The Pale Horse Webtoon の小説・ストーリー

Her gaze swept over the thick and gentle waterfall of the loch and she gritted her teeth for not being able to spot the healer’s assistant. She had seen his horse, a black stallion with a white paw, which was tied to a tree only a few meters away and which was now watching her with his black eyes. “Don’t look at me like that!” she chided the horse in a low voice. He stomped his front feet and the brown saddlebag that hung from the side swayed violently as if he was trying to warn his master. She wondered what all herbs it must be filled with. Why couldn’t the Lore have cars and other amenities like the human realm? She hated the rules of the Lore—no pollution. Ugh!

The airship slowed down to a stop as they had reached the black towers; they descended the airship on their bikes with Lisa taking Bilimo along on her bike as he didn't have the mana compression techniques, at least he couldn't use it in the way they did. Around the tower, there were mountains of white bones, but there were also intact corpses of all kinds of energy beasts. Some Xasha was familiar with and others he had never seen before. He saw one specific corpse that caught his interest the moment he saw it. This was a horse with wings, but it was not a unicorn. He farrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the winged horse. The horse had Furr on its body but they couldn't tell what color it w

The smaller of these - the King Deer - took most of the North going vehicles, while the larger, Horse Empire, which was situated in the middle of the town and kept no less than twenty seven pairs of horses and eleven post boys, seized on the chaises traveling south. The rivalry between the two was extremely fierce. It was said that on more than one occasion private chaises had been intercepted and the horses forcibly changed at one or other of the inns. Some sign of this was evident in the way the ostlers of the Horse Empire came running out at the approach of the Tellaro's chaise, and led into the big stable yard. A glass of sherry was handed up to Patrick, and sandwiches were offered to hi

“I don’t like chaos but you seem to enjoy it.” “I do. And this chaos was brought to us by Red Moon. We are playing their game.” My claws left their place. “This horse has been tormented.” The temper it had and the unusual breathing, they had mingled a spirit with it’s own. Like an injured horse. He only needs saving. I slashed his neck forcefully, dragging him down. Jaden went back in surprised. The horse began shaking till it bled to death. It didn’t take long, it was already a walking corpse.

Toby looked shocked as he said, "Legend has it that the dam was named after a settler's horse named Pretty Boy." Toby went on: "The horse was a beautiful white colt, a gift from a loving father to his beloved daughter Josephine. The pale white horse was the pride of the community, but on a stormy day, a flash flood swept him into the raging rapids, and he was lost forever. It is said that if you see the pale white horse, you're in big trouble. "The horse is warning you! " Beth then said, "I was always told that story as a little girl, but I have never seen the pale white horse."

Zeci glanced towards Boom, "It can fly; just climb up and make it lead us in search." Boom again carried Hana into the dark forest depths, flying over the swamp and then to a small waterfall with green grass. The sight in front of her amazed Hana; everything Hana heard about the dark forest was the place where stolen magic, where many people were mysteriously missing, but no one had ever talked about the scene. From above, Hana saw the horse with pure white fur with purple horn grazing. It was followed by a herd of one-horned horses drinking spring water. And. Hana was even more astonished; she rubbed her eyes to verify if she was mistaken for someone.

Karinna said, spying two horses that were standing close to each other, one white and one black, of similar height and build, both having saddlebags of supplies, “Cassius and I will take those two.” “I call on the spotted one,” Kealy said, louder than what was required, nudging Venya slightly aside to close the gap between herself and the horse that had a coat of brown with white splotches spattered randomly across its body. “What!?” Venya cried launching herself over to the same horse. Venya and Kealy squabbled for a few moments when finally a forlorn Kealy slumped away and began to walk to the final horse. He was smaller than the other horses, and only slightly bigger than Grub’s, but had

I looked down at my black stilettos, then looked back up at him. “Really, Corpseboy?” “Hello, Miss Washington intern. Don't you look professional. It compliments my suit. Now, out to dinner. PALLOR!” Samael hollered. A fierce neigh came from the woods, followed by light clopping. His blue roan whinnied, prancing towards Samael. “No, Pallor, be fierce. Buck up: you're Death's steed, after all,” Samael said proudly, watching as his horse bore himself with pride, charging forwards-

It seemed like my heart was about to jump out of my chest from excitement. Then, it would leap along the road like a March hare. “We must give a present to his majesty, mustn’t we?” a dark grin appeared on the necromancer’s beautiful lips. “And this present will be an amazing horse ‘of a rare color, riding on which, a prince would not feel ashamed’,” Reive copied Jeff Rinelon’s words and intonations. “Errr... Reive, the horse will be dead,” I said with hesitation, looking at the dead body in the cart.

I chuckle as does Vilkas. “Our family. Look how happy they are.” He says as he kisses my cheek. I nod as I look at Wesley, Penny, Hyperion, and Lara, and they are the same as us. I see a black horse step forward; it flaps its wings, and I gasp. A Pegasus. Vilkas helps me stand and I move towards him and take a good look at him. I smile as it turns its eyes to me. He bows and ruffles his wings. He is beautiful; he has feathers on his hooves and his black mane is so long that it nearly touches the ground.