his leg giving him away. He’s bundled up in too many layers, eyes darting around the courtyard like he’s afraid someone might call him back.

she scribbled on her board. Cole rolled his eyes. "The kids named him. Once a month, I host a non-profit organization that puts special-needs kids on horses. About a year ago, I got this little brown horse from a rescue group, and when the kids saw him, they decided he was Taco." Jenny reached out and petted Taco as he followed Layla out to the pasture. In the next stall was a huge black horse which shook its head and danced sideways as Cole and Jenny approached. "This is my boy Apollo." Cole smiled proudly. "He's pure Arabian. My one extravagant purchase."

” Tonette tapped me on the shoulder while pointing in front of me. I jumped in panic when a creature I had just read in the book confronted me. Now, I can see its true form. ”W-Werehorse! W-Werehorse!” I stammered at the creature I had just witnessed. Half human-like, then half-horse. This is what a werehorse looks like. The werehorse lives in the farthest corner of the forest. According to what I read in books back then, werehorse loves to woo those who walk in the forest.

The latter return a grimace and spoke, "Game over." "IS THAT—," I paused with an awed expression. "Is that a flying horse? I mean— a pegasus?" A chuckle from Yvonne and the long-haired guy, Exi, responded. Yvonne looked up to where I am staring amazed at. "You think?" My head nodded automatically, without effort, while my eyes are still locked at the three flying horses above the carriage we're into. They were all shaded in rusty orange, pale yellow, and white skin, along with their shiny pointed horns that glow when meets with the ray of sun.

He tucked my hand in the crook of his arm and motioned for Ally to follow as he led us out toward a building next to a sandy paddock. “Good escape plan, my love.” he grinned down at me. “Mamaw is harmless but she likes to know everyone’s business.” He pushed open a large door to reveal an arena surrounded by horse stalls which opened into the arena. A chestnut coloured horse snorted at us as we entered and threw its head up in greeting. The rest seemed oblivious to our presence as they munched on their breakfast. “Okay. Now you must tell us everything that happened in the Darklands.” Morpheus demanded, sitting me down on a hay bail.