Fates of the Unicorns 31 - Heroes
Two tents had been erected and three feral war horses were tethered in the grassy opening.
The Centauride, parts 1-15
We where the only cavalry, except for the captain on his war-horse. all day long we practices close order drills, marching and loosing arrows, charging targets with lances, etc..., all on command.
Curse of the Shieldfall: That Sinking Feeling
Meanwhile, the already-frightened roland reared up, neighing in fear; he was hardly a seasoned war horse, and the loud noise of the water hitting the door had him scared half to death.
Dragon's Light
Brym had never really interacted with horses outside of the war horses that tigers used as mounts when they weren't trying to be stealthy; usually only when moving from place to place. he figured he was probably about as fast as a horse with a rider.
The Power of One Night
Her eyes glittered and she became dreamy whenever she talked about chen stormstout, she had caught her wife eyeing the odd tauren on occasion, and she heard of the fiasco with the old war horse of a gilnean who trained the new guard recruits, injuring
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 56: Loyalty and Betrayal
Even the most powerful and largest war horses in the stables of kesteven had always been too weak and small for him to ride. but the horses of war, well, they were an astonishing experience.
Potion #6: The New Stud
They were growing rare as well, no more call for plow or war horses. with a sigh he tucked the last of his meal into his bag, his appetite gone as he flicked his ears back and forth lightly.
Bringing The Queen To Heel
He hadn't arrived on a war horse, instead a small light horse that she would have expected a woman to ride.
Fall Desires
Two were lovely high bred hunters made for show and their spirits; one was a stallion directly from a military line and a war horse, and the fourth a shire so big he towered over the rest. a placid enough farm beast.
Fiery Dawn
With terrible strength, the war-stallion forced every thick inch of hot, throbbing cock at his disposal into her already stretched asshole. shaking his head fiercely, the horse rolled his eyes, snorted and whinnied.
Birth of a Dictator
Sometimes she slept in well-appointed inns and traveled by coach... and sometimes, she slept fitfully, tied down to a table in a ravaged tavern as drunken mercenaries freely used her body and laughed raucously, and traveled dangling beneath the belly of a war-stallion
Sacred Evening
The size of a draft horse, with the bulging muscle of a knight's war-stallion. added to that was his fearsome horn, capable of piercing her magic armor, and the dark magicks of a warlock. this would, without doubt, be her most difficult battle ever.